By the end of my junior year of college I thought I had it all figured out. I would go graduate school, get my Ph.D., teach sociology with a focus on gender, and ride off into the sunset. The end.
In theory this seemed like a good arrangement so I started planning. Taking the GRE, researching schools, talking to professors, making lists, and checking them twice – the whole nine yards. In the very back of my mind I was uncertain, but I can be a very indecisive person about the most mundane things so I ignored it.