The year was intense. It was a workload unlike anything I had ever experienced before. And, to top it all off, I was no closer to having any idea what to do about the future than I had been when I had started. If I had thought to gain some time to think about my decisions, I had been badly mistaken. The workload left me with no opportunity to think about anything other than the workload itself.
What little time I had to think about resolved itself into this: I had one useless degree. I was about to have what was clearly a second useless degree. Either I would have to admit I had wasted five years of my or I could try to go the distance and get the third degree, and maybe make some use out of it. So I took a little time around the middle of that year and sent in an application to go into the PhD program.
It was a long shot. I was getting decent grades- low A's- but this was the big leagues. Decent would not cut it. Just before summer I was informed that my application had been rejected. Dejected, I decided to take my last course over the summer and finish the MA. I had no expectations about that course. It was about Renaissance Epyllia, which I had never heard of before I took a course on it. I hoped to get the minimum grade I needed for the degree and then I would go about doing... something about the future.
I imagine by now you've worked out that that isn't quite what happened.