Grad school woes

Meep. I've been researching grad programs in English this weekend, and, uh, I'm kind of starting to think I'm not nearly dedicated/ambitious/driven enough for any of them. Far from having an area to study, I don't even know if I want to do English or history! (There's also the M.A. in Public History, for museum work, which sounds cool as well. And plain old Museum studies M.A.s.)

Although I did find this M.A. in Irish Literature and Culture at Boston College (...of course), and that sounds highly awesome. And if I did that, then went on to get a Ph.D somewhere else, the Irish language courses might count as my foreign language, maybe? Although funding, as for most M.A.-only programs, is, shall we say, limited, whereas a place like Vanderbilt (which I would never get into) pretty much completely funds everyone who does the five-year Ph.D-with-M.A.-along-the-way program.

And there's also a slew of MFA programs, including such oddballs as the MFA in Writing Popular Fiction at Seton Hill in Pittsburgh.

And there's still always the MLS/MLIS, which, if I played all my cards right, I could eventually turn into a life of part-time library work, part-time freelance writing, maybe, and keep a hand both in research and information organization and in writing?

SO MANY CHOICES, AHHHHHHHH! *head implodes*

I suppose, since Americans now change careers an average of seven times in their lives, it's good to want to do many things. Unfortunately, practically everything I want to do requires a different terminal degree. Damn.