So I'm in the process of applying for grad school and an assistantship. It's all very scary and different and, as such, I think that's feeding into my whole loss of mojo.
Enter my current English professor for my senior seminar. During class I pointed out a theme in the poem we were discussing and he got all excited because someone had spotted it and then told me to take the discussion. I spent the next 10 minutes basically teaching the class, pointing out different parts of the poem where this theme entered, etc. It was very cool.
After class I stayed to ask him about my first paper that I'm working on. While walking down the hall he asked what my plans in life were. I told him I wanted to be a college professor his response was "Good, excellent. You know, Dr. Suchandso speaks VERY highly of you. Are you applying to grad school?"
I said yes, somewhat stunned that anyone, let alone two PhDs, had been discussing me. He asked my GPA and I told him, cumulative is 3.64, in the English department it's 4.0.
"Applying for an assistantship as well?" I nodded slightly.
He smiled at me and nodded. "You'll get in. You'll get it. Don't you worry about a thing." And with that, he headed down the hall to his office, unaware that he'd single-handedly replenished the mojo I had so recently lamented losing.