I am back from t3h sk11ng
Skiing was...enh. I didn't hate it nearly so much as my earlier Anti-Skiing Tirade wuld predict. Mostly for two reasons. One, the conditions and the snow were fantastic. Two, I didn't make myself ski the same terrain as the rest of the family. Blue-black runs all the way. It was pretty sweet.
OTOH, I skipped out on two days of skiing. I had to race race race and write essays to apply for the Presidential Scholars Program. Six essays (five short, one long). Four pretty much from scratch, two slightly modified versions of college essays I used earlier. (One nice thing about doing so friggin' many applications is that I've gradually accumulated a pretty good corpus of essay material. So if I have to write yet another description of my time in the Barres Lab, I can just pull paragraphs from the many essays I've already written on that topic. Whee.)
As one would expect, Mom and I fought over editing the essays again. Same old same old. Oddly enough, though, the one she liked best (and edited least) was the one I disliked the most. It was supposed to be a short version of "where does the soul of music lie", but (a) the character limit was too short and (b) the question didn't quite fit. I kluged it, but Mom liked it and I think she's probably right.
Mneh. It's good to be home, especially cause up at Mammoth we had six people packed into a couple rooms. There was no room to do anything.
Oh, and unrelatedly, I've started reading Describing Morphosyntax again. I got a couple chapters in and burned out last time I tried, but my ambient knowledge of linguistics has increased since then. So I started back at the beginning and I'm comprehending it a lot more easily. I aim to quickly read through the whole book before Senior Projects start, just so I know what everything is, then during Senior Projects I'm planning to do an actual buildalong. Of course, I probably don't have time to finish the entire book, but who knows? I'm already on chapter 5 and there's only 12 chapters.
OTOH, I skipped out on two days of skiing. I had to race race race and write essays to apply for the Presidential Scholars Program. Six essays (five short, one long). Four pretty much from scratch, two slightly modified versions of college essays I used earlier. (One nice thing about doing so friggin' many applications is that I've gradually accumulated a pretty good corpus of essay material. So if I have to write yet another description of my time in the Barres Lab, I can just pull paragraphs from the many essays I've already written on that topic. Whee.)
As one would expect, Mom and I fought over editing the essays again. Same old same old. Oddly enough, though, the one she liked best (and edited least) was the one I disliked the most. It was supposed to be a short version of "where does the soul of music lie", but (a) the character limit was too short and (b) the question didn't quite fit. I kluged it, but Mom liked it and I think she's probably right.
Mneh. It's good to be home, especially cause up at Mammoth we had six people packed into a couple rooms. There was no room to do anything.
Oh, and unrelatedly, I've started reading Describing Morphosyntax again. I got a couple chapters in and burned out last time I tried, but my ambient knowledge of linguistics has increased since then. So I started back at the beginning and I'm comprehending it a lot more easily. I aim to quickly read through the whole book before Senior Projects start, just so I know what everything is, then during Senior Projects I'm planning to do an actual buildalong. Of course, I probably don't have time to finish the entire book, but who knows? I'm already on chapter 5 and there's only 12 chapters.