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I still feel strange, and I can't put my finger on it.
It smells like someone dumped an industrial-sized bottle of Robitussin outside my apartment. After my little hallucinatory experience freshman year, that smell does absolutely nothing for me.
Scott got into law school today, finally, after a long summer of waitlisting. He got the call about 3 hours before orientation started, giving him just enough time to call me (and everyone else he knows) and run home to put on something besides mesh shorts. I'm so happy for him.
Of course, this means he can't come out in October. I knew this was a possibility, but I was really looking forward to having him actually meet my people. Now it looks like we won't be seeing each other til January, when I'm on break, since there's basically no way I can get out there during the semester. I'll be teaching 4 days a week, and have class either 3 or 4 days, depending on what I do. I guess this will be an excellent test---either we'll stay together as we are, or we'll let things cool off. I don't know. I'm not sure what I want at this point. Thinking to follow.
I still haven't decided whether I can handle four classes. I need to make up my mind immediaely, so I can get the appropriate amount of financial aid to cover my tuition. All of a sudden the end is in sight again, and that is very very scary. I let myself think that the semesters would just keep coming, one after another, and quite possibly, I'd never get out of school. A PhD doesn't sound too terrible right now, but ask me again about two weeks into the semester and I'll probably rip someone's head off. I need to work. I need to get on with real life outside the college bubble.
I should rename this "journal of a girl who can't decide anything, ever." Really, I'm not as bad as I make myself sound. When I have to, I'll make the right decisions, but until then, I'll whine and agonize as much as possible.
It smells like someone dumped an industrial-sized bottle of Robitussin outside my apartment. After my little hallucinatory experience freshman year, that smell does absolutely nothing for me.
Scott got into law school today, finally, after a long summer of waitlisting. He got the call about 3 hours before orientation started, giving him just enough time to call me (and everyone else he knows) and run home to put on something besides mesh shorts. I'm so happy for him.
Of course, this means he can't come out in October. I knew this was a possibility, but I was really looking forward to having him actually meet my people. Now it looks like we won't be seeing each other til January, when I'm on break, since there's basically no way I can get out there during the semester. I'll be teaching 4 days a week, and have class either 3 or 4 days, depending on what I do. I guess this will be an excellent test---either we'll stay together as we are, or we'll let things cool off. I don't know. I'm not sure what I want at this point. Thinking to follow.
I still haven't decided whether I can handle four classes. I need to make up my mind immediaely, so I can get the appropriate amount of financial aid to cover my tuition. All of a sudden the end is in sight again, and that is very very scary. I let myself think that the semesters would just keep coming, one after another, and quite possibly, I'd never get out of school. A PhD doesn't sound too terrible right now, but ask me again about two weeks into the semester and I'll probably rip someone's head off. I need to work. I need to get on with real life outside the college bubble.
I should rename this "journal of a girl who can't decide anything, ever." Really, I'm not as bad as I make myself sound. When I have to, I'll make the right decisions, but until then, I'll whine and agonize as much as possible.