senior year and some other ramblings
Apparently I am the only one stupid enough to be studying for the Italian quiz at 1:30 a.m. The Villa is so quiet tonight because everyone is asleep getting a normal, healthy night's rest (hence why I have a computer long enough to write an actual post). I was so tired after coming back from Austria though, that I took a nap at the first opportunity: 8 p.m, and didn't wake up till almost midnight.
That's ok, I am a heckuva lot more rested than I would have been otherwise, and consequently, more is soaking in as I study--even if my sleep schedule is now completely weird and going to be thrown off for the next several days. What's important is that I get an "A" on that quiz tommorow, and nothing lower. I really need to do well. This semester so far--with the exception of Fr. Brendan's class--has pretty much destroyed the GPA that I've worked for over the past 3 and a half years.
Three and a half years...Ugh. I can't believe it's almost over. I really can't. I've been freaking out a little bit--well, ok, maybe a lot--over the past month or so about my future. Being here in Italy felt like it changed everything. That's because Italy is not the real world. And this semester I began to wonder if I really had to go back to the real world--or if I even wanted to.
Like with my career choice. Journalism is a stressful career. You have to deal with all sorts of things--everything from sleep deprivation to constructive and unconstructive criticism. When I arrived over here, I began to wonder: is it really worth it? I like to write, but I don't eat, sleep, and breathe journalism the way many aspiring reporters do. Could I live without it?
The answer: yes. That frightened me. But as I began to pray more about it, it really became clear to me. Fr. B. said in class earlier in the semester that there are some things you want to do, and some things you need to do. Or something to that effect. And over the past month or so, after going back and forth between (possibly quite literally) 100 different ideas on what I could do with my life, the realization has become quite clear: I need to do this. If you asked me why, though, I couldn't really articulate it to you. But I do. So, after this summer (I'll tell you all later, in a different post, what I am doing this summer), I will, God willing, be working at a newspaper or some other writing job.
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On a different note, when I was in Austria Bridget told me about this website called www.meebo.com. It lets you log into AIM and all sorts of other IM sites. That is pretty awesome because the computers here are so old that they can't handle AIM. But I tried this tonight and it actually works, so I will be on AIM from time to time now.
That's ok, I am a heckuva lot more rested than I would have been otherwise, and consequently, more is soaking in as I study--even if my sleep schedule is now completely weird and going to be thrown off for the next several days. What's important is that I get an "A" on that quiz tommorow, and nothing lower. I really need to do well. This semester so far--with the exception of Fr. Brendan's class--has pretty much destroyed the GPA that I've worked for over the past 3 and a half years.
Three and a half years...Ugh. I can't believe it's almost over. I really can't. I've been freaking out a little bit--well, ok, maybe a lot--over the past month or so about my future. Being here in Italy felt like it changed everything. That's because Italy is not the real world. And this semester I began to wonder if I really had to go back to the real world--or if I even wanted to.
Like with my career choice. Journalism is a stressful career. You have to deal with all sorts of things--everything from sleep deprivation to constructive and unconstructive criticism. When I arrived over here, I began to wonder: is it really worth it? I like to write, but I don't eat, sleep, and breathe journalism the way many aspiring reporters do. Could I live without it?
The answer: yes. That frightened me. But as I began to pray more about it, it really became clear to me. Fr. B. said in class earlier in the semester that there are some things you want to do, and some things you need to do. Or something to that effect. And over the past month or so, after going back and forth between (possibly quite literally) 100 different ideas on what I could do with my life, the realization has become quite clear: I need to do this. If you asked me why, though, I couldn't really articulate it to you. But I do. So, after this summer (I'll tell you all later, in a different post, what I am doing this summer), I will, God willing, be working at a newspaper or some other writing job.
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On a different note, when I was in Austria Bridget told me about this website called www.meebo.com. It lets you log into AIM and all sorts of other IM sites. That is pretty awesome because the computers here are so old that they can't handle AIM. But I tried this tonight and it actually works, so I will be on AIM from time to time now.