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I can't believe this cold and bitter month is almost at an end. I'm nearly halfway through the year and I've made no progress in any of my grand plans. Many modifications, but these are usually due to the aforementioned lack of progress. EG, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to postpone going back home until April 2007. At least then I'll be around my family for my 21st, but I wanted to visit the farm & the Cape in the summer.
I've also had to start thinking about my degree and my career. I've never had to worry about my future, because I've always had The Plan. (ie study psychology, become a psychologist.) I never thought it through deeper than that. Now, I realise there's things like prerequisites and GPAs and Honours and everything. So my free hour today was spent perusing the prospectuses (prospectii?) from the Arts Students' Centre. It irks me to think that I won't be finished next year after all, but in all honesty, I'd go postal if I worked at Pascoes for the rest of my life. My manager already wants to retire, and she's only in her early thirties. Not that studying for the next three of four years holds much appeal for me either, but I figure it's the only way I'm going to get anywhere I'd be satisfied being. It's odd, but when I think about it, this is the first thing in my entire life that I've had to figure out properly for myself. I never ask questions, I just assume someone will expain it somewhere along the way if it's important enough. Similarly, I never looked for a job or a flat, not really; they've always just come to me.
I had so much sugar and caffeine yesterday that I started randomly talking to a person in my critical analysis English tutorial. This never happens. For some reason, I always get so shy in tutorials and lectures, unless I know the tutor well. But the poor bastard probably didn't know what was going on; he got the full hyped-up May-babble. Terrifying.
I've also had to start thinking about my degree and my career. I've never had to worry about my future, because I've always had The Plan. (ie study psychology, become a psychologist.) I never thought it through deeper than that. Now, I realise there's things like prerequisites and GPAs and Honours and everything. So my free hour today was spent perusing the prospectuses (prospectii?) from the Arts Students' Centre. It irks me to think that I won't be finished next year after all, but in all honesty, I'd go postal if I worked at Pascoes for the rest of my life. My manager already wants to retire, and she's only in her early thirties. Not that studying for the next three of four years holds much appeal for me either, but I figure it's the only way I'm going to get anywhere I'd be satisfied being. It's odd, but when I think about it, this is the first thing in my entire life that I've had to figure out properly for myself. I never ask questions, I just assume someone will expain it somewhere along the way if it's important enough. Similarly, I never looked for a job or a flat, not really; they've always just come to me.
I had so much sugar and caffeine yesterday that I started randomly talking to a person in my critical analysis English tutorial. This never happens. For some reason, I always get so shy in tutorials and lectures, unless I know the tutor well. But the poor bastard probably didn't know what was going on; he got the full hyped-up May-babble. Terrifying.