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I graduated a few days ago and made my way back to syracuse, city of sorrow, as a friend calls it. It's funny to be back, and freeing to be done. It's normally been very difficult for me to maintain my optimism while in syracuse. So far, however, the promise of MIT and my continued practice have helped much.
I've managed to make the nap room into a suitable bedroom of sorts, lining the walls with books of all subjects and sizes. I'll organize it more fully in the future, but for now the poetry of robert frost will nestle between boethius' consolation of philosophy and a guide to eastern forests.
For now at least, things are a blue light study in humility, as I search for a job for the near future. I've been turned down from one today. Tomorrow I'll try two others.
I've managed to make the nap room into a suitable bedroom of sorts, lining the walls with books of all subjects and sizes. I'll organize it more fully in the future, but for now the poetry of robert frost will nestle between boethius' consolation of philosophy and a guide to eastern forests.
For now at least, things are a blue light study in humility, as I search for a job for the near future. I've been turned down from one today. Tomorrow I'll try two others.