So sometimes...
...your friends think that it'd be funny to read your lj entries back to you, using their impersonation of your voice, and you realize that sometimes you really, truly sound like a dinkis on this thing. Thanks Joe mcmanus, thanks.
I spoke to House, the head of my department, about life plans the other day, and she says that she thinks it would be a great idea for me to go out into the world and be an SLP for a year before I go to grad school (which you're allowed to do within a 2 or 3 year window of time before your grad degree, apparently, who knew?) Linda House, who has been the subject of several posts in this LJ due to her hatred of me in the past, thinks I am "confident, articulate, and very good at dealing with people" and that she "wouldn't think just anyone could handle it" but apparently, I can. Boofreekinyah. I am not going to grad school right away. I am going to teach and make money and save money for surviving during grad school and I just can't wait! Also, I am going to attempt to do it in Portland, ME and live with Emily and be happy eating fresh bread from her bakery by the ocean. Even if it is a cold ocean, with many crabs.
But yes. This means I have to make a resume. And search for jobs. And do interviews. And actually be a speech language pathologist with no graduate education whatsoever, which is going to be a frackin' task let me tell you. Oh real world you so crazy!!!
My drunken streak has not ended. First radio party of the year was last night, and it did not disappoint. I felt very old with sooo many freshman about. When did this whole senior thing happen again?
Also, my parents didn't fill out my FASFA and I went to Erwin, expecting to pick up a loan for $2200, and instead was told there was nothing for me. Having already paid for my apartment out of pocket, I now have $700 to my name, and I've gone out to eat 5 times in the past 3 days, as well as purchasing more alcohol in the past few weeks than I care to mention. I am not good at saving money at school, oh no. This is where I draw the line! Rice and beans and free alcohol from people who want to buy me drinks at bars is all I'm going for from now on.
I find it very difficult to get anything done when I have so little expected of me. Yesterday I spent the entire day reading a book (The Perks of being a Wallflower, one of my favorites) as the rain poured outside my window. I don't do well with such terrible cloudy weather...sadness so easily overtakes me when things are gloomy, even when I honestly have very little to be sad about. I feel it's just that I think too much about everything these days, and though it's nice having this little break...some sort of distraction will be a welcome change soon enough.
-Kris
I spoke to House, the head of my department, about life plans the other day, and she says that she thinks it would be a great idea for me to go out into the world and be an SLP for a year before I go to grad school (which you're allowed to do within a 2 or 3 year window of time before your grad degree, apparently, who knew?) Linda House, who has been the subject of several posts in this LJ due to her hatred of me in the past, thinks I am "confident, articulate, and very good at dealing with people" and that she "wouldn't think just anyone could handle it" but apparently, I can. Boofreekinyah. I am not going to grad school right away. I am going to teach and make money and save money for surviving during grad school and I just can't wait! Also, I am going to attempt to do it in Portland, ME and live with Emily and be happy eating fresh bread from her bakery by the ocean. Even if it is a cold ocean, with many crabs.
But yes. This means I have to make a resume. And search for jobs. And do interviews. And actually be a speech language pathologist with no graduate education whatsoever, which is going to be a frackin' task let me tell you. Oh real world you so crazy!!!
My drunken streak has not ended. First radio party of the year was last night, and it did not disappoint. I felt very old with sooo many freshman about. When did this whole senior thing happen again?
Also, my parents didn't fill out my FASFA and I went to Erwin, expecting to pick up a loan for $2200, and instead was told there was nothing for me. Having already paid for my apartment out of pocket, I now have $700 to my name, and I've gone out to eat 5 times in the past 3 days, as well as purchasing more alcohol in the past few weeks than I care to mention. I am not good at saving money at school, oh no. This is where I draw the line! Rice and beans and free alcohol from people who want to buy me drinks at bars is all I'm going for from now on.
I find it very difficult to get anything done when I have so little expected of me. Yesterday I spent the entire day reading a book (The Perks of being a Wallflower, one of my favorites) as the rain poured outside my window. I don't do well with such terrible cloudy weather...sadness so easily overtakes me when things are gloomy, even when I honestly have very little to be sad about. I feel it's just that I think too much about everything these days, and though it's nice having this little break...some sort of distraction will be a welcome change soon enough.
-Kris