Russians
I feel kind of like I'm back in school, because I'm supposed to be learning about Russians, but instead I'm making iTunes playlists ("Spring is Sprung" is bound to be one of my most intoxicating, upbeat lists yet...I have high hopes.), watching House (I've seen the first two episodes so far, and I must say, not as good as Grey's Anatomy. Not yet, at least.), and updating my Livejournal. The thing is, Russians are kind of boring (no offense if you're Russian), or at least all these philosophical socialist Russians are, and I get all of their names mixed up. I hope my opinion changes soon, because in about two weeks I am going to see many hours and many hundreds of dollars worth of Tom Stoppard, all about Russians. I think The Coast of Utopia will be much like Lord of the Rings Trilogy Tuesday, except for smarter people. I wish I were smarter.
I think one of the morals is, I'm glad I'm not in school anymore. Very, very glad. Which is unfortunate, because next week I have to represent Mount Holyoke at the Amity Regional Senior High School College Fair, and for some reason I think I'm going to have trouble mustering up the enthusiasm and school spirit necessary. It's not like I didn't like Mount Holyoke, and it's not like I'm incredibly grateful for my education and all of my wonderful friends. But it's also not like I have missed school once since graduation. Isn't that weird? I wonder if I'm a sociopath. Maybe I'm just not far removed enough from the experience...I was there for four straight years, and I didn't go abroad, and I didn't go home the summer between junior and senior year. Perhaps I OD'ed? But anyway, I looked at one of the admission pamphlets that Jessie and I got sent for the fair, and one of the quotes read, "The academic load at Mount Holyoke is pretty hefty, but people aren't stressed out. It's a very relaxed place." HA. Oh dear.
Other than Russians and college fairs, things are going great. I am currently obsessed with avocadoes, Nickel Creek, and Pedro Almodovar. Work is liveable, although I feel like I never get a day off. Oh, and I think I threw out my back while helming a massive reorganizing effort in the stockroom. But at least my final project was declared "sexy" by our manager.
And it's officially time to begin the Outer Banks countdown...only two more months!
I think one of the morals is, I'm glad I'm not in school anymore. Very, very glad. Which is unfortunate, because next week I have to represent Mount Holyoke at the Amity Regional Senior High School College Fair, and for some reason I think I'm going to have trouble mustering up the enthusiasm and school spirit necessary. It's not like I didn't like Mount Holyoke, and it's not like I'm incredibly grateful for my education and all of my wonderful friends. But it's also not like I have missed school once since graduation. Isn't that weird? I wonder if I'm a sociopath. Maybe I'm just not far removed enough from the experience...I was there for four straight years, and I didn't go abroad, and I didn't go home the summer between junior and senior year. Perhaps I OD'ed? But anyway, I looked at one of the admission pamphlets that Jessie and I got sent for the fair, and one of the quotes read, "The academic load at Mount Holyoke is pretty hefty, but people aren't stressed out. It's a very relaxed place." HA. Oh dear.
Other than Russians and college fairs, things are going great. I am currently obsessed with avocadoes, Nickel Creek, and Pedro Almodovar. Work is liveable, although I feel like I never get a day off. Oh, and I think I threw out my back while helming a massive reorganizing effort in the stockroom. But at least my final project was declared "sexy" by our manager.
And it's officially time to begin the Outer Banks countdown...only two more months!