"I don't know what you mean, giant talking cigarette."
I am posting partially because I have random grad school angst (maybe not so random, actually) and partially because my mind has been wandering lately and I wanted to write it down somewhere so I can go back and read it and marvel at the fact that I have no idea how my mind works.
I e-mailed one of the professors who has a research volunteer position available at UW's undergraduate research institute, and it turns out that while he has been very helpful in passing on my information to other people looking for volunteers, the hours that I work make will make it hard for me to find a project for which to volunteer. In addition, I recently noticed that with travel time (i.e., the bus), I'm already out of the house for 11 hours a day. Volunteering a few hours every evening would mean that I would leave the house at 7:30am, get off work at 5:00pm, and then drive/bus to the U District, work from 5:30ish to 8:30ish, and then be home by ten in time to go to bed and get up at 6:30 the next morning, leave at 7:30, and so on.
My options are, and I'm not asking the people in applyingtograd about this because I already ASKED them this question: 1) enjoy a few more days of getting a rapid heartbeat every time I go to check my e-mail by asking ANOTHER professor on ANOTHER project if they will allow me to help them (it took me two weeks to work up the nerve to ask about THIS project), or 2) suck it up and apply for master's programs in order to get research experience in a more funded, relatively leisurely environment.
My current plan is to avoid thinking about it for awhile, then waffle back and forth until it's too late to do anything about it and thus end up applying for master's programs by default. If this is a bad idea, please tell me now, and be very threatening and dour so that I might actually be motivated into doing something else. (Incidentally, if I do decide to go the master's route, I will use it as a stepping stone to a PhD., ideally, although nothing in my life has really been going as I planned it since I was about, oh, eleven. Not that I'm really complaining. The detours have been interesting.)
I have always found the phrase "quiet desperation" to be very beautiful for some reason.
My hair has gotten too long for me to run around pretending to be the guy from A Flock of Seagulls when my hair is wet (it won't stand up properly). I have mixed feelings about this.
The whole idea around which my job is based seems to be very arrogant: we're supposed to do what we think is in the clients' best interest. Isn't it presumptuous of us to assume we know what's better for someone else? Then again, that's the whole basis of parenting, so there you go, I don't know.
I had never seen wisteria before moving to Seattle (except in Japanese textiles, which should tell you just how much pointless Japanese aesthetics I studied in college), and it's a very beautiful vine. Invasive, though--I understand it's compromising the foundation of Fallingwater.
I e-mailed one of the professors who has a research volunteer position available at UW's undergraduate research institute, and it turns out that while he has been very helpful in passing on my information to other people looking for volunteers, the hours that I work make will make it hard for me to find a project for which to volunteer. In addition, I recently noticed that with travel time (i.e., the bus), I'm already out of the house for 11 hours a day. Volunteering a few hours every evening would mean that I would leave the house at 7:30am, get off work at 5:00pm, and then drive/bus to the U District, work from 5:30ish to 8:30ish, and then be home by ten in time to go to bed and get up at 6:30 the next morning, leave at 7:30, and so on.
My options are, and I'm not asking the people in applyingtograd about this because I already ASKED them this question: 1) enjoy a few more days of getting a rapid heartbeat every time I go to check my e-mail by asking ANOTHER professor on ANOTHER project if they will allow me to help them (it took me two weeks to work up the nerve to ask about THIS project), or 2) suck it up and apply for master's programs in order to get research experience in a more funded, relatively leisurely environment.
My current plan is to avoid thinking about it for awhile, then waffle back and forth until it's too late to do anything about it and thus end up applying for master's programs by default. If this is a bad idea, please tell me now, and be very threatening and dour so that I might actually be motivated into doing something else. (Incidentally, if I do decide to go the master's route, I will use it as a stepping stone to a PhD., ideally, although nothing in my life has really been going as I planned it since I was about, oh, eleven. Not that I'm really complaining. The detours have been interesting.)
I have always found the phrase "quiet desperation" to be very beautiful for some reason.
My hair has gotten too long for me to run around pretending to be the guy from A Flock of Seagulls when my hair is wet (it won't stand up properly). I have mixed feelings about this.
The whole idea around which my job is based seems to be very arrogant: we're supposed to do what we think is in the clients' best interest. Isn't it presumptuous of us to assume we know what's better for someone else? Then again, that's the whole basis of parenting, so there you go, I don't know.
I had never seen wisteria before moving to Seattle (except in Japanese textiles, which should tell you just how much pointless Japanese aesthetics I studied in college), and it's a very beautiful vine. Invasive, though--I understand it's compromising the foundation of Fallingwater.