Amazing...
...that it is already November. One more month of solid class, then the rush of finals and getting ready for Christmas and whanot. And also the one month mark until grad school applications are due. Scary business... as is writing out a CV. These snotty academics can't just call it a resume??? Of course I love them and their erudite nomenclature or I wouldn't be one of them, but still... it is weird to write a laundry list of the past few years of my life. It is amazing to sit down and think of all the jobs, relavent academic experiences, scholarships, committees, etc that I've tossed into the past three and a bit years and even more amazing to think of all the ones I didn't get a chance to do despite much interest. And I wonder what all of the others who are applying for the same programs I am are doing- I wonder what is adaquate, how I will be judged, whether they will think I am a schmuck or think I am worthy of several years of support to do research and get advanced degrees.
Sure, I'm ready to leave LC- despite the intimidation factor of both the infamous "real" world and graduate school it is time to step out of the bubble. I'm glad I came to this school. This place (particularly due to the associated friends, classes, professors and activities) has been a great place in which to grow up for a few years.
Gracious, my productivity is low this evening. Wednesdays suck- the good old morning swim practice followed by nine hours of class, dinner break then the silly student athlete advisory committee meeting- and this somehow ended up as my schedule for every day this semester... brilliant choices... I am going to crash like crazy the day after my last final in December. The old motto of "if you can't work all day, party all night, get five hours of sleep, get up and do it again, you're just lame!" is going to come back and bite me.
Peace out compadres, I am a bad friend and have been in fairly poor touch with most people in Portland and out so apologies and we should hang out or chat sometime if you're actually reading this.
Sure, I'm ready to leave LC- despite the intimidation factor of both the infamous "real" world and graduate school it is time to step out of the bubble. I'm glad I came to this school. This place (particularly due to the associated friends, classes, professors and activities) has been a great place in which to grow up for a few years.
Gracious, my productivity is low this evening. Wednesdays suck- the good old morning swim practice followed by nine hours of class, dinner break then the silly student athlete advisory committee meeting- and this somehow ended up as my schedule for every day this semester... brilliant choices... I am going to crash like crazy the day after my last final in December. The old motto of "if you can't work all day, party all night, get five hours of sleep, get up and do it again, you're just lame!" is going to come back and bite me.
Peace out compadres, I am a bad friend and have been in fairly poor touch with most people in Portland and out so apologies and we should hang out or chat sometime if you're actually reading this.