Where's the cake?
Sometimes it doesn't seem like it's been a year since I started this damned thing, and other times it seems like a lot longer. But it was exactly one year ago today that I started my LJ. I feel so accomplished (insert sarcasm). By the same token, sometimes it feels like I've accomplished a lot, and other times it seems like I've pretty much wasted a lot of time with nothing to show for it. To put it bluntly, last year sucked. So one apartment and a couple roommates later, things are different. I'd venture to say they're ok. School is progressing nicely, despite multiple failed attempts at getting classes counted as writing-intensive (which in itself is another story). Work is work, but my spring classes should leave a lot of "extra" time to get things organized the way they should be. Kind of like I told Barbara they would be when I was hired, but oh well. Classes themselves should be light in comparison: Instrumental just for kicks, creative nonfiction because I have to, contemporary perspectives for certification, and seminar to kill time on Fridays. Not a bad schedule, and it leaves most of M,W,F open for the job.
The only real unknown left is grad school. I still (read, STILL) don't have word from the grad school, which I've only been expecting for close to three weeks. Does the phrase "You'll hear our decision before Christmas" ring a bell? You'd think so, but this is still UNH we're talking about. I completely forgot to sign up for that cosmology seminar, too. Hopefully it'll be worthwhile. I might show up just to listen. That NOVA episode on string theory was interesting enough that now I really want to read the book. Calarco seemed interested in it, but it wasn't exactly the right time to get into the debate. The great part of the special was watching the interviewees divide up into their camps, like kids on the playground. "String theory sucks" or maybe "quarks are crap" type of stuff. Fun for the whole family.
So now I get to sit and wait, or I could go to bed. Jo will be here early, though why she wants to get here at 9 is beyond me. Maybe she wants to jump on me in my sleep, just because it's Christmas. After doing enough laundry for a small army (I didn't think I had that much) I've got nothing to do until bowling on Sunday. Why we don't get the 26th off, but we have Superbowl Sunday off gives me the impression that the organizers would rather bowl on Christmas than be at home, and would rather watch the Superbowl (probably from a bar) than bowl, and possibly watch the Superbowl at the same time. I don't want to bowl the damned Dobles team Sunday, either. They're loud, annoying, rude, and they take themselves far too seriously. These are the guys who bowl a 230 and are pissed that they missed 2 strikes. Meanwhile, us mortals at a 140 average have a great 180 game. Thank God for the handicap system.
The only real unknown left is grad school. I still (read, STILL) don't have word from the grad school, which I've only been expecting for close to three weeks. Does the phrase "You'll hear our decision before Christmas" ring a bell? You'd think so, but this is still UNH we're talking about. I completely forgot to sign up for that cosmology seminar, too. Hopefully it'll be worthwhile. I might show up just to listen. That NOVA episode on string theory was interesting enough that now I really want to read the book. Calarco seemed interested in it, but it wasn't exactly the right time to get into the debate. The great part of the special was watching the interviewees divide up into their camps, like kids on the playground. "String theory sucks" or maybe "quarks are crap" type of stuff. Fun for the whole family.
So now I get to sit and wait, or I could go to bed. Jo will be here early, though why she wants to get here at 9 is beyond me. Maybe she wants to jump on me in my sleep, just because it's Christmas. After doing enough laundry for a small army (I didn't think I had that much) I've got nothing to do until bowling on Sunday. Why we don't get the 26th off, but we have Superbowl Sunday off gives me the impression that the organizers would rather bowl on Christmas than be at home, and would rather watch the Superbowl (probably from a bar) than bowl, and possibly watch the Superbowl at the same time. I don't want to bowl the damned Dobles team Sunday, either. They're loud, annoying, rude, and they take themselves far too seriously. These are the guys who bowl a 230 and are pissed that they missed 2 strikes. Meanwhile, us mortals at a 140 average have a great 180 game. Thank God for the handicap system.