Farg.
This internship is one ass-kicking roller coaster, that's for sure.
Yesterday I left the place ready to cry, certain that Mary Jo was BEYOND disappointed with me and ranked me lowest among her interns, and I despaired for my future as anything but a freeloading slob.
Today I feel competent, and if not like the star pupil, then at least on equal footing. She's promised again to help me with my application and resume skills, even beyond my internship. For which I'm glad, because I know full well that that's my area that most needs improvement.
So, that's cool.
Also went to Kells with Sophia and Mikayla tonight. It was so good to see them. It's fascinating to see people I knew in middle school now - see where we all are. I mean, hell, we were all in the same cafeteria. We shared a locker. It's crazy.
It's dawned on me that there's a grand whole FOUR WEEKS - not even quite - until I move back to Forest Grove. That's like, close enough to start planning n shit.
Damn this past year's been a timewarp. But it is WAY too late and my head is WAY to headachey to pontificate about that right now.
I had a dream last night that I moved back to the dorms only to find that I didn't have a bedroom. Nor a bed. The dorm consisted of a front room with two beds in it - already taken - and a couch, where they tried to get me to sleep, and then two conference rooms complete with tables and chairs. I started sobbing and then proposed that the second of the two conference rooms be mine and mine alone, since I value my privacy.
Then I woke up and remembered that I'll get a real dorm, with a real bedroom and an actual bed. And a window that I can actually see out of! I'm excited. I wish I'd gone over there and knocked on the door, said "Hey, I'm gonna be living here next year, I'd like to see the room real quick". But I'm not sure that would have gone over well. I mean, that sorta shit makes my hackles raise, so I don't really wanna do it to someone else.
I would really like to get my Star Wars poster c. 1977 framed. It's not gonna happen before the school year starts, but I can dream. I mean, the thing is in terrible shape - torn in two places, creased, rolled, faded, nibbled on by friggin *rats* - not to mention brittle as a beetle's wing. But it's an ORIGINAL 1977 STAR WARS POSTER. How could I NOT get it framed?
Also, no one would ever question my nerd cred, EVER again.
College really doesn't allow you to grow complacent, does it?
Anyway, I was sleepy two hours ago, so I should go do something about it.
Yesterday I left the place ready to cry, certain that Mary Jo was BEYOND disappointed with me and ranked me lowest among her interns, and I despaired for my future as anything but a freeloading slob.
Today I feel competent, and if not like the star pupil, then at least on equal footing. She's promised again to help me with my application and resume skills, even beyond my internship. For which I'm glad, because I know full well that that's my area that most needs improvement.
So, that's cool.
Also went to Kells with Sophia and Mikayla tonight. It was so good to see them. It's fascinating to see people I knew in middle school now - see where we all are. I mean, hell, we were all in the same cafeteria. We shared a locker. It's crazy.
It's dawned on me that there's a grand whole FOUR WEEKS - not even quite - until I move back to Forest Grove. That's like, close enough to start planning n shit.
Damn this past year's been a timewarp. But it is WAY too late and my head is WAY to headachey to pontificate about that right now.
I had a dream last night that I moved back to the dorms only to find that I didn't have a bedroom. Nor a bed. The dorm consisted of a front room with two beds in it - already taken - and a couch, where they tried to get me to sleep, and then two conference rooms complete with tables and chairs. I started sobbing and then proposed that the second of the two conference rooms be mine and mine alone, since I value my privacy.
Then I woke up and remembered that I'll get a real dorm, with a real bedroom and an actual bed. And a window that I can actually see out of! I'm excited. I wish I'd gone over there and knocked on the door, said "Hey, I'm gonna be living here next year, I'd like to see the room real quick". But I'm not sure that would have gone over well. I mean, that sorta shit makes my hackles raise, so I don't really wanna do it to someone else.
I would really like to get my Star Wars poster c. 1977 framed. It's not gonna happen before the school year starts, but I can dream. I mean, the thing is in terrible shape - torn in two places, creased, rolled, faded, nibbled on by friggin *rats* - not to mention brittle as a beetle's wing. But it's an ORIGINAL 1977 STAR WARS POSTER. How could I NOT get it framed?
Also, no one would ever question my nerd cred, EVER again.
College really doesn't allow you to grow complacent, does it?
Anyway, I was sleepy two hours ago, so I should go do something about it.