back and back and back again
well, it's back to rice on saturday. I wish i could be happy about it, but not much chance of that.
my granddad (my dad's dad) died yesterday. His memorial service is saturday at 11, but I'm not going to make it because I have to go back to rice. of course. theoretically i could do both, but my parents won't have me driving back after the service and I can't wait until sunday. It's not that I'm particularly distraught - not to sound callous. He was 90 years old has been bedridden for the better part of the last 3 years. It's been over a year since I've heard him say two words, and much longer since i've heard him say a word to me. But it would have been interesting to hear what his other family had to say about him - to hear what he was like to people who actually knew him.
but instead, it's back to school.
I'm dropping portuguese. I just already know i can't have a 9am-9pm schedule two days a week on top of everything else, and it's the first thing on the chopping block. I wish I could transfer, somewhere closer to home, but that's an impossibility. All i can hope for is a perceptorship a little closer next year. somehow.
i hate leaving, I miss everyone too much. I wish I didn't have to live so far from liz and mike, and my family and everyone else. I feel like I'm always living either my work or my life, and it kills me that it's going to be another three years before I can have both at the same time.
my granddad (my dad's dad) died yesterday. His memorial service is saturday at 11, but I'm not going to make it because I have to go back to rice. of course. theoretically i could do both, but my parents won't have me driving back after the service and I can't wait until sunday. It's not that I'm particularly distraught - not to sound callous. He was 90 years old has been bedridden for the better part of the last 3 years. It's been over a year since I've heard him say two words, and much longer since i've heard him say a word to me. But it would have been interesting to hear what his other family had to say about him - to hear what he was like to people who actually knew him.
but instead, it's back to school.
I'm dropping portuguese. I just already know i can't have a 9am-9pm schedule two days a week on top of everything else, and it's the first thing on the chopping block. I wish I could transfer, somewhere closer to home, but that's an impossibility. All i can hope for is a perceptorship a little closer next year. somehow.
i hate leaving, I miss everyone too much. I wish I didn't have to live so far from liz and mike, and my family and everyone else. I feel like I'm always living either my work or my life, and it kills me that it's going to be another three years before I can have both at the same time.