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We buried my grandmother today. It was a lot easier than a lot of the other funerals I've been to. Mostly cause she was 95 and I knew that she had a good life and that, really, her life wasn't cut short in any way.
It's nice to be home this weekend. Even though when I'm home I can never do any homework.
So last week was probably the most stressful week I've ever had. I've never had a serious panic attack before. But anyways all of the work I had to do last week is in mostly and I got an A on the Sex Gender and the Bible essay I thought I failed and I no longer think I'm going to do terrible this semester.
Other than that my life is pretty dull. Next weekend I'm taking mom to the brooklyn museum to see the Takashi Murakami exhibit. I'm excited. And I have a ticket to Satyagraha for April 23rd (I'm interested to see where a $26 ticket gets me in the Metropolitan opera theater. I think I'm going to need to borrow my mom's opera glasses) and I'm so excited. Anddd my public policy and the arts class gets a behind the scenes tour of Lincoln Center, including the Metropolitan Opera theater (I get to walk on stage!!!) Avery Fisher Hall, and even the new construction from the head of the government relations department.
So I haven't heard back from any of the internships I applied for this summer. It's kind of unnerving for me. Cause not to sound spoiled, but I usually get what I work for. And actually, it's not that I'm spoiled, because I work my ass off for whatever I set my mind to, I sacrifice fun and normal college stuff and I honestly don't mind not going out and partying if it means I can achieve my goals. I really haven't had anything handed to me. So not hearing from the places I applied to even when I worked so hard is weird for me. I guess I have to get used to it. That's life, right?
But still. The thought of going back to Fahnestock makes me want to slit my wrists in the bathtub.
It's nice to be home this weekend. Even though when I'm home I can never do any homework.
So last week was probably the most stressful week I've ever had. I've never had a serious panic attack before. But anyways all of the work I had to do last week is in mostly and I got an A on the Sex Gender and the Bible essay I thought I failed and I no longer think I'm going to do terrible this semester.
Other than that my life is pretty dull. Next weekend I'm taking mom to the brooklyn museum to see the Takashi Murakami exhibit. I'm excited. And I have a ticket to Satyagraha for April 23rd (I'm interested to see where a $26 ticket gets me in the Metropolitan opera theater. I think I'm going to need to borrow my mom's opera glasses) and I'm so excited. Anddd my public policy and the arts class gets a behind the scenes tour of Lincoln Center, including the Metropolitan Opera theater (I get to walk on stage!!!) Avery Fisher Hall, and even the new construction from the head of the government relations department.
So I haven't heard back from any of the internships I applied for this summer. It's kind of unnerving for me. Cause not to sound spoiled, but I usually get what I work for. And actually, it's not that I'm spoiled, because I work my ass off for whatever I set my mind to, I sacrifice fun and normal college stuff and I honestly don't mind not going out and partying if it means I can achieve my goals. I really haven't had anything handed to me. So not hearing from the places I applied to even when I worked so hard is weird for me. I guess I have to get used to it. That's life, right?
But still. The thought of going back to Fahnestock makes me want to slit my wrists in the bathtub.