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Early mornings are never a good time to write posts, but because of my recent pervasive lack of motivation, now seems as good a time as any.
Last Saturday was a blast. The whole day kind of just flowed together. I did get tired really early, but that could have been due to clubbing with Clare, Richelle and Jimmy the night before followed by an early start for running. Tiredness is not much fun.
Anyway, since then it's been a pretty ordinary week. Actually, it's been a little weird in some ways. On Tuesday I went to an OT Developmental Kinesiology workshop, where we put people in development positions (i.e. lying like a baby) and then made them breath and stuff. A very strangem, European, form of therapy. Then at Wednesday post-grad conference, we had some really good and really bad presentations. One of my favourites was the Head of School of Psychology, talking about life after a PhD. She was very excitable, but had this look to her as if you didn't know what planet she was currently on. She also looked a little like a thin version of the flying teacher in the Harry Potter movies. In, contrast, the lady who came from the student support services gave a talk on how to look for jobs and write selection criteria.. to a group of post-grads and academics. It was excruitiatingly painful. I was so glad I'd brought some reading material with me, and I blatantly read it while she talked. Most times I'd think that was pretty bad form (even if someone's really bad you still give them attention), but her presentation entirely insulted our intelligence and wasted our time.
Last night, myself and James (at Thursday night run) went all the way from the Story Bridge to the Regatta and back, and even ran up the really steep stairs at Kangaroo Pt on the way back. I have to say, I was fairly pleased with our effort, being the longest distance that I've run since my pre-Europe training.
So, today brings me to more data collection for work. I'm finding it really hard to get started, but I'll do it eventually. I just don't feel like coming in to contact with people at the moment. I know that sounds unlike me, but who am I really? A was having a really good D&M with a friend the other day, and he said he'd missed out on his teenage chance to find his identity. Did I ever really find mine? Or have I just been living up to other people's expectations (and I'm some cases purposely rebelling against them)?
Last Saturday was a blast. The whole day kind of just flowed together. I did get tired really early, but that could have been due to clubbing with Clare, Richelle and Jimmy the night before followed by an early start for running. Tiredness is not much fun.
Anyway, since then it's been a pretty ordinary week. Actually, it's been a little weird in some ways. On Tuesday I went to an OT Developmental Kinesiology workshop, where we put people in development positions (i.e. lying like a baby) and then made them breath and stuff. A very strangem, European, form of therapy. Then at Wednesday post-grad conference, we had some really good and really bad presentations. One of my favourites was the Head of School of Psychology, talking about life after a PhD. She was very excitable, but had this look to her as if you didn't know what planet she was currently on. She also looked a little like a thin version of the flying teacher in the Harry Potter movies. In, contrast, the lady who came from the student support services gave a talk on how to look for jobs and write selection criteria.. to a group of post-grads and academics. It was excruitiatingly painful. I was so glad I'd brought some reading material with me, and I blatantly read it while she talked. Most times I'd think that was pretty bad form (even if someone's really bad you still give them attention), but her presentation entirely insulted our intelligence and wasted our time.
Last night, myself and James (at Thursday night run) went all the way from the Story Bridge to the Regatta and back, and even ran up the really steep stairs at Kangaroo Pt on the way back. I have to say, I was fairly pleased with our effort, being the longest distance that I've run since my pre-Europe training.
So, today brings me to more data collection for work. I'm finding it really hard to get started, but I'll do it eventually. I just don't feel like coming in to contact with people at the moment. I know that sounds unlike me, but who am I really? A was having a really good D&M with a friend the other day, and he said he'd missed out on his teenage chance to find his identity. Did I ever really find mine? Or have I just been living up to other people's expectations (and I'm some cases purposely rebelling against them)?