don't want too long to come home / I will leave the front light on
In the latest from Ithaca's dizzy meteorology, twenty-five degrees and a summer storm. It was minus five last week. I will never understand this place. But I appreciated the t-shirt and sandals. My toes hadn't seen sun since New Orleans.
Shim left this afternoon, in a flurry of incompetence, none of it ours. My boy never has the best luck with flying out of Ithaca, apparently. Last time they tried to deliver him to Schipol rather than Heathrow; this time he was taking a flight at 3.20, and I had class till just gone twelve, so I said, I'll come home and we'll have lunch and then we'll call a cab. I called at 1pm; the cab people said it'd be twenty minutes. Half an hour later I called back, they said it'd be fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes after that they said it'd be fifteen minutes. Then I called back and the guy wasn't exactly intelligible but I heard something about "police". I called Ithaca's only other cab company and we got to the airport a mere hour and a half after planned. And then we stood in line for twenty-five minutes - Continental's computers were all down, apparently - and then when finally he'd checked in they announced the delay.
It was a delay for an hour, so I stuck around, and we watched the turboprops landing and taking off (it's a very small airport) and then he went through security. Just as he was crossing through to the other side, they announced the next delay. He did, in the end, miss his connection through Newark, though luckily there is not exactly a shortage of transatlantic redeyes. I just seem to have a very low tolerance for other people's incompetence today. (My own, now, that's a different story.)
So, it's now April 11th. I graduate, theoretically, on May 15th. In the next four weeks and six days I have to: write 14,000 words; sit two exams; deliver a half-hour presentation on research I have not begun yet; go to class; leave the house; eat, sleep and take showers.
(I also need to keep telling myself that I do not need to take the bar exam. I do not need to take the bar exam. I was going to, originally. Here are the reasons I am not taking the bar exam:
-bar review begins the week after graduation;
-and goes on until the bar exam in the last week of July;
-my visa expires long before that, I'd have to go to Canada and back;
-and besides, I do not need to take the bar exam;
-though it would be nice, and a good thing to have on the CV;
-I am perfectly qualified to practise in England and Wales;
-and speaking of which, will be in practice in England and Wales from the start of September;
-and need to find a place to live, move all my possessions there and also learn to drive before then;
-and I have been in full time education since I was four years old and I am twenty-four now, and I have been in various stages of academic burnout for oh half a decade and I need a damn holiday THAT IS WHY I AM NOT TAKING THE BAR EXAM.
And yet I still feel guilty about it.)
I am already looking around my apartment at the washing-up and the coffee mugs and empty fridge and the clock and making myself hollow promises about decaf and early nights and oh hey remember you almost missed an exam last semester because you can't wake up before one in the afternoon oh yeah. Wouldn't it be nice to be the sort of person who can deal with her partner leaving. Yes. I am feeling very rubbish indeed and dealing it with through the magnificent gambit of ignoring it entirely and abusing italics goddammit. I made a revision timetable. It's not colour-coded.
(As an old friend of mine would say at this point, sometimes you just stand there, hip-deep in pie.)
This entry is just so much alphabet soup. Don't mind the crazy girl in the corner. Go on with your day.
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Shim left this afternoon, in a flurry of incompetence, none of it ours. My boy never has the best luck with flying out of Ithaca, apparently. Last time they tried to deliver him to Schipol rather than Heathrow; this time he was taking a flight at 3.20, and I had class till just gone twelve, so I said, I'll come home and we'll have lunch and then we'll call a cab. I called at 1pm; the cab people said it'd be twenty minutes. Half an hour later I called back, they said it'd be fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes after that they said it'd be fifteen minutes. Then I called back and the guy wasn't exactly intelligible but I heard something about "police". I called Ithaca's only other cab company and we got to the airport a mere hour and a half after planned. And then we stood in line for twenty-five minutes - Continental's computers were all down, apparently - and then when finally he'd checked in they announced the delay.
It was a delay for an hour, so I stuck around, and we watched the turboprops landing and taking off (it's a very small airport) and then he went through security. Just as he was crossing through to the other side, they announced the next delay. He did, in the end, miss his connection through Newark, though luckily there is not exactly a shortage of transatlantic redeyes. I just seem to have a very low tolerance for other people's incompetence today. (My own, now, that's a different story.)
So, it's now April 11th. I graduate, theoretically, on May 15th. In the next four weeks and six days I have to: write 14,000 words; sit two exams; deliver a half-hour presentation on research I have not begun yet; go to class; leave the house; eat, sleep and take showers.
(I also need to keep telling myself that I do not need to take the bar exam. I do not need to take the bar exam. I was going to, originally. Here are the reasons I am not taking the bar exam:
-bar review begins the week after graduation;
-and goes on until the bar exam in the last week of July;
-my visa expires long before that, I'd have to go to Canada and back;
-and besides, I do not need to take the bar exam;
-though it would be nice, and a good thing to have on the CV;
-I am perfectly qualified to practise in England and Wales;
-and speaking of which, will be in practice in England and Wales from the start of September;
-and need to find a place to live, move all my possessions there and also learn to drive before then;
-and I have been in full time education since I was four years old and I am twenty-four now, and I have been in various stages of academic burnout for oh half a decade and I need a damn holiday THAT IS WHY I AM NOT TAKING THE BAR EXAM.
And yet I still feel guilty about it.)
I am already looking around my apartment at the washing-up and the coffee mugs and empty fridge and the clock and making myself hollow promises about decaf and early nights and oh hey remember you almost missed an exam last semester because you can't wake up before one in the afternoon oh yeah. Wouldn't it be nice to be the sort of person who can deal with her partner leaving. Yes. I am feeling very rubbish indeed and dealing it with through the magnificent gambit of ignoring it entirely and abusing italics goddammit. I made a revision timetable. It's not colour-coded.
(As an old friend of mine would say at this point, sometimes you just stand there, hip-deep in pie.)
This entry is just so much alphabet soup. Don't mind the crazy girl in the corner. Go on with your day.
raven is also at Dreamwidth: there is or are
comment(s). Comment there or here.