Uncomfortable Silences
I washed my first airplane today. Talk about hard work. It took around 4 hours, and there were 4 of us working on it! I'm exhausted! And I found out, a little while after finishing, that I have to go back and do another one tomorrow morning.
Now I think about it, a little rewind might be helpful. I have a job now. I got hired by the aviation department as a student worker. I started Tuesday. My primary responsibility is helping keep up-to-date on all the records and paperwork that are necessary to keep the FAA happy. But 4 of my allotted 16 hours a week are reserved for weekends, helping the fueler/washers wash planes. I haven't mentioned my job to many people. For some reason, right after I found out I got the job, I was overcome by a strange and powerful urge NOT to talk about it or let anyone know I'd gotten it. I really don't know why I'm so reluctant. I guess I was just bothered by the thought of people making a big deal of me having a job. I haven't even told my parents yet.
My classes start this coming Monday. I'll be taking World Civ, Human Geography, and Cultural Heritage of the Southwest. I think I've already talked about my "wasted semester" on here, but basically I needed to take 9 credits in order to get my full financial aid. And I need my full financial aid to keep paying for my flying lessons, which just got more expensive because of my switch to the Cessna 182. On the bright side, I just found out last week that I've been awarded a second scholarship for the coming school year. Every little bit of money that I don't have to pay back one day, is a very welcome thing.
The past two days I've been aching to listen to some really good music. It's just one of those weird cravings where all you can think about is hearing one truly excellent, satisfying song. The trouble is, I can't think of a single song that would satisfy this craving. I keep saying, "Hmm... maybe something by this group." Then I'll play one or two songs by that group, find myself unsatisfied, and move on to the next group. Lame.
Now I think about it, a little rewind might be helpful. I have a job now. I got hired by the aviation department as a student worker. I started Tuesday. My primary responsibility is helping keep up-to-date on all the records and paperwork that are necessary to keep the FAA happy. But 4 of my allotted 16 hours a week are reserved for weekends, helping the fueler/washers wash planes. I haven't mentioned my job to many people. For some reason, right after I found out I got the job, I was overcome by a strange and powerful urge NOT to talk about it or let anyone know I'd gotten it. I really don't know why I'm so reluctant. I guess I was just bothered by the thought of people making a big deal of me having a job. I haven't even told my parents yet.
My classes start this coming Monday. I'll be taking World Civ, Human Geography, and Cultural Heritage of the Southwest. I think I've already talked about my "wasted semester" on here, but basically I needed to take 9 credits in order to get my full financial aid. And I need my full financial aid to keep paying for my flying lessons, which just got more expensive because of my switch to the Cessna 182. On the bright side, I just found out last week that I've been awarded a second scholarship for the coming school year. Every little bit of money that I don't have to pay back one day, is a very welcome thing.
The past two days I've been aching to listen to some really good music. It's just one of those weird cravings where all you can think about is hearing one truly excellent, satisfying song. The trouble is, I can't think of a single song that would satisfy this craving. I keep saying, "Hmm... maybe something by this group." Then I'll play one or two songs by that group, find myself unsatisfied, and move on to the next group. Lame.