One year down and still excited for more!
By working cheerfully hard in most of my classes, and knowing how to work in all of 'em, I managed a nearly-perfect GPA for the year. I seem to have impressed the awesome new-ish professor that's doing exciting things related to Spanish Pensacola-- looking at early exploration (1559-1561) up to were they ended up after 1763. I'm interested in the period, too, so did lotsa small-ish projects along those lines. I also have work study, meaning I'll essentially be working about half-time for free tuition and a little bit more money.
A number of people have asked me “what’s grad school like?” or even just “what’s the latest?” which at this point amounts to the same thing. I told my boss more than once some variation of "Sorry, I can't come into work next Friday, hafta go to a lecture," soon leading to the response: “Dang profs, thinking you have no life outside of school!” I blinked at that, and blurted out "Well, I really don't." I was amused, but no one else laughed. Sadly, my thought at the time was "That probably would've killed with most of my friends."
Funnier, though, is that I drunkenly offered to semi-translate something for a friend that someone else found in the Spanish archives. I only remembered the offer after he reminded me, but gave it a look, realizing it wasn't a transcription so much as very polished notes, with abbreviations, English, and misspellings that may or may not be in the original. While talking with the above professor, I mentioned I was glancing at it and blurted something along the lines of "It's not a very good transcription." A third party would have thought the reactions hilarious: he made a face of I guess restrained amusement which I picked up on and tried to restrain embarrassment. Of course he had transcribed it! "What was wrong with it?" he barely grinned, but enough for my response to be "Crap, you transcribed it, didn't you?" A little laugh answered me, so I explained the problems with it-- "Yeah, I made notes about some interesting documents like that during my last few days there." I'm sure that'll be a joke forever, but at least he still likes my work.
A number of people have asked me “what’s grad school like?” or even just “what’s the latest?” which at this point amounts to the same thing. I told my boss more than once some variation of "Sorry, I can't come into work next Friday, hafta go to a lecture," soon leading to the response: “Dang profs, thinking you have no life outside of school!” I blinked at that, and blurted out "Well, I really don't." I was amused, but no one else laughed. Sadly, my thought at the time was "That probably would've killed with most of my friends."
Funnier, though, is that I drunkenly offered to semi-translate something for a friend that someone else found in the Spanish archives. I only remembered the offer after he reminded me, but gave it a look, realizing it wasn't a transcription so much as very polished notes, with abbreviations, English, and misspellings that may or may not be in the original. While talking with the above professor, I mentioned I was glancing at it and blurted something along the lines of "It's not a very good transcription." A third party would have thought the reactions hilarious: he made a face of I guess restrained amusement which I picked up on and tried to restrain embarrassment. Of course he had transcribed it! "What was wrong with it?" he barely grinned, but enough for my response to be "Crap, you transcribed it, didn't you?" A little laugh answered me, so I explained the problems with it-- "Yeah, I made notes about some interesting documents like that during my last few days there." I'm sure that'll be a joke forever, but at least he still likes my work.