oh man
Well, thesis is going...alright. I wish that BK and Joanne were still here. They were much more hardcore about their theses than this year's batch o' potential graduates. While I know Steph's workin her ass off, its not on anything related to me at all. Whereas, last year, when we needed a study break, we'd just work on one another's theses. So many times Matt and I would stare at spiders just to watch how they walked. We'd form our fingers into the prehistoric legs of arthropods and amble around the department, drinking and working, working and drinking. Those were the good ol' days. And back when Chris was here...he'd always listen to my thesis problems, and he'd usually have a suggestion on how to fix them, too.
That's a can of worms I'd rather not open here. You all know what I'm talking about. If you don't, there is some reason why you shouldn't, therefore I won't highlight the situation for the world to read.
I feel a breakdown coming on. Stephanie and I talked about this, and she told me I just have to accept the fact that it's going to happen. When I've accepted the fact, the breakdown won't slow me down, but rather act as a nice break from reality. Breakdowns just happen with geologists, I've noticed. I think we're truly the only undergrads who create publishible specimens for our undergrad theses, and there is a certain level of drama and stress associated with ones first publish quality work. But I suppose the more I bitch, the less it sounds like I like it.
Drew says he loves change. He's excited about the transition to grad school and all of the things that come along with it. I respect the excitement, I know that wherever I end up, that transition will be an adrenaline rush that I will appreciate and enjoy, and I know that I'll meet some tremendous people. But once that adrenaline rush is gone, it will get lonely. No more dorm room, no more neighbors willing to sit up and talk half the night. The problem with undergrad is the severe apathy people get from not touching, not connecting. Physical contact is key...and moving to a place where you know no one well enough to touch/hug/kiss/lounge around on/wrestle...that takes a lot out of someone. Not that it isn't a great process, and not that I'm not looking forward to it, because I am. I'm going to meet some amazing people and have some of the most important personal and professional relationships of my life wherever I end up for grad school. Its a factor of not having the multitude of people around, those that ARE around become extremely important. But it is a part of the change.
That's enough sappy, thought provoking, disheartened bullshit. Its been a rewarding semester so far, and who cares about the future if youre not living in the present. That said, I'm going to go play in the past with my fossils for a couple hours...nothing better than a little paleontology to cure what ails ya.
That's a can of worms I'd rather not open here. You all know what I'm talking about. If you don't, there is some reason why you shouldn't, therefore I won't highlight the situation for the world to read.
I feel a breakdown coming on. Stephanie and I talked about this, and she told me I just have to accept the fact that it's going to happen. When I've accepted the fact, the breakdown won't slow me down, but rather act as a nice break from reality. Breakdowns just happen with geologists, I've noticed. I think we're truly the only undergrads who create publishible specimens for our undergrad theses, and there is a certain level of drama and stress associated with ones first publish quality work. But I suppose the more I bitch, the less it sounds like I like it.
Drew says he loves change. He's excited about the transition to grad school and all of the things that come along with it. I respect the excitement, I know that wherever I end up, that transition will be an adrenaline rush that I will appreciate and enjoy, and I know that I'll meet some tremendous people. But once that adrenaline rush is gone, it will get lonely. No more dorm room, no more neighbors willing to sit up and talk half the night. The problem with undergrad is the severe apathy people get from not touching, not connecting. Physical contact is key...and moving to a place where you know no one well enough to touch/hug/kiss/lounge around on/wrestle...that takes a lot out of someone. Not that it isn't a great process, and not that I'm not looking forward to it, because I am. I'm going to meet some amazing people and have some of the most important personal and professional relationships of my life wherever I end up for grad school. Its a factor of not having the multitude of people around, those that ARE around become extremely important. But it is a part of the change.
That's enough sappy, thought provoking, disheartened bullshit. Its been a rewarding semester so far, and who cares about the future if youre not living in the present. That said, I'm going to go play in the past with my fossils for a couple hours...nothing better than a little paleontology to cure what ails ya.