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I wasn't so much debating going to class as I was postponing the admitttance that I was definately not on my way there. I really, really, really didn't care in the slightest about the history of architecture or the anthropology of female genital cutting in Africa. So as I wandered around the apartment in the dark, I wondered if I actually want to be in school still. No, I realized that I don't really want to be in school.
On Monday I got a a paper back with "35/35, exactly what I wanted, a pleasure to read!" scribbled inside, and then a 3.9/4 on another "excellent" paper. Which was exciting. But on Tuesday my internship supervisor offered to pay me if I took on a larger project. Then I created a brochure, of with thousands and thousands of copies will be printed and that will (hopefully) lead many students to the unbelievable college resources provided by the foundation at which I'm interning. Guess which was more fulfilling? So, basically, I want to be at work and not in class. Ok, no, mostly today I wanted to be shopping, but at least work provides better for the shopping.
I had also just had the much-more blase realization that instead of forgetting about all the shoes I've worn out in day-long long cement-walking destructions, I could have them fixed by a magical man (or woman) at a shoe repair place. So I filled a crisp white Banana Republic bag with three pairs of forgotten heels and took them to U. Village, where a very friendly man was distraught at the sight of my nearly-ruined shoes, but promised to fix them within an how. Hooray.
I then wandered around and bought girlie things I don't really need (velvet belt? hairbrush?) and some cutesy earthy christmas presents for my mom. Then. While browsing candleholders. I ran into Brian's exgirlfriend. Of about three years. They lived together. We'd met once or twice while they were together, and she was very nice, and then one very drunken night (Nick's birthday?) she ran into us outside The Crescent. She may have caught on that I was the new girlfriend, maybe not. Either way, it was akward for me when she said I looked familiar and I said, "Jackie?" She looked great. I have a giant pimple (seriously, like a displaced reindeer nose) and unnecessarily poufy hair today. Of course, I also have the boyfriend, so who's to complain?
Then I wandered around some more, had mediocre coffee, bought some very serious looking conceler for the pblemish (really, I think it's glowing now) and (!!!) paid a shocking $60 for the shoes. $60! Who does that man think he is? Jesus raising my shoes from the dead?
Then I came home and had a piece of pie.
Anyway, my point is that I really feel like I'd done done done with going to class. Maybe tomorrow the enthusiasm will be back, but right now the idea of working - being really productive for a paycheck, rather than attending class for a federal grant and scholarships - seems much more fulfilling. I emailed my supervisor woman and told her I was interested in doing more work for the foundation, and that I'd find time.
On Monday I got a a paper back with "35/35, exactly what I wanted, a pleasure to read!" scribbled inside, and then a 3.9/4 on another "excellent" paper. Which was exciting. But on Tuesday my internship supervisor offered to pay me if I took on a larger project. Then I created a brochure, of with thousands and thousands of copies will be printed and that will (hopefully) lead many students to the unbelievable college resources provided by the foundation at which I'm interning. Guess which was more fulfilling? So, basically, I want to be at work and not in class. Ok, no, mostly today I wanted to be shopping, but at least work provides better for the shopping.
I had also just had the much-more blase realization that instead of forgetting about all the shoes I've worn out in day-long long cement-walking destructions, I could have them fixed by a magical man (or woman) at a shoe repair place. So I filled a crisp white Banana Republic bag with three pairs of forgotten heels and took them to U. Village, where a very friendly man was distraught at the sight of my nearly-ruined shoes, but promised to fix them within an how. Hooray.
I then wandered around and bought girlie things I don't really need (velvet belt? hairbrush?) and some cutesy earthy christmas presents for my mom. Then. While browsing candleholders. I ran into Brian's exgirlfriend. Of about three years. They lived together. We'd met once or twice while they were together, and she was very nice, and then one very drunken night (Nick's birthday?) she ran into us outside The Crescent. She may have caught on that I was the new girlfriend, maybe not. Either way, it was akward for me when she said I looked familiar and I said, "Jackie?" She looked great. I have a giant pimple (seriously, like a displaced reindeer nose) and unnecessarily poufy hair today. Of course, I also have the boyfriend, so who's to complain?
Then I wandered around some more, had mediocre coffee, bought some very serious looking conceler for the pblemish (really, I think it's glowing now) and (!!!) paid a shocking $60 for the shoes. $60! Who does that man think he is? Jesus raising my shoes from the dead?
Then I came home and had a piece of pie.
Anyway, my point is that I really feel like I'd done done done with going to class. Maybe tomorrow the enthusiasm will be back, but right now the idea of working - being really productive for a paycheck, rather than attending class for a federal grant and scholarships - seems much more fulfilling. I emailed my supervisor woman and told her I was interested in doing more work for the foundation, and that I'd find time.