OK maybe I could try to write something else.
Since it has been a week. And I said I'd write more.
Problem is, it seems like not much is happening. And that's the way I like it. I've been seeing friends. I got a haircut, and learned about basic principles of investing, and made a lot of soups and stews and cookies and banana bread, and got a cold and got better. I read some books, but not as many as I could have. I started applying for summer jobs... and am forced to wait until a potential recommender emails me back.
I just went down to Carleton today to visit with the aikido club. It was nice being a temporary celebrity for a little while, and sweet how happy some of my former club-members were to see me. Great big awww.
I sliced my finger open on the last day of the semester, and the remainder of the scab finally fell off today. I guess that's sort of a gross thing to share, but now I have a badass little smiley-face scar on my finger. Now that I have full range of motion (without having to worry about re-opening it), I kind of hope the scar sticks around for a while. Hey, it's not like I was going to be a hand model anyway, and it certainly commemorates the end of a big semester. Maybe it'll fade by the time I finish my degree. Whatever degree that ends up being.
With next semester imminent, it is hard to avoid a sense of impending doom. On the other hand, the book lists for only two of my classes are posted so far, which means that I have at least another week left to be in denial about the work waiting around the corner....
Problem is, it seems like not much is happening. And that's the way I like it. I've been seeing friends. I got a haircut, and learned about basic principles of investing, and made a lot of soups and stews and cookies and banana bread, and got a cold and got better. I read some books, but not as many as I could have. I started applying for summer jobs... and am forced to wait until a potential recommender emails me back.
I just went down to Carleton today to visit with the aikido club. It was nice being a temporary celebrity for a little while, and sweet how happy some of my former club-members were to see me. Great big awww.
I sliced my finger open on the last day of the semester, and the remainder of the scab finally fell off today. I guess that's sort of a gross thing to share, but now I have a badass little smiley-face scar on my finger. Now that I have full range of motion (without having to worry about re-opening it), I kind of hope the scar sticks around for a while. Hey, it's not like I was going to be a hand model anyway, and it certainly commemorates the end of a big semester. Maybe it'll fade by the time I finish my degree. Whatever degree that ends up being.
With next semester imminent, it is hard to avoid a sense of impending doom. On the other hand, the book lists for only two of my classes are posted so far, which means that I have at least another week left to be in denial about the work waiting around the corner....