Farewell to love, at least for another 3 months.
I've been in Fuck-It Mode (tm) off and on. I had to sit for two exams yesterday, both of which required me to actually write rather than bubbling in the correct answer or circling the correct answer, so my hand was pretty cramped after I finished with those.
Still need to clean. First priority, however, remains B200. I'm a bit worried about that. On the other hand, if I finish well, I won't have to take another science course again ever as long as I live. (The last math course ever as long as I live was in 1998.)
It seems like this is The End for a few of my significant relationships. Lydia is graduating, which I knew was going to happen. Wareh is leaving, which I knew was going to happen. We'll keep in touch; we'll meet again; but it's not the same.
It's no easier than when I'm the one who leaves, which is usually the case.
Called work today. The boss said we're busy--even busier than when I was home over spring break, and I'm frankly not looking forward to it. I don't know why my attitude towards work has deteriorated--maybe because I hate Evansville, maybe because my job is now just something I put up with to go to school, maybe because I can't wait to finally get shut of it. Evansville is laden with goddamn hicks.
On the other hand, I truly don't feel that way about my co-workers. I like them. They're smart. They're fun. They're pretty cool. I think it's just that I've changed, and that I can see some kind of future now beyond my job. It's no longer an end in itself--it's a means to an end. It's crap I put up with so that I can get back to school. I am for classics, and for nothing else.
They say love is sweet; I don't know about that.
What I do know is that my discipline is sweeter, and when I can't work at it or try to make any headway in it, I get cranky and irritable and hard to live with.
Okay. Got stuff to do. I'm off.
Still need to clean. First priority, however, remains B200. I'm a bit worried about that. On the other hand, if I finish well, I won't have to take another science course again ever as long as I live. (The last math course ever as long as I live was in 1998.)
It seems like this is The End for a few of my significant relationships. Lydia is graduating, which I knew was going to happen. Wareh is leaving, which I knew was going to happen. We'll keep in touch; we'll meet again; but it's not the same.
It's no easier than when I'm the one who leaves, which is usually the case.
Called work today. The boss said we're busy--even busier than when I was home over spring break, and I'm frankly not looking forward to it. I don't know why my attitude towards work has deteriorated--maybe because I hate Evansville, maybe because my job is now just something I put up with to go to school, maybe because I can't wait to finally get shut of it. Evansville is laden with goddamn hicks.
On the other hand, I truly don't feel that way about my co-workers. I like them. They're smart. They're fun. They're pretty cool. I think it's just that I've changed, and that I can see some kind of future now beyond my job. It's no longer an end in itself--it's a means to an end. It's crap I put up with so that I can get back to school. I am for classics, and for nothing else.
They say love is sweet; I don't know about that.
What I do know is that my discipline is sweeter, and when I can't work at it or try to make any headway in it, I get cranky and irritable and hard to live with.
Okay. Got stuff to do. I'm off.