Aug 07, 2006 10:04
Well I presented my grad school research presentation to my father and - thank the lord - he FINALLY understood that it is totally infeasible for me to go to grad school in business without first gaining some professional experience. That was SUCH a relief. A lot of his qualms were because he thought I was going to have a kid soon (?!?!?!?) and so he thought I'd never go back? or something? Who knows. So, now the deal is that as long as I go to grad school in the next 3-5 years, he will accept my plan. He does, though, want me to find a job for fall 2007 by December 2006. I would have to agree with this - I hope to have a job lined up by then. I feel that it can be done, considering that the career advisor lady person said that she placed all her 2006 OTM graduates in jobs...so yeah, it's a whole new thing to crack down on for the fall but I'm currently feeling confident.
I cannot wait for the school year to start. I have never liked summer, ever since I was a little kid. Granted, during last week of school in the spring I am always like, "YES! Summer! So pumped!" but that quickly fades about 1.5 weeks into summer. So yes, this fall will grace me with only 4 classes (yippee!) and a helluva lot of job searching, interviewing, etc-ing.
On other fronts, my mother confronted me about health and eating and weight and working out and everything else that I don't like to talk about. This was not fun. I know she's just trying to help me out and look out for me now that she's been on this health/working-out kick, but it's just so hard. I know the whole conversation was prefaced by the, "I'm not saying your fat, but this is just to prepare you now for later". But, even with that said, it only makes me wonder and definitely doesn't make me feel good...
I'll never be as skinny as I was on danceline. I was only that skinny because we practiced for like 2 1/2 hours every day. And let's face it, I have problems getting in 1 1/2 hours of exercise per day. It's just not feasible with the crazy schedule that school induces. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely loved the year I was on danceline. I loved how I looked. I loved how I felt. I wish there was something like that here that would give me the same effect. But alas, I haven't really found anything.
I am also a total stress eater. And as I get older, it seems that I get more stressed about things (which is setting me up for a massive heart attack when I'm like 35 - but that's a different story). I also don't cook, which also doesn't help. After I've been at work/school/activities/etc and I come home at night, the last thing I want to do is PREPARE food for like 45 minutes before I actually get to eat. Instead, I tend to eat whatever is right there, fast and convenient.
This is also why I can't wait for school to start. I love schedules and organization and things having their place. It's so much easier to make a constant workout schedule when I have organization and determination. Summer is just a ball of mushy unscheduled blah. Yes, mushy unscheduled blah. Also, living in an apartment without A/C doesn't help either. The last thing I want to do when I wake up is go exercise and get even more sweaty and then come home and basically die. I also don't have any exercise partners. I mean, I totally like working out by myself, but sometimes it would just be nice to have someone to encourage me to go. Like, at Fordham, for either crew or that kickboxing class we were all obsessed with, there was always someone to go exercise with or at least encourage me to attend. Here, I don't have many friends that exercise or I don't have many friends that exercise when I have time to exercise.
I'm hoping that my less demanding school schedule and my determination to lose 13-15 pounds before I graduate will truly drive my senior year. I feel that it can be done - through a lot of force, self-control and determination. ::crosses fingers::
So here's to senior year of college. Already. It's been an interesting three years so far and I'm curious to see how it will all play out.