The Waiting Game
Yesterday I took the national exam. I don't really have any idea how I did on it, but that's not unusual for me. I'm waiting to hear back about internships, but please don't ask about it. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night panicked about it, and I don't really like thinking about it when I don't have to.
But my visit to California was good, although I brought the colder weather with me. It was in the 70s before I got there, 50s and 60s while I was there, and now it's back in the 70s. Obviously I jinxed it.
For some reason I have a lot to do for school right now. I'm supposed to find a volunteer opportunity for 8 hours this quarter. As usual I procrastinated and forgot how short quarters actually are. Why can't professors make your last classes nice and easy? I mean come one. We're all checked out all ready. Why make it worse?
Lastly, I'm really looking forward to being able to eat pasta again. Sad, huh?
But my visit to California was good, although I brought the colder weather with me. It was in the 70s before I got there, 50s and 60s while I was there, and now it's back in the 70s. Obviously I jinxed it.
For some reason I have a lot to do for school right now. I'm supposed to find a volunteer opportunity for 8 hours this quarter. As usual I procrastinated and forgot how short quarters actually are. Why can't professors make your last classes nice and easy? I mean come one. We're all checked out all ready. Why make it worse?
Lastly, I'm really looking forward to being able to eat pasta again. Sad, huh?