long time, no update.
Well, it's certainly been a while, hasn't it? Where do I begin?
Ever since I was accepted into UCSC and gave them my commitment to pursue to follow their path to higher education in addition to a number of other amemnities including housing costs, transcripts, as well as tuition costs, the days until the actual transfer seem to be getting slower and slower. What's worse, I've spent far more hours at school than I have in many months. Certain days leave me on campus for a total of seven hours of the day (That's including the two hour intervals between classes). At this point, I'll be lucky if I survive this quarter with my psyche intact. Even when spring quarter's taken care of, I'm required to take several summer classes. In the longrun, I suppose all of these frustrating hours spent in this festering valley have caused my future alone in an actual university setting to become all the sweeter. Unfortunately, it's still several months away......Ah well. Things could be much much worse.
On the home front, father's slowly recovering from the operation. After getting both knees surgically removed and replaced, he is able to walk around without crippling pain. Although he's in a state of great physical discomfort, It will all be worth it in the end when he's able to experience a day without the slightest bit of pain in his legs. Hey, after four years of High school football, four in college football, several years in the marine corps, in addition to twenty three years of law enforcement, I'm surprised he didn't break much sooner.
I love my father with all of my heart. I'll make the pain he endured to keep the family well-off and loved worth every unpleasant sensation.
Somehow, I think that I'll be getting out of this job sooner than I think. recently, I've filled out several applications from a series of bookstores, clothing stores, and music stores. On a very uplifting note, my friend Colleen has informed me that three positions have opened up at the Diesel clothing store on Santana Row. Lord knows I'll be on that like a raven on a shiny piece of aluminium foil. I'm hoping for the best at this point. I can't stand being in the food service for much longer.
Well, here's to the best. I know I can do this well because I'm not alone.
Ever since I was accepted into UCSC and gave them my commitment to pursue to follow their path to higher education in addition to a number of other amemnities including housing costs, transcripts, as well as tuition costs, the days until the actual transfer seem to be getting slower and slower. What's worse, I've spent far more hours at school than I have in many months. Certain days leave me on campus for a total of seven hours of the day (That's including the two hour intervals between classes). At this point, I'll be lucky if I survive this quarter with my psyche intact. Even when spring quarter's taken care of, I'm required to take several summer classes. In the longrun, I suppose all of these frustrating hours spent in this festering valley have caused my future alone in an actual university setting to become all the sweeter. Unfortunately, it's still several months away......Ah well. Things could be much much worse.
On the home front, father's slowly recovering from the operation. After getting both knees surgically removed and replaced, he is able to walk around without crippling pain. Although he's in a state of great physical discomfort, It will all be worth it in the end when he's able to experience a day without the slightest bit of pain in his legs. Hey, after four years of High school football, four in college football, several years in the marine corps, in addition to twenty three years of law enforcement, I'm surprised he didn't break much sooner.
I love my father with all of my heart. I'll make the pain he endured to keep the family well-off and loved worth every unpleasant sensation.
Somehow, I think that I'll be getting out of this job sooner than I think. recently, I've filled out several applications from a series of bookstores, clothing stores, and music stores. On a very uplifting note, my friend Colleen has informed me that three positions have opened up at the Diesel clothing store on Santana Row. Lord knows I'll be on that like a raven on a shiny piece of aluminium foil. I'm hoping for the best at this point. I can't stand being in the food service for much longer.
Well, here's to the best. I know I can do this well because I'm not alone.