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silveradeptWell, not entirely. There was all sorts of things done today. Some work, some other work, a field hockey game (5-0 home team) with signing afterward (Don't ask why we collect these things. It's really just fun this time.) Some other decisions made that will probably bring happy thoughts. Some other decisions came through, and those made me happy. Now I just have to figure out where to find space to put them up. And maybe, maybe, when I get a really large lotto windfall, I'll be able to finally buy all the things I want to from all the comic people that I read and adore. Sometimes student status sucks. But it'll al be worth it - in two years I'll be able to proudly wave a different piece of paper and have a job come of it!
Four years ago I looked at my first semester and wasn't sure if I could hack it. Three years ago, I wondered whether I could hack it. Two years ago, I worried I wouldn't find a major. One year ago, I panicked about a thesis. This is just another chapter in the trend. And it'll turn out like all the other ones - I'm slowly beginning to get a handle on my work. Doesn't mean I like it or have most of it done, just that I'm starting to get a feel of how to put off having a social life (and still trying to sneak a few things in the back door) so that I can get all of my work done right. Ia, Ia, Ia!
Maybe I'm bored sometimes with the universe because the universe is beige. Or maybe it's like a telemarketer that won't go away, and I just haven't discovered how to get him to hang up for a bit. Either way, I'm slowly trying to reduce the amount of projects on my taskbar. The more things that disappear into the "done" pile before they're due, the better, the better! There's no reason to let them pile up on me, and so I intend on kicking them out as soon as possible. With prejudice. And fire.
I'm thinking about constructing a Goal List for this year, in addition to the obvious ("Survive college coursework, and pay for college, somehow") parts. I'm soliciting suggestions, both as possible entries and as a mirror to what you think I need to work on. I suspect that there will be more than a few creative ideas as to what needs to be worked on. It might also lead to a few other entries that I think of off of that. And that way, I can take a look at my Goals, and see just how many I might make this year. (Or miss, if the year's particularly unkind to me.)
Four years ago I looked at my first semester and wasn't sure if I could hack it. Three years ago, I wondered whether I could hack it. Two years ago, I worried I wouldn't find a major. One year ago, I panicked about a thesis. This is just another chapter in the trend. And it'll turn out like all the other ones - I'm slowly beginning to get a handle on my work. Doesn't mean I like it or have most of it done, just that I'm starting to get a feel of how to put off having a social life (and still trying to sneak a few things in the back door) so that I can get all of my work done right. Ia, Ia, Ia!
Maybe I'm bored sometimes with the universe because the universe is beige. Or maybe it's like a telemarketer that won't go away, and I just haven't discovered how to get him to hang up for a bit. Either way, I'm slowly trying to reduce the amount of projects on my taskbar. The more things that disappear into the "done" pile before they're due, the better, the better! There's no reason to let them pile up on me, and so I intend on kicking them out as soon as possible. With prejudice. And fire.
I'm thinking about constructing a Goal List for this year, in addition to the obvious ("Survive college coursework, and pay for college, somehow") parts. I'm soliciting suggestions, both as possible entries and as a mirror to what you think I need to work on. I suspect that there will be more than a few creative ideas as to what needs to be worked on. It might also lead to a few other entries that I think of off of that. And that way, I can take a look at my Goals, and see just how many I might make this year. (Or miss, if the year's particularly unkind to me.)
