The Year in Review
Not to be confused with The Year in Review, which happens in December
**Warning - Most readers will probably find this entry very dull. You may turn back now if you wish, but don't say I didn't warn you.**
Half-way through the first step of the American Dream, aren't we? I would venture to say that most of us have an idea of what sort of classes await us in the next two years to a pretty high degree of accuracy. Myself, I can definitely identify with the feeling that it's all downhill from here. As much as I dislike coming home to the thought of having to work random hours at Nic's, it pales in comparison to the thought of having to search for a job several hundred miles away and then trying to make it in a place where I know no one. Only two, maybe three more summers at Nic's before I ride off into the sunset; I have to wonder if Joe is going to hire a full-timer in my absence or if Tim will take my place. I probably will take a week for a break after I get home, much as I need to get back in the wonderful habit of having money.
Scurf, bless his heart, is slowly going into that good night. But not gently. Judging by the alarming rate of anti-freeze-disappearace, he has to be burning it off at a pretty quick clip somewhere. I'm hoping to find a leak in a hose somewhere really soon (burning anti-freeze is much, much worse than finding a leak).
I think the GPA will be taking a hit this semester because I've finally found a math class that seems absolutely worthless to me. Although one of the topics that we covered just recently came up in a book I'm reading on relativity, it's so inanely simple that it makes me grit my teeth when I think about the time wasted. That's also the class that has led me to believe that going after a doctorate or a masters would not be such a good idea after all. Sure, get a higher degree and I could teach at a college/university and make more money. BUT, you really have to give a shit if you're going to be any good and I don't know if I could care less about Linear Algebra.
Definitely looking forward to this birthday. :-D Four weeks from today, I believe.
While I'm definitely going to miss this room, at least I will be coming home to my own room now. Still some moving and rearranging to take care of, but for the most part it will be there waiting for me on May 7th (or whenever it is that I come home).
Once again, I walk away with memories instead of lessons. *sigh*
Not to be confused with The Year in Review, which happens in December
**Warning - Most readers will probably find this entry very dull. You may turn back now if you wish, but don't say I didn't warn you.**
Half-way through the first step of the American Dream, aren't we? I would venture to say that most of us have an idea of what sort of classes await us in the next two years to a pretty high degree of accuracy. Myself, I can definitely identify with the feeling that it's all downhill from here. As much as I dislike coming home to the thought of having to work random hours at Nic's, it pales in comparison to the thought of having to search for a job several hundred miles away and then trying to make it in a place where I know no one. Only two, maybe three more summers at Nic's before I ride off into the sunset; I have to wonder if Joe is going to hire a full-timer in my absence or if Tim will take my place. I probably will take a week for a break after I get home, much as I need to get back in the wonderful habit of having money.
Scurf, bless his heart, is slowly going into that good night. But not gently. Judging by the alarming rate of anti-freeze-disappearace, he has to be burning it off at a pretty quick clip somewhere. I'm hoping to find a leak in a hose somewhere really soon (burning anti-freeze is much, much worse than finding a leak).
I think the GPA will be taking a hit this semester because I've finally found a math class that seems absolutely worthless to me. Although one of the topics that we covered just recently came up in a book I'm reading on relativity, it's so inanely simple that it makes me grit my teeth when I think about the time wasted. That's also the class that has led me to believe that going after a doctorate or a masters would not be such a good idea after all. Sure, get a higher degree and I could teach at a college/university and make more money. BUT, you really have to give a shit if you're going to be any good and I don't know if I could care less about Linear Algebra.
Definitely looking forward to this birthday. :-D Four weeks from today, I believe.
While I'm definitely going to miss this room, at least I will be coming home to my own room now. Still some moving and rearranging to take care of, but for the most part it will be there waiting for me on May 7th (or whenever it is that I come home).
Once again, I walk away with memories instead of lessons. *sigh*
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