Since I haven't written here in MONTHS, and haven't written consistently in probably years, I would be shocked if anyone is reading this. So thank you, whoever happens to be here!
I have now been graduated and working for a little over a year now, and am still adjusting to life outside the ivory tower. And, to be frank, I'm not sure if I really love it. So I want to go back to school for a PhD? No, not right now. But someday? I probably won't be able to resist.
It's funny, it's not that "real life" is hard and that I want to go back to the "easy" life of academia, as people would probably suspect. No, it's more that I am finding this working life is not as challenging as the academic world was and I'm finding my mind is gasping for more.
My job itself is pretty great, and I have done some things to make it more intellectually stimulating (and it is much more intellectually stimulating than many jobs out there), but it's still not quite enough, I think.
I want to push at the boundaries of what it is that we know, not just use already existing information, and find *answers* to the questions I have in the clinic.
In a typical clinic day, there just is not the time to hunt down answers to all the of questions that come up: how many times a week should I see this patient? How much progress can they make with factors X, Y and Z? Should I use this approach or this approach? And even if I did manage to hunt down answers to those questions, the odds are that I would find that zero research has been done on a given topic.
In an ideal world, half my time would be spent in a clinic and the other half would be spent doing research on clinical topics (or at least theoretical topics that could affect clinical practice).
Will that happen? Hopefully. Soon? Maybe not. It is pretty darn nice not having homework!
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Sunday, September 12, 2010
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Awesome Days
The past three days have been great. My last day of my internship, Thursday, was really great, with a field trip and lots of sweet cards made by my kids. Then Thursday night, we surprised my parents, who had flown in earlier that day, with my brother, who we flew in as a Mother's Day surprise.
Friday was graduation, which was wonderful because I got to see all of my classmates, most of whom I haven't seen since December when we all went out on internships. We were a pretty close class, or at least as close as you can be with almost 30 students. Every single person in the class was amazing in their own way and brought so much to our department. It was a little sad seeing everyone too, since we probably won't all ever be together again. I also got a very honoring and humbling award, particularly so because my class was so great that so many others were just as deserving.
Saturday, we had a great picnic hosted by several of my friends in our graduating class. It was a perfect Colorado party: hanging out at Chautauqua with great friends under a perfect Colorado sunny sky, great beer, great food and cornhole. What more do you need? Then after the picnic, we found this incredible place that is kind of like an organized junk yard with home improvement/construction stuff (think salvaged doors, cabinets, faucets, and other we went to our new place and again I wished that my family lived closer. After exploring there, we went back to the new place, where my brother and Peter replaced the hideous brass chandelier with a much nicer nickel one, thereby making my day.
Sunday was the day of demolition. After a lovely Mother's Day brunch, the boys got everything out of the kitchen, including the low cabinets and all appliances, so that we are now almost ready to put the flooring in. We still need to figure out what we are doing with the sink cabinet, that won't require shutting off the water to the entire building, but we should be able to cross that bridge by tomorrow.
My parents left today, but the brother remains. It was so very nice to have everyone in town and it was really fun to have everyone helping out with the renovations in the new place. I feel much more optimistic about our chances of getting everything done before we have to move in at the end of the month, but only if we keep plugging along!
Friday was graduation, which was wonderful because I got to see all of my classmates, most of whom I haven't seen since December when we all went out on internships. We were a pretty close class, or at least as close as you can be with almost 30 students. Every single person in the class was amazing in their own way and brought so much to our department. It was a little sad seeing everyone too, since we probably won't all ever be together again. I also got a very honoring and humbling award, particularly so because my class was so great that so many others were just as deserving.
Saturday, we had a great picnic hosted by several of my friends in our graduating class. It was a perfect Colorado party: hanging out at Chautauqua with great friends under a perfect Colorado sunny sky, great beer, great food and cornhole. What more do you need? Then after the picnic, we found this incredible place that is kind of like an organized junk yard with home improvement/construction stuff (think salvaged doors, cabinets, faucets, and other we went to our new place and again I wished that my family lived closer. After exploring there, we went back to the new place, where my brother and Peter replaced the hideous brass chandelier with a much nicer nickel one, thereby making my day.
Sunday was the day of demolition. After a lovely Mother's Day brunch, the boys got everything out of the kitchen, including the low cabinets and all appliances, so that we are now almost ready to put the flooring in. We still need to figure out what we are doing with the sink cabinet, that won't require shutting off the water to the entire building, but we should be able to cross that bridge by tomorrow.
My parents left today, but the brother remains. It was so very nice to have everyone in town and it was really fun to have everyone helping out with the renovations in the new place. I feel much more optimistic about our chances of getting everything done before we have to move in at the end of the month, but only if we keep plugging along!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
In threes
I've often hear people say good and bad things happen in threes. I've even posted about it before. So when I got a phone call from Peter with not-excellent-news-but-could-certainly-have-been-worse-news about his job (he still has it, hooray!), and simultaneously got a text from a dear friend with not good news about their house search, I was waiting for the other (third?) shoe to drop. Luckily, I didn't have to wait too long. I got some frustrating news from a staff person at school who seems to have made a career out of messing up my life. Not on purpose, I know, but the errors, omissions and mistakes she has repeatedly made on my behalf have cost me a lot of frustration now even a few tears. I emailed her back, but of course it is after hours and she is OUT of there at the crack of five, so I will be lucky to get an answer tomorrow. Ugh. She really pisses me off sometimes. As long as this is the worst of it, I'll survive!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Lots of stress
You know how they say even good things can be stressful? I'm getting that in spades. Within the next month, we will be closing on our first home, moving into a new place, I will be finishing my internship (but it just started!), and looming above it all, I will need to finish my thesis. I want to vomit just thinking about it all.
Every time I get excited about decorating or moving, the specter of my unfinished thesis immediately rises up to remind me of more important things I should be doing (like, instead of blogging, I should be writing). In order to have a nice place with nice things and prepare for a nice life, I need to have a job. To have a job, I need to graduate. To graduate, I need to finish a thesis. To finish this fricking thesis, I need to work every waking hour, and then stay awake for some hours I would rather sleep through. Ugh.
Wish me luck!
Every time I get excited about decorating or moving, the specter of my unfinished thesis immediately rises up to remind me of more important things I should be doing (like, instead of blogging, I should be writing). In order to have a nice place with nice things and prepare for a nice life, I need to have a job. To have a job, I need to graduate. To graduate, I need to finish a thesis. To finish this fricking thesis, I need to work every waking hour, and then stay awake for some hours I would rather sleep through. Ugh.
Wish me luck!
Thursday, March 05, 2009
My Dichotomy
I started my internship in the schools this week as one of my last requirements for my MA in speech-language pathology (aside from that pesky little thesis, of course). As promised by all of my friends, I absolutely love it. I mean, so far. I'm still just shadowing and not doing any actual work, but it's still awesome.
This experience coming hard on the heels of essentially three months of utter and complete freedom to work on my thesis has made me realize some interesting things about myself (or perhaps, myselves?).
When I was working on the thesis, I was completely engrossed in theoretical conjectures, abstract thought and lots of mental gymnastics. I was also in a room by myself. During this time, I became much more like the stereotypical crazy academic--muttering to myself as I walked across campus, getting caught by sudden inspiration at mealtimes with friends, feverishly jotting down notes on napkins, envelopes and even a paper tablecloth. I became completely self-centered, and yet was making great progress in my development of my thoughts.
When I started at my internship, I was constantly interacting with others. Though my practice required me to rely on my theoretical background, I had to apply my knowledge immediately and did not have time to sit and ponder much of anything at all. Abstractness was the enemy, since I was dealing with kindergartners who had the attention span of a gnat and teenagers who didn't really understand the concept of "never" and "always." Theory doesn't really work so well then. So I wasn't really thinking as much, but I was also a lot more socially appropriate and interactive.
Crazy thing is, I was utterly blissful in both situations. Well, that's not entirely true. I was much more "tormented" in the first scenario. I would debate with myself over various issues, get so frustrated with insolvable quandaries, etc. Tortured genius stuff, except without the genius part. Maybe that's why I was so tortured?
Regardless, I still found research very satisfying, particularly when I would have those little a-ha moments that make it all worthwhile. Having no schedule also helped too.
But I find therapy itself amazingly fabulously wonderful. I feel exactly like I did the day of my first observation of an SLP (a friend), and the day that I decided my course for sure. I thought to myself, "They PAY you to do this?" It was so fun, great, and seemed relatively easy. I felt like this was absolutely my calling, something I was born to do that utilized many of my talents. Not to mention, I could actually HELP people!
Oops... digression narrowly averted.
Essentially, I am finding that I am two different people to some extent when I am engaged in these two different activities. At some point in my life and career, I will need to decide how much of each I want to pursue and what kind of career that would entail. Professorship? Clinical supervisor? Clinician? Clinician who does research? Hmm... well, at least I don't need to decide just yet. I need to finish this degree first!
This experience coming hard on the heels of essentially three months of utter and complete freedom to work on my thesis has made me realize some interesting things about myself (or perhaps, myselves?).
When I was working on the thesis, I was completely engrossed in theoretical conjectures, abstract thought and lots of mental gymnastics. I was also in a room by myself. During this time, I became much more like the stereotypical crazy academic--muttering to myself as I walked across campus, getting caught by sudden inspiration at mealtimes with friends, feverishly jotting down notes on napkins, envelopes and even a paper tablecloth. I became completely self-centered, and yet was making great progress in my development of my thoughts.
When I started at my internship, I was constantly interacting with others. Though my practice required me to rely on my theoretical background, I had to apply my knowledge immediately and did not have time to sit and ponder much of anything at all. Abstractness was the enemy, since I was dealing with kindergartners who had the attention span of a gnat and teenagers who didn't really understand the concept of "never" and "always." Theory doesn't really work so well then. So I wasn't really thinking as much, but I was also a lot more socially appropriate and interactive.
Crazy thing is, I was utterly blissful in both situations. Well, that's not entirely true. I was much more "tormented" in the first scenario. I would debate with myself over various issues, get so frustrated with insolvable quandaries, etc. Tortured genius stuff, except without the genius part. Maybe that's why I was so tortured?
Regardless, I still found research very satisfying, particularly when I would have those little a-ha moments that make it all worthwhile. Having no schedule also helped too.
But I find therapy itself amazingly fabulously wonderful. I feel exactly like I did the day of my first observation of an SLP (a friend), and the day that I decided my course for sure. I thought to myself, "They PAY you to do this?" It was so fun, great, and seemed relatively easy. I felt like this was absolutely my calling, something I was born to do that utilized many of my talents. Not to mention, I could actually HELP people!
Oops... digression narrowly averted.
Essentially, I am finding that I am two different people to some extent when I am engaged in these two different activities. At some point in my life and career, I will need to decide how much of each I want to pursue and what kind of career that would entail. Professorship? Clinical supervisor? Clinician? Clinician who does research? Hmm... well, at least I don't need to decide just yet. I need to finish this degree first!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Catching up on drafts: The first
First:
Woo-freaking-hoo!!!! I am done with this semester! The last semester of classes (for now, but maybe forever)! It just hit me walking back from dropping off some paperwork. I am SOOO happy!
Next:
Lots of people and websites do "best-of" lists or "a look back at the past year" this time of year, and usually these are fun, silly, and sometimes pointless. However, if you only look at one this year, you need to see The Big Picture's The Year 2008 in Photographs (click here for Part 1 of 3 to get started). This collection of 120 pictures (40 per installment) is an incredible look at the many, many different facets of this amazing world we live in. These photographs have a way of making the world feel so small, making the connections between all people so real and palpable. "Intimate" is an excellent word. So is "moving," "profound," and the ever popular hyphenated, one-word impostor: "don't-miss." So don't miss it!
Woo-freaking-hoo!!!! I am done with this semester! The last semester of classes (for now, but maybe forever)! It just hit me walking back from dropping off some paperwork. I am SOOO happy!
Next:
Lots of people and websites do "best-of" lists or "a look back at the past year" this time of year, and usually these are fun, silly, and sometimes pointless. However, if you only look at one this year, you need to see The Big Picture's The Year 2008 in Photographs (click here for Part 1 of 3 to get started). This collection of 120 pictures (40 per installment) is an incredible look at the many, many different facets of this amazing world we live in. These photographs have a way of making the world feel so small, making the connections between all people so real and palpable. "Intimate" is an excellent word. So is "moving," "profound," and the ever popular hyphenated, one-word impostor: "don't-miss." So don't miss it!
Monday, November 03, 2008
The unseen eye
I had a weird experience today that is becoming more and more common. A girl I had never met before was waiting in the hallway with me to speak to a professor. She looked and me and said, "I think I've observed you in the clinic downstairs." Since undergraduates in the program need to have a certain number of observation hours (25 in all), and since they can watch our sessions in the clinic on the first floor, this is not unheard of.
The weirdest part of it all is realizing how very many people have likely watched me in sessions that may or may not have gone well, and knowing that they now have some impression of me as a clinician, as well as knowing that I might have shaped their view of the field in some way. Frightening, since I'm by now means an expert at what I am doing and and still learning so much every day.
Then again, maybe I'm not nearly as well known in reality as in my head, and perhaps it's only a few people who have observed me. Either way, it's nice to get to meet some of those people who you never even knew were behind that one-way mirror.
The weirdest part of it all is realizing how very many people have likely watched me in sessions that may or may not have gone well, and knowing that they now have some impression of me as a clinician, as well as knowing that I might have shaped their view of the field in some way. Frightening, since I'm by now means an expert at what I am doing and and still learning so much every day.
Then again, maybe I'm not nearly as well known in reality as in my head, and perhaps it's only a few people who have observed me. Either way, it's nice to get to meet some of those people who you never even knew were behind that one-way mirror.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
On having no time
I just have time for a quick note this morning before I set off on my typical twelve-hour day of meetings, clients and class.
I have been thinking a lot about the passage of time, how short life really is, and the way we spend our time. I think seeing my husband only for an early morning goodbye kiss when he leaves for work and a goodnight kiss when one of us comes home late at night while the other is still in bed might have something to do with it. On good days, we get to eat dinner together at 9 PM before we both retreat to our computers to finish our work for the night. I know this is a necessary time in our lives to get to where we want to be, but I don't love it.
Is my time best spent in endless meetings and three hour classes? What exactly is all this "work" I need to do everyday? What purpose is it all serving? Some of it is useful, either to me or to someone else, but some of it simply is not worth the time spent doing it. Not that I have a choice in the matter right now. And I will probably always have to do pointless work to some degree, but I hope I can do it more mindfully and balance out its utility and importance with the time I spend doing it.
I have been thinking a lot about the passage of time, how short life really is, and the way we spend our time. I think seeing my husband only for an early morning goodbye kiss when he leaves for work and a goodnight kiss when one of us comes home late at night while the other is still in bed might have something to do with it. On good days, we get to eat dinner together at 9 PM before we both retreat to our computers to finish our work for the night. I know this is a necessary time in our lives to get to where we want to be, but I don't love it.
Is my time best spent in endless meetings and three hour classes? What exactly is all this "work" I need to do everyday? What purpose is it all serving? Some of it is useful, either to me or to someone else, but some of it simply is not worth the time spent doing it. Not that I have a choice in the matter right now. And I will probably always have to do pointless work to some degree, but I hope I can do it more mindfully and balance out its utility and importance with the time I spend doing it.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Update on life
Sorry the posts have not been very regular, or very good when they do appear (for those of you still reading). I'm hoping we will soon get over the initial bumps that are inevitable at the beginning of every semester (where am I supposed to be now? What should I be doing?).
I am taking five classes, plus I have four clinic assignments and an off-site clinic assignment (where I do therapy stuff with a non-school organization). AND working my three very part time jobs. Phew! But it's my last semester of classes (yay!) and I think I've had enough experience that I can handle it.
The husband is busy teaching at school, writing lesson plans, grading tests, preparing classes, and doing all that work that never gets counted in the estimation of how many hours teachers work. Granted, the first year of teaching is always the hardest (so I hear) because everything has to be made from scratch and there are no lessons to fall back on. HOWEVER. When people talk about how "overpaid" teachers are, I would like them to see my husband waking up at 5 AM to finish prepping for the day to get to school by 7 AM, where the kids come at 7:30, then teaching 5 sections (I think, maybe four?) back to back, to coach cross country after school (when he doesn't desperately need that time to make copies, set up labs, etc. He gets home about 8 PM, depending on what meetings, prep work and other obligations he has, eats dinner, then goes upstairs to work again until collapsing at 11 PM. Then he wakes up and does it all over again. Yeah, he's totally overpaid.
So that's the skinniest of the skinnies here. School, school, play, school, sleep. Eat, rinse, repeat.
I am taking five classes, plus I have four clinic assignments and an off-site clinic assignment (where I do therapy stuff with a non-school organization). AND working my three very part time jobs. Phew! But it's my last semester of classes (yay!) and I think I've had enough experience that I can handle it.
The husband is busy teaching at school, writing lesson plans, grading tests, preparing classes, and doing all that work that never gets counted in the estimation of how many hours teachers work. Granted, the first year of teaching is always the hardest (so I hear) because everything has to be made from scratch and there are no lessons to fall back on. HOWEVER. When people talk about how "overpaid" teachers are, I would like them to see my husband waking up at 5 AM to finish prepping for the day to get to school by 7 AM, where the kids come at 7:30, then teaching 5 sections (I think, maybe four?) back to back, to coach cross country after school (when he doesn't desperately need that time to make copies, set up labs, etc. He gets home about 8 PM, depending on what meetings, prep work and other obligations he has, eats dinner, then goes upstairs to work again until collapsing at 11 PM. Then he wakes up and does it all over again. Yeah, he's totally overpaid.
So that's the skinniest of the skinnies here. School, school, play, school, sleep. Eat, rinse, repeat.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Halfway
The end of this semester marks the halfway point (sorta) of my MA program. We have this summer and next fall of classes and clinic, and then we are out on internship (which I hear is pretty much like working, without the paycheck).
I couldn't believe how quickly my first master's went by, and I feel the same about this one. Granted, we still have a ton of work ahead of us, but we're halfway there! It's incredible how much I learned this semester and I sincerely hope that feeling continues in my next two semesters. There's still SO much I don't know, but luckily, I am beginning to realize that now. I guess that's one indication of how much I have learned.
Well, back to the take-home finals!
I couldn't believe how quickly my first master's went by, and I feel the same about this one. Granted, we still have a ton of work ahead of us, but we're halfway there! It's incredible how much I learned this semester and I sincerely hope that feeling continues in my next two semesters. There's still SO much I don't know, but luckily, I am beginning to realize that now. I guess that's one indication of how much I have learned.
Well, back to the take-home finals!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Studies in late night paper-writing
Pop Rocks are an '80s party in my mouth.
Also, a tasty alternative to coffee (blech) for the awakeness.
Also, a tasty alternative to coffee (blech) for the awakeness.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Not the best of all possible worlds
First day back from Spring Break. Snowed the past two days. Five weeks left of school. At least 6 major papers/projects to do for classes, final reports for at least four clients to do by then, not to mention finals. Thesis.
Motivation: zero.
Worst part? After spring semester is over, I get to launch right back into summer classes and clinic. Woot.
Motivation: zero.
Worst part? After spring semester is over, I get to launch right back into summer classes and clinic. Woot.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Super-Awesome Baby Day
Today, my little guy who is almost 2 and was non-verbal 4 months ago said my name. Actually, he said, "Hi Shannon," clear as day. I seriously very nearly cried. I take no credit for his amazing advances (and they are truly amazing from day to day), but I am so excited to be able to be a part of it and to see his development. He continues to amaze us and it is super, super cool. I've never seen anything like it. Literally, every day we see him (twice a week), he does something else that makes our jaws drop. Never underestimate a child. They will always surprise you.
I love, love, love my school-clinic.
I love, love, love my school-clinic.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Spring forward!
I saw my first crocuses of the season, and didn't have my camera with me :-(
We have a clock that automatically knows the time... but I can never tell if it knows about Daylight Savings and so I woke up at 9:30 praying it knew (otherwise it would have been 10:30 and I have SO much to do today!).
The sky is bright blue with puffy white clouds today. Idyllic spring sky.
Spring break is only two weeks away. THANK GOD.
The semester is already more than half over. Uh oh. But also: Yay.
There will be at least two more major snowstorms. This is March in Colorado, and this is historically our snowiest month.
Spring=summer soon. Hooray!!!
We have a clock that automatically knows the time... but I can never tell if it knows about Daylight Savings and so I woke up at 9:30 praying it knew (otherwise it would have been 10:30 and I have SO much to do today!).
The sky is bright blue with puffy white clouds today. Idyllic spring sky.
Spring break is only two weeks away. THANK GOD.
The semester is already more than half over. Uh oh. But also: Yay.
There will be at least two more major snowstorms. This is March in Colorado, and this is historically our snowiest month.
Spring=summer soon. Hooray!!!
Monday, March 03, 2008
Story of my school life
I get excited by a class, talk a lot, ask questions and answer them, maybe question some of the teacher's points to clarify. Then the teacher tires of this, feels threatened, wants to teach the class at a more basic level, or something else unknown happens. They then use different tactics, but the result is always the same. I feel stupid for talking, I get frustrated or am belittled (granted, I am extremely sensitive, and I'm sure they never ever actually mean to hurt me). And so I stop talking. And usually cry. I stop paying attention because it is the only way to survive. Otherwise I would just cry all the way through class, which I certainly have done before.
I shouldn't be surprised by now, though I don't really know what, if anything, I can change to prevent this from happening. I know whatever I do is just because I am interested and interested in the truth and clarity, but it must not be received that way. Oh well, I'll just be quiet in class now and try to avoid getting her attention.
Edited to add: Oh, and then I get depressed for the rest of the day because I feel worthless. Nice.
I shouldn't be surprised by now, though I don't really know what, if anything, I can change to prevent this from happening. I know whatever I do is just because I am interested and interested in the truth and clarity, but it must not be received that way. Oh well, I'll just be quiet in class now and try to avoid getting her attention.
Edited to add: Oh, and then I get depressed for the rest of the day because I feel worthless. Nice.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Scenes from a heartwarming day
One of my clinical assignments in in our toddler group, with kids from under 2 up to about 3ish. Some have different challenges, others are typically developing peers. Here are some incredibly touching things that happened today:
One little girl was cry very, very hard this morning. Her friend seemed unsettled by this, though neither said anything to the other; the second girl just kind of ignored her crying friend. At the end of the class, the first girl said, "I'm sorry I scared you when I was sad." So perceptive, and sweet!
We've had some trouble with some of the older kids not being as accepting of some of the children who aren't talking yet, due to different challenges. One of the girls had said some not-nice things (for 3 year olds) about not wanting to play with those friends. Today, one of the clinicians explained that one of the boys just needs some help with some things (he has a syndromic condition). Immediately, she takes him under her wing, helps him with *everything*, hangs out with him ALL DAY and calls him "my little buddy." The same little boy she refused to play with last week. SO cute.
Finally, I was playing "hurt leg" with one of the more verbal boys. They love to play doctor and fix people, and as I was laying there with my "hurt" leg, this little guy treated me with such tenderness as he "fixed" my leg that it melted my heart. His ultimate solution? To cut off my feet and attach new ones (but he did it so skillfully!). I think he has a career in surgery ahead of him.
One little girl was cry very, very hard this morning. Her friend seemed unsettled by this, though neither said anything to the other; the second girl just kind of ignored her crying friend. At the end of the class, the first girl said, "I'm sorry I scared you when I was sad." So perceptive, and sweet!
We've had some trouble with some of the older kids not being as accepting of some of the children who aren't talking yet, due to different challenges. One of the girls had said some not-nice things (for 3 year olds) about not wanting to play with those friends. Today, one of the clinicians explained that one of the boys just needs some help with some things (he has a syndromic condition). Immediately, she takes him under her wing, helps him with *everything*, hangs out with him ALL DAY and calls him "my little buddy." The same little boy she refused to play with last week. SO cute.
Finally, I was playing "hurt leg" with one of the more verbal boys. They love to play doctor and fix people, and as I was laying there with my "hurt" leg, this little guy treated me with such tenderness as he "fixed" my leg that it melted my heart. His ultimate solution? To cut off my feet and attach new ones (but he did it so skillfully!). I think he has a career in surgery ahead of him.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Three Day Weekend
I wish I had one. Instead, I'm in class all day and wishing I could take a nap. At least I'll have Spring Break in a month (is that right? Maybe 2 months?). Whatever it is, it can't get here soon enough!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Best break
I just got back from laying on the lawn outside our building in the 66 degree sunshine. It was SO hard to come back inside. We really tried to convince our teacher to teach outside, but she didn't bite. What made it even better was that tomorrow there is supposedly a 100 percent chance of snow tomorrow. 4-9 inches. WHY must we waste this weather inside a classroom with no windows???
Monday, February 11, 2008
Wind, wind, go away
Woke up at 5 thanks to the wind. Also because I went to bed at 9:30. I was tired! But it is really windy and it gets very annoying after a while. Mainly because the wind seems to only blow at night, especially when you are just going to sleep or a few hours before you need to wake up. The wind knows, man!
I had my thesis proposal meeting last Friday, and miracle of miracles (or not), they approved it! So now I guess I actually have to do this thing. Actually, I'm really glad they did because it's going to be a heckuva lot of work and I will really need the time to get it done. I'm way ahead of the game, but I want to defend by November so I can head out to internships without this hanging over my head. Another bonus if all works according to plan: if I have completed a thesis and all course requirements, I only have to do one internship, which means my first internship could hire me if they wanted to (fingers crossed!) which means I could actually be employed with money and everything in ONE YEAR! Amazing.
Well, my 12-hour day begins in 15 minutes, so I'd better be off. Payce!
I had my thesis proposal meeting last Friday, and miracle of miracles (or not), they approved it! So now I guess I actually have to do this thing. Actually, I'm really glad they did because it's going to be a heckuva lot of work and I will really need the time to get it done. I'm way ahead of the game, but I want to defend by November so I can head out to internships without this hanging over my head. Another bonus if all works according to plan: if I have completed a thesis and all course requirements, I only have to do one internship, which means my first internship could hire me if they wanted to (fingers crossed!) which means I could actually be employed with money and everything in ONE YEAR! Amazing.
Well, my 12-hour day begins in 15 minutes, so I'd better be off. Payce!
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Post 300!
I should so be asleep. I have a big day tomorrow with a quiz, two assignments, oh, and my thesis proposal defense. Yeah, I didn't really know about it either. Long story short, due to some miscommunication and misinterpretation, I ended up writing a sort-of thesis proposal, when my adviser was intending for this to be much more informal. But we're here now, so might as well get a head start, right? And really, if they want me to rewrite or hate it, I didn't pour my heart and soul into it, since I had no idea what I was doing, so I won't be heartbroken at all. Luckily, my adviser is AMAZING and totally has my back, so regardless, I feel good.
Related: Blogger's speller does not like "advisor," but is fine with "adviser." For some reason, I like the -or version. Maybe it's British For equally unknown reasons, I like to spell a lot of words the British way. Like "judgement." I definitely think that "e" belongs there.
OK, I am going to bed. And then waking up early. This madness has got to stop.
Related: Blogger's speller does not like "advisor," but is fine with "adviser." For some reason, I like the -or version. Maybe it's British For equally unknown reasons, I like to spell a lot of words the British way. Like "judgement." I definitely think that "e" belongs there.
OK, I am going to bed. And then waking up early. This madness has got to stop.
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