The Daily Grind
Aug. 22nd, 2003 08:53 amI had something to say...
Gene leaves for College this afternoon. I won't see him before he's gone. This just occurred to me.
I start getting all my stuff 'gathered' tonight. The term 'packed' is inappropriate. I hope to be up at CUA tomorrow by 10:00, so I can move in and get my stuff organized.
Classes start on Monday. Work continues on Monday. I've told them every possible moment that I could work for them, and now I feel vulnerable. There's no wiggle-room. There's no ace up the sleeve. They know when I have classes and when I don't, and necessary as that may be, I feel like it leaves me much more open than I'd like. I'm afraid that if my free time is known, it will be impossible to keep it for myself. Ah well, we'll see how things go.
Checked out some other schools, though I'm afraid that a number of my credits, even if transferred, wouldn't matter. These other schools seem to want more Histories and Social Sciences than I've taken, and less of the Math and Engineering which I have. I was prepared for this, though; if I can't find a more -suitable college, I'll just have to buckle down and stay the course.
Regardless, I'm going to try and be quite a bit more social this semester. Before I decide there's no one here I relate to, I might as well try meeting them all.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for an excuse to talk to you -- would you know of one?"
Yeah, Andrew wishes it were so simple.
I'm thinking I may sit down and write up some letters tonight, electronic and otherwise. It's discouraging, though, in that, with letters, you can keep sending them out, but that doesn't mean you'll ever get anything back. And the greatest trouble is if you don't have anything specific to say, it's hard to write a letter, and the longer you go without writing, the less you have to say.
Whatever I do next semester, I'm taking a creative writing course, I think.
Gene leaves for College this afternoon. I won't see him before he's gone. This just occurred to me.
I start getting all my stuff 'gathered' tonight. The term 'packed' is inappropriate. I hope to be up at CUA tomorrow by 10:00, so I can move in and get my stuff organized.
Classes start on Monday. Work continues on Monday. I've told them every possible moment that I could work for them, and now I feel vulnerable. There's no wiggle-room. There's no ace up the sleeve. They know when I have classes and when I don't, and necessary as that may be, I feel like it leaves me much more open than I'd like. I'm afraid that if my free time is known, it will be impossible to keep it for myself. Ah well, we'll see how things go.
Checked out some other schools, though I'm afraid that a number of my credits, even if transferred, wouldn't matter. These other schools seem to want more Histories and Social Sciences than I've taken, and less of the Math and Engineering which I have. I was prepared for this, though; if I can't find a more -suitable college, I'll just have to buckle down and stay the course.
Regardless, I'm going to try and be quite a bit more social this semester. Before I decide there's no one here I relate to, I might as well try meeting them all.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for an excuse to talk to you -- would you know of one?"
Yeah, Andrew wishes it were so simple.
I'm thinking I may sit down and write up some letters tonight, electronic and otherwise. It's discouraging, though, in that, with letters, you can keep sending them out, but that doesn't mean you'll ever get anything back. And the greatest trouble is if you don't have anything specific to say, it's hard to write a letter, and the longer you go without writing, the less you have to say.
Whatever I do next semester, I'm taking a creative writing course, I think.