so, when are we all back on campus? and who's ready for the shitshow of a lifetime???
For me, it all starts on September 5th.
and you?
Friday, August 24, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
I should be working
But posting here will be item #27 on the list of things I've done today other than work. I really don't know if it's that long, but I'm constantly amazed by what I come up with to avoid doing more work than what's minimally expected of me in this place. To be fair, many of my diversions are important. There is a spankin new bulletin to peruse and a time schedule to check, and those Facebook messages won't reply to themselves. Occasionally I'll even do a bit of work for my thesis, and I take up way too much of AJC's bandwidth doing various tasks for DM.
I only have six more work days, and clearly I'm counting. The monotony of my job is really starting to get to me, and I'm anxious to move on to honors college and especially to get back to Stanford. It's been a little weird not to be there after spending most of my first two summers on campus. On the other hand, I'm really glad that I'll arrive having missed the place a great deal.
I've been wondering how other people are feeling about the upcoming year. I suppose it's kind of the obvious question: how do you feel heading into senior year? I don't expect anything other than the same mix of anxiety and excitement that I feel, though I'm sure the proportions vary from person to person. This summer has proven useful in that I'm no longer thinking about going to grad school right after college, but that unfortunately generates at least as many questions as it answers. And it still doesn't allow me to completely devote myself to things at school this year...god knows finding a job will be as stressful and time-consuming as applying to masters programs would.
On a completely different note, I've been regretting not having been in better contact with many of you this summer. Not that an occasional phone call or e-mail would substitute for what I really miss...those absurdly late conversations about free will or good wine; our epic, semi-lit wiffle ball games on the lawn; reliving random moments of "Manstud" production...but it might lend a bit of comfort. Suffice it to say, I can't wait to see you all next month.
I only have six more work days, and clearly I'm counting. The monotony of my job is really starting to get to me, and I'm anxious to move on to honors college and especially to get back to Stanford. It's been a little weird not to be there after spending most of my first two summers on campus. On the other hand, I'm really glad that I'll arrive having missed the place a great deal.
I've been wondering how other people are feeling about the upcoming year. I suppose it's kind of the obvious question: how do you feel heading into senior year? I don't expect anything other than the same mix of anxiety and excitement that I feel, though I'm sure the proportions vary from person to person. This summer has proven useful in that I'm no longer thinking about going to grad school right after college, but that unfortunately generates at least as many questions as it answers. And it still doesn't allow me to completely devote myself to things at school this year...god knows finding a job will be as stressful and time-consuming as applying to masters programs would.
On a completely different note, I've been regretting not having been in better contact with many of you this summer. Not that an occasional phone call or e-mail would substitute for what I really miss...those absurdly late conversations about free will or good wine; our epic, semi-lit wiffle ball games on the lawn; reliving random moments of "Manstud" production...but it might lend a bit of comfort. Suffice it to say, I can't wait to see you all next month.
"I Should Be Sleeping"
I'm back home in St. Louis as of Monday night. Fortunately it's cooled off to a mere 90 degrees, with humidity so high that the air feels thick...heavy, even. Your clothes cling to you and you can walk around all day without getting thirsty because you're drinking in so much moisture with every breath. It actually seems pleasant this time around.
when I got back Sunday I slept 15 hours straight, so tonight I woke up at 3 am and thought I'd check in.
I'm so glad to be out of California. Don't get me wrong, as states go it's nice enough, but I'm sick of it. Everything is dead and brown. There's no weather. I can count the number of times I've seen lightning from campus on one hand. The dorms remind me of cell blocks or egg cartons. Pretension, ego, and determination to succeed permeate the walls. The place seems to have no soul of its own. Maybe that's why it seems like it's trying to steal mine. There are so many street light that everything is well-lit, even at night. You can barely see the stars.
I think my recent rejection of Californian culture and my complete disappointment with today's popular music scene (coupled with the sad truth that "classic rock" is not a growing body of music) are responsible for my new-found love of country music. It's reminded my of home during this last rather trying month in CA--despite the fact that I never listened to it in the STL. Unlike my other options on CA radio, the lyrics actually seem relevant to my life experiences, although we all know how much I like pimpin' bitches, rollin in ma benz, flashin ma bling wid ma chains a-sturr, jus crankin' tha shit cuz gettin ma party on all up in hurr.........right.
Joel, you're probably lucky that this happened after we quit being roomates.
Oh, and Pandora.com is the best thing to happen to music since the mp3 player. It allows you to create personalized, fully customizable, commecial free radio stations. It's a great way to discover new songs and artists. Check it out if your haven't already.
when I got back Sunday I slept 15 hours straight, so tonight I woke up at 3 am and thought I'd check in.
I'm so glad to be out of California. Don't get me wrong, as states go it's nice enough, but I'm sick of it. Everything is dead and brown. There's no weather. I can count the number of times I've seen lightning from campus on one hand. The dorms remind me of cell blocks or egg cartons. Pretension, ego, and determination to succeed permeate the walls. The place seems to have no soul of its own. Maybe that's why it seems like it's trying to steal mine. There are so many street light that everything is well-lit, even at night. You can barely see the stars.
I think my recent rejection of Californian culture and my complete disappointment with today's popular music scene (coupled with the sad truth that "classic rock" is not a growing body of music) are responsible for my new-found love of country music. It's reminded my of home during this last rather trying month in CA--despite the fact that I never listened to it in the STL. Unlike my other options on CA radio, the lyrics actually seem relevant to my life experiences, although we all know how much I like pimpin' bitches, rollin in ma benz, flashin ma bling wid ma chains a-sturr, jus crankin' tha shit cuz gettin ma party on all up in hurr.........right.
Joel, you're probably lucky that this happened after we quit being roomates.
Oh, and Pandora.com is the best thing to happen to music since the mp3 player. It allows you to create personalized, fully customizable, commecial free radio stations. It's a great way to discover new songs and artists. Check it out if your haven't already.
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