How Long?
It's funny. My life isn't really that striking these days. I read Elizabeth's blog and think "Wow, one striking event in a day and she can write something deep and important... I wonder why, but my life isn't like that" At least that's what I tell myself, keeping myself separate from the people around me, not noticing things that mean something.
You would have thought that yesterday I would have posted something on here;
I got accepted as an RA for next year. I didn't get the dorm of my choice (McNary where I live now.) but rather the dorm that is known as 'oh, that's the pothead dorm, so you probably won't be hanging out there'.
I start thinking... maybe I was picked last? Maybe they throw the ones they don't like in the bad dorms...
But then Meg, my RA found me, all excited to know if I had made it.
When I told her I was in Hawley-Buxton, she went "Wow, you must have interviewed REALLY well! That dorm has a lot more 'discipline issues' than we do."
Ok, maybe I didn't get picked last.
And I got a job for spring term. I get to sew costumes, just like I wanted! My professor in costume design came over and was like "Does anyone have work study? Yes? You want a job next term? Ok, just bring in the form!"
This weekend I get to go jump on the bus with the upperclassmen and go fire M-16's... real ones. I love ROTC. I know I need to be here. I have to believe that the Cadet Command Surgeon will not kick me out. I have to.
I got an A on my last german test - to go with all the other A's. Another grade well earned. Now all I have to do is ace my math final, read a book and write a report on it in 1 day, finish a costume that I'm not allowed to sew a stitch in, do a PT test, have class B inspection.....
I suppose there are reasons why I don't let myself get pulled away by every little thing. I just don't have time. That's why my friends are not very many, I just won't try to be someone's friend if I can't afford the time to be a real friend.
Anyhow, that's enough stalling. I've got to get back to my latest addiction - the library. And get something done!
You would have thought that yesterday I would have posted something on here;
I got accepted as an RA for next year. I didn't get the dorm of my choice (McNary where I live now.) but rather the dorm that is known as 'oh, that's the pothead dorm, so you probably won't be hanging out there'.
I start thinking... maybe I was picked last? Maybe they throw the ones they don't like in the bad dorms...
But then Meg, my RA found me, all excited to know if I had made it.
When I told her I was in Hawley-Buxton, she went "Wow, you must have interviewed REALLY well! That dorm has a lot more 'discipline issues' than we do."
Ok, maybe I didn't get picked last.
And I got a job for spring term. I get to sew costumes, just like I wanted! My professor in costume design came over and was like "Does anyone have work study? Yes? You want a job next term? Ok, just bring in the form!"
This weekend I get to go jump on the bus with the upperclassmen and go fire M-16's... real ones. I love ROTC. I know I need to be here. I have to believe that the Cadet Command Surgeon will not kick me out. I have to.
I got an A on my last german test - to go with all the other A's. Another grade well earned. Now all I have to do is ace my math final, read a book and write a report on it in 1 day, finish a costume that I'm not allowed to sew a stitch in, do a PT test, have class B inspection.....
I suppose there are reasons why I don't let myself get pulled away by every little thing. I just don't have time. That's why my friends are not very many, I just won't try to be someone's friend if I can't afford the time to be a real friend.
Anyhow, that's enough stalling. I've got to get back to my latest addiction - the library. And get something done!
posted by Elysia @ 08:23
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