I’ve been sick. I had some sort of nasty strep throat/sinus infection thing at the beginning of this previous week. The nurse practitioner gave me amoxicillin, so that quickly broke my fever. I still have some lingering congestion, but am feeling much better on the whole.
I have approximately four days (two days of class) until spring break. I need this break. I need to relax on the beach and not think about what defines Faulkner’s style, or trace the way causal reasoning develops in infants, or worry about whether the action in my story is blatant, or try and read more than my brain can hold, or whether everyone has emailed me submissions for the undergrad journal, or reading through proofs and looking for typos and spacing errors. I can read novels that I get to choose. I can eat without thinking about calories. I can be on vacation!
Next Saturday through Thursday, I will be journeying with my best friend and her family to Vero Beach, Florida. I’m excited about everything, even the twelve hour car ride. Then I come home to relax for a bit, spend some time with the Boy, help a little with drum corps camp, and enjoy life. Then it’s back to the daily grind of my last semester, but I’m not thinking about that
And jumping a head a bit, I have purchased my cap and gown for graduation. I went through "graduation central" to purchase it, talk with career services, pay to extend my university email, and fill out info for a door prize. So barring any unforeseen failures of classes, I'll be receiving my degree on May 8th. In a way, it feels so surreal - that graduation is actually here; these past four years have flown by. At the same time, I have put so much effort into these four years that I feel ready to move on to the next stage of my life. Grad school is not happening anytime soon, and I am perfectly okay with the thought of no more school for awhile.
One of my friends asked me a while back if I planned on living my whole life in Nashville. I answered that I didn't know, but the question made me think. What if I do spend my whole life in Nashville? It's always been home. Don't get me wrong - I love traveling and experiencing new places and events. However, there's such a feeling of homecoming whenever I make it back to the gentle, rolling hills of middle Tennessee. So is it bad if I end up calling Nashville and its surroundings "home" for my life?
As usual, those are the thoughts that have been clouding my mind recently. Now my brain is ready to receive some more thoughts. So until next time.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
It has been brought to my attention that I have not updated this in quite some time. So here it goes.
I am in my last semester of college. With graduation in 3 months and 5 days, I feel the pressure to become an adult. Become an adult and make gigantic decisions about my future. I refuse. I do not refuse to grow up. Instead, I refuse to think that the decisions I make in the next coming months are worth more weight than the decisions I have made in the past four, past eight years.I remember how terrified I was when I was trying to pick a college. I was overwhelmed by the weight of the decision. But I received some very good advice then that went something like this: "This decision is no more important than what you will wear tomorrow or who you will sit next to at lunch. Just remember, whatever decision you make will be right. It will all turn out okay."
That's the approach I'm taking towards what I'm doing after graduation. I do know I am moving home so that I can march my very last summer of drum corps with Music City. I do know I am in charge of Franklin's guard program. I do know that I want to find something fulfilling and enjoyable with my next few months after drum corps. I need a job to pay my student loans. But it's hard to tell people my post-graduation plans when they ask. So I just give them the basic "find a job" answer. Or try to find a job.
I am not marching winter guard this year. It was the best choice for my health (saving my knees for the summer). I miss performing and bonding with people in the group, but I do not miss the stresses that came with marching, having only Sunday nights to do a weekend's worth of homework. I enjoyed sitting in the audience in the first show I attended. I was able to relax and soak up the performers' energy.
My senior seminar class is perhaps the most interesting class I have taken in my college career. We are discussing what is literature. We are reading all sorts of genre fiction. Genre fiction is the all the that are sold in Borders or Barnes & Noble but are not included in the "Literature" section (sci-fi, romance, mystery, action/adventure). It is really refreshing to be reading books that are not considered "literature" by those in the book world. The first book we are reading is Ilium, a sci-fi book based around the Trojan War that may or may not be taking place on Mars. It is a very intriguing read, and we're speaking about the qualities that do or do not make the work literature. I am excited for the rest of this class.
I am now at my friends' house, waiting for Pizza Hut to come. Don't usually eat pizza, but it's $10 for any pizza, any size. We're too cheap to pass up that.
(Hopefully I will be writing in this blog more often)
I am in my last semester of college. With graduation in 3 months and 5 days, I feel the pressure to become an adult. Become an adult and make gigantic decisions about my future. I refuse. I do not refuse to grow up. Instead, I refuse to think that the decisions I make in the next coming months are worth more weight than the decisions I have made in the past four, past eight years.I remember how terrified I was when I was trying to pick a college. I was overwhelmed by the weight of the decision. But I received some very good advice then that went something like this: "This decision is no more important than what you will wear tomorrow or who you will sit next to at lunch. Just remember, whatever decision you make will be right. It will all turn out okay."
That's the approach I'm taking towards what I'm doing after graduation. I do know I am moving home so that I can march my very last summer of drum corps with Music City. I do know I am in charge of Franklin's guard program. I do know that I want to find something fulfilling and enjoyable with my next few months after drum corps. I need a job to pay my student loans. But it's hard to tell people my post-graduation plans when they ask. So I just give them the basic "find a job" answer. Or try to find a job.
I am not marching winter guard this year. It was the best choice for my health (saving my knees for the summer). I miss performing and bonding with people in the group, but I do not miss the stresses that came with marching, having only Sunday nights to do a weekend's worth of homework. I enjoyed sitting in the audience in the first show I attended. I was able to relax and soak up the performers' energy.
My senior seminar class is perhaps the most interesting class I have taken in my college career. We are discussing what is literature. We are reading all sorts of genre fiction. Genre fiction is the all the that are sold in Borders or Barnes & Noble but are not included in the "Literature" section (sci-fi, romance, mystery, action/adventure). It is really refreshing to be reading books that are not considered "literature" by those in the book world. The first book we are reading is Ilium, a sci-fi book based around the Trojan War that may or may not be taking place on Mars. It is a very intriguing read, and we're speaking about the qualities that do or do not make the work literature. I am excited for the rest of this class.
I am now at my friends' house, waiting for Pizza Hut to come. Don't usually eat pizza, but it's $10 for any pizza, any size. We're too cheap to pass up that.
(Hopefully I will be writing in this blog more often)
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