Well. I finally heard back about the receptionist job. They already filled it. This is a nightmare. And I haven't heard anything about the job that I already have, so I don't even really know if I should be looking for another job! Ugh, I certainly hope this isn't an omen for what is to come in my future... sheesh.
More later.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
my melancholy spirit
Waiting has done funny things to my demeanor. I'm frustrated, yes, but that's not even what's making me this way. I am past being sad or mad about waiting to hear about things. I'm just... melancholy. That's the only way to describe it. For the longest time, when all of this summer job stuff was falling into place, and I wasn't getting anything, I was sad. I know this is wrong, but I couldn't help thinking that there was something wrong with me, and that was why I didn't get a research spot right away, and that's why I didn't get an RA job in an apartment. I know it's not right of me to think this way, but I kept comparing myself to Justin... who did get an RA spot, and who got research last summer, even though he didn't really want to go into the field anymore. It's wrong, and Justin, if you read this, I'm sorry for thinking it, even for a second. I was jealous, and it made me sad and grumpy. But I like to think that that's not what it is anymore... it's just the waiting. Constantly unsure of what I'm going to do with the entire summer. It's making me funny.
This is the only way that I can think to describe it: Consider what it would be like to constantly be in an airport. You arrive early, you do everything right, you get through security, and you think you're set to go. But then the plane is delayed. And again, and again, and again. It's out of your control, even though you didn't do a thing wrong to deserve it. That's been me for the last month and a half. Sitting if the god-forsaken airport, waiting for the plane that will possibly never leave.
This is the only way that I can think to describe it: Consider what it would be like to constantly be in an airport. You arrive early, you do everything right, you get through security, and you think you're set to go. But then the plane is delayed. And again, and again, and again. It's out of your control, even though you didn't do a thing wrong to deserve it. That's been me for the last month and a half. Sitting if the god-forsaken airport, waiting for the plane that will possibly never leave.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
the beginning
Well, here I am, in my last week of classes in the sophomore year of college. I never thought that this would be a necessity, but then I realized that I am not coming home this summer. So I thought that people might want to know what I'm going to be doing. Here's the plan so far... I have been on the waiting list for summer research since the middle of March, so I am no longer really considering that as an option. I have a job as a summer conference assistant in Lichty Hall... where I've lived for the past two years. I don't know any details yet, but it sounds very similar to the RA job that I have now. I have applied and interviewed for a job as a receptionist for the summer, so I'm waiting to hear about that. And I'm just waiting for something to happen now. Finals are next week, and then I don't really know what I'm doing. At all. It's a little frustrating, but I've gotten used to it in the past month and a half of waiting to hear about research. Oy.
Other than that, I'm just finishing up my last bits of homework for the year and preparing myself for studying this weekend and next week. Physics final on Monday, World Music on Tuesday, and Organic Chem on Thursday. And then I'm a free bird... literally, because I have no details about anything yet. Oy.
I am also waiting to hear if my study abroad application has been accepted, so I can go to Scotland in the spring next year. And I applied for a job as a campus tour guide for next fall, and interviewed for that yesterday, so I'm waiting to hear about that too. It seems that all I know how to do is wait. Oy!
Well, because this is me, and this is what I do, I am going to close with a relevant song quote, and leave it at that. I'll try to write more over the summer, to keep everyone posted on what I'm up to. Until then,
"Hurry up and wait. So close, but so far away. Everything that you've always dreamed of, close enough for you to taste, but you just can't touch. You want to show the world why no one knows your name yet. You wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it. You know you can if you get the chance. In your face, yeah, the door keeps slamming. Now you're feeling more and more frustrated, and you're getting all kinds of impatient. Waiting. You live and you learn to take one step and a time. There's no need to rush. It's like learning to fly, or falling in love. It's going to happen if it's supposed to happen. We find the reasons why, one step at a time."
-->Jordin Sparks, "One Step at a Time"
UPDATE: I found out where I am living for the summer! Well, I knew that I was in Lichty, but I found out my room number: 106. So that's me for the summer, Lichty Hall 106. That will be my home.
Other than that, I'm just finishing up my last bits of homework for the year and preparing myself for studying this weekend and next week. Physics final on Monday, World Music on Tuesday, and Organic Chem on Thursday. And then I'm a free bird... literally, because I have no details about anything yet. Oy.
I am also waiting to hear if my study abroad application has been accepted, so I can go to Scotland in the spring next year. And I applied for a job as a campus tour guide for next fall, and interviewed for that yesterday, so I'm waiting to hear about that too. It seems that all I know how to do is wait. Oy!
Well, because this is me, and this is what I do, I am going to close with a relevant song quote, and leave it at that. I'll try to write more over the summer, to keep everyone posted on what I'm up to. Until then,
"Hurry up and wait. So close, but so far away. Everything that you've always dreamed of, close enough for you to taste, but you just can't touch. You want to show the world why no one knows your name yet. You wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it. You know you can if you get the chance. In your face, yeah, the door keeps slamming. Now you're feeling more and more frustrated, and you're getting all kinds of impatient. Waiting. You live and you learn to take one step and a time. There's no need to rush. It's like learning to fly, or falling in love. It's going to happen if it's supposed to happen. We find the reasons why, one step at a time."
-->Jordin Sparks, "One Step at a Time"
UPDATE: I found out where I am living for the summer! Well, I knew that I was in Lichty, but I found out my room number: 106. So that's me for the summer, Lichty Hall 106. That will be my home.