Saturday, December 18, 2004
A week ago was my brother Kevin's birthday. Yesterday was Beethoven's birthday. Tomorrow is Aaron's birthday. The day after is Megan's birthday. Too many damn Sagittarians! Too bad the sun is actually in Ophiuchus right now, which isn't even a fucking zodiacal sign.
Well, finals week is over. I'm pretty exhausted.
But all around I feel good. For the first time ever, I seem to have managed to take school seriously for an entire semester. I did well on all three of my exams and actually turned in all assignments. Not just that but this: I finally have a plan. I'm going to go to Kirkwood for one more semester, and then I'm going to enroll at the U of I and actually finish a degree in Music (Education, most likely; but I'm still really considering Composition). This plan is consistent with my pattern of "two semesters, then transfer to a different college and repeat." Pathetically, I'm on my third college right now, and am something like 1/3 to 1/2 of my way to a degree. Meanwhile, I have a lot of friends who are graduating in the spring. Obviously, some serious focus is in order.
Right now I'm floating in one of those rare bubbles where your semi-long term prospects look pretty good, and so do your short-term prospects. In a week it's going to be Christmas, which is good. Then a few days later I'm flying to New York to have fun, fun, fun. However, my very short-term prospects are somewhat unsavory. Tomorrow I'm planning on cleaning the hell out of my apartment, and it's going to be tedious. Also, I'm a little bit worried about my semi-short term prospects, i.e., what I'm going to do from the beginning of next semester to summer. Where am I going to work? I don't think I'm going to be able to keep my job when the semester starts. Will my newfound academic zest wane with the usual February ennui to which I am prone? Of course, in the back of my mind I'm usually somewhat worried about my very-very-long-term prospects: politics is always so full of horrifying possibilities, especially in this country at (ugh) this particular juncture in history.
But no matter, my very-very-short-term prospects are very good indeed: to go to bed and sleep off a hellish week and to forget all of that stuff they made me learn this semester. Kidding! I value my education a great deal. Yes. Yes.
Well, finals week is over. I'm pretty exhausted.
But all around I feel good. For the first time ever, I seem to have managed to take school seriously for an entire semester. I did well on all three of my exams and actually turned in all assignments. Not just that but this: I finally have a plan. I'm going to go to Kirkwood for one more semester, and then I'm going to enroll at the U of I and actually finish a degree in Music (Education, most likely; but I'm still really considering Composition). This plan is consistent with my pattern of "two semesters, then transfer to a different college and repeat." Pathetically, I'm on my third college right now, and am something like 1/3 to 1/2 of my way to a degree. Meanwhile, I have a lot of friends who are graduating in the spring. Obviously, some serious focus is in order.
Right now I'm floating in one of those rare bubbles where your semi-long term prospects look pretty good, and so do your short-term prospects. In a week it's going to be Christmas, which is good. Then a few days later I'm flying to New York to have fun, fun, fun. However, my very short-term prospects are somewhat unsavory. Tomorrow I'm planning on cleaning the hell out of my apartment, and it's going to be tedious. Also, I'm a little bit worried about my semi-short term prospects, i.e., what I'm going to do from the beginning of next semester to summer. Where am I going to work? I don't think I'm going to be able to keep my job when the semester starts. Will my newfound academic zest wane with the usual February ennui to which I am prone? Of course, in the back of my mind I'm usually somewhat worried about my very-very-long-term prospects: politics is always so full of horrifying possibilities, especially in this country at (ugh) this particular juncture in history.
But no matter, my very-very-short-term prospects are very good indeed: to go to bed and sleep off a hellish week and to forget all of that stuff they made me learn this semester. Kidding! I value my education a great deal. Yes. Yes.
