well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems that an era has come to a close. it seems i have finished my academic career. i took my one and only final yesterday, of which i truly don't know how i did. i have an A and a B on papers written in the class. yet, i'm still worried about the final. if what i understood to be the way he'll grade the class, it's 33.3% each, in which case, i can't make anything below a 70% on the final. believe you me, i CAN make below that! in either case, i'll pray until he submits the grades and my fate is sealed.
and speaking of fates being sealed. i have until june to finish my thesis. i have so many overdue books that it's impossible to distinguish which are mine in actuality and which are the library's books. i know, i know, the call numbers are a dead give away. yet, i like being surrounded by so many books that i assume will progress me towards my ultimate end.
ultimate ends. what exactly are they, and why do we worry so much about them? so, what is my ultimate end? i can't see it, and i'm pretty sure that i didn't see it before. it was more like a fog that i wanted to get to so i could try to get through. i've always had a plan, but the plans never worked. several years ago, i had this grandeous plan of joining the army as a "Second Luey", but as we can see, it didn't happen. no excuses, just something that happened. i did my crying and i moved on. take the PhD thing as another example. i wanted a PhD in history so i could teach in a university. now, i really just want to sleep for the rest of my life and not have to worry about the outside world. it's too stressful. even now, i feel like staying in this dark living room and not having to venture outside. there's only two reasons that would make me WANT to leave. other than that, i have to force myself up. one's between 30 inches tall and the other, well, obviously stands a little taller:)
how i wish my headache would go away!
well, adieu adieu. parting is such sweet sorrow.
only difference is, there is no morrow in this story. i'll miss the classrooms and the procrastination stress. i'll miss friends who were family during my years at St, Thomas. i'll miss the early hours and the late nights. i won't miss the lack of sleep and the pain in the ass, brown-nosers we've all come to love in school. they always made life more difficult than we wished it to be.
fare the well, O school of Thomas, St. of...
actually, that's not true until wednesday. then i don't have to go back at all.
and speaking of fates being sealed. i have until june to finish my thesis. i have so many overdue books that it's impossible to distinguish which are mine in actuality and which are the library's books. i know, i know, the call numbers are a dead give away. yet, i like being surrounded by so many books that i assume will progress me towards my ultimate end.
ultimate ends. what exactly are they, and why do we worry so much about them? so, what is my ultimate end? i can't see it, and i'm pretty sure that i didn't see it before. it was more like a fog that i wanted to get to so i could try to get through. i've always had a plan, but the plans never worked. several years ago, i had this grandeous plan of joining the army as a "Second Luey", but as we can see, it didn't happen. no excuses, just something that happened. i did my crying and i moved on. take the PhD thing as another example. i wanted a PhD in history so i could teach in a university. now, i really just want to sleep for the rest of my life and not have to worry about the outside world. it's too stressful. even now, i feel like staying in this dark living room and not having to venture outside. there's only two reasons that would make me WANT to leave. other than that, i have to force myself up. one's between 30 inches tall and the other, well, obviously stands a little taller:)
how i wish my headache would go away!
well, adieu adieu. parting is such sweet sorrow.
only difference is, there is no morrow in this story. i'll miss the classrooms and the procrastination stress. i'll miss friends who were family during my years at St, Thomas. i'll miss the early hours and the late nights. i won't miss the lack of sleep and the pain in the ass, brown-nosers we've all come to love in school. they always made life more difficult than we wished it to be.
fare the well, O school of Thomas, St. of...
actually, that's not true until wednesday. then i don't have to go back at all.
posted by Crescamus in Christos at 5/12/2006 09:44:00 AM
1 Comments:
awesome, will you be walking again? i missed it the first time, and am iffy about going this year, but if you are, i will definitely come.
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