It's that time of year again. What time, you ask? The crazy time. You know ... when the days don't seem quite long enough, your agenda is full of lists of things to do and people to meet, you have a vague air of panic about you, and it takes you hours to fall asleep at night because your head is full of plans and worries. And don't you hate it when a week looks a lot longer on a calendar than it actually proves to be in real time? That seems to be happening a lot, too. It's not a particularly fun time, really. And the logical solution to all this chaos? Well, to blog of course.
I feel like I can justify wasting a little time. Firstly, it's a gorgeous day. My window is wide open, I'm wearing short sleeves, and it legitimately feels like spring outside. Secondly, I just came from a meeting with my program advisor and it seems like I'll be able to graduate next year without any problems! I was a bit worried and this stupid school has a bunch of secret degree requirements that they make it really difficult to keep track of and I was worried I was going to have a hard time getting all my credits. The thing about lots of transfer credits is that you don't really get time to goof off and take silly classes. I was forced to do that last term because (yet another annoying thing about this school) scheduling is a nightmare here and I could only take three classes (out of five) that were actually relevant to my degree. But it looks like all will be well. I have to over-load (i.e. take six courses instead of five) in my last term, but that'll be ok. I'm sure it won't kill me. It's quite a relief to have this all sorted out, though.
The SAN banquet is on Saturday. I'm getting a bit stressed out about it. I guess I have to spend all of Saturday running around and tying up loose ends. Hopefully it'll go well. I have to spend the next little while cutting out flags that we printed so that we can make little decorations for the tables. I hope everything falls into place. It'll be nice to see this go off without a hitch.
I also have two papers due next week. I'm starting to get a bit anxious about them. I haven't really made any serious progress on either and time is dribbling away at an uncomfortably rapid pace. I guess I'll just have to get my butt in gear and pull a few all-nighters or something.
And there are only 20 days before I go home! I'm starting to get excited.
The concert last weekend went alright. It turned out to be a bit of a let-down because it started late and I had class the next day, and I ended up leaving before the end of the show. I really wanted to stay but it seemed unreasonable to be up till 2:30 on a Sunday night. Starting the week on a sleep deficit is a terrible idea. And, despite leaving early, I still skipped my first class the next morning at slept till 10:00. I think that's only the 4th class I've skipped all term. I skipped two earlier in the term to study for a midterm, and then two others. No harm done.
I guess that's it for now. I have flags to cut out.
Till later. And here's a song for the road: The Weakerthans (live) - Left and Leaving
The video is pretty bad, the sound isn't fantastic, but that's ok.
And here are the lyrics, in case you can't hear them.
My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)
Through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
Sparkled with broken glass.
I'm back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know.
Will never take me anywhere but here.
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
The strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say "I wanted it this way"
Wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I'm trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
The best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
New words for old desires,
And every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.
I feel like I can justify wasting a little time. Firstly, it's a gorgeous day. My window is wide open, I'm wearing short sleeves, and it legitimately feels like spring outside. Secondly, I just came from a meeting with my program advisor and it seems like I'll be able to graduate next year without any problems! I was a bit worried and this stupid school has a bunch of secret degree requirements that they make it really difficult to keep track of and I was worried I was going to have a hard time getting all my credits. The thing about lots of transfer credits is that you don't really get time to goof off and take silly classes. I was forced to do that last term because (yet another annoying thing about this school) scheduling is a nightmare here and I could only take three classes (out of five) that were actually relevant to my degree. But it looks like all will be well. I have to over-load (i.e. take six courses instead of five) in my last term, but that'll be ok. I'm sure it won't kill me. It's quite a relief to have this all sorted out, though.
The SAN banquet is on Saturday. I'm getting a bit stressed out about it. I guess I have to spend all of Saturday running around and tying up loose ends. Hopefully it'll go well. I have to spend the next little while cutting out flags that we printed so that we can make little decorations for the tables. I hope everything falls into place. It'll be nice to see this go off without a hitch.
I also have two papers due next week. I'm starting to get a bit anxious about them. I haven't really made any serious progress on either and time is dribbling away at an uncomfortably rapid pace. I guess I'll just have to get my butt in gear and pull a few all-nighters or something.
And there are only 20 days before I go home! I'm starting to get excited.
The concert last weekend went alright. It turned out to be a bit of a let-down because it started late and I had class the next day, and I ended up leaving before the end of the show. I really wanted to stay but it seemed unreasonable to be up till 2:30 on a Sunday night. Starting the week on a sleep deficit is a terrible idea. And, despite leaving early, I still skipped my first class the next morning at slept till 10:00. I think that's only the 4th class I've skipped all term. I skipped two earlier in the term to study for a midterm, and then two others. No harm done.
I guess that's it for now. I have flags to cut out.
Till later. And here's a song for the road: The Weakerthans (live) - Left and Leaving
The video is pretty bad, the sound isn't fantastic, but that's ok.
And here are the lyrics, in case you can't hear them.
My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)
Through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
Sparkled with broken glass.
I'm back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know.
Will never take me anywhere but here.
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
The strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say "I wanted it this way"
Wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I'm trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
The best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
New words for old desires,
And every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.
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