My once-every-month update. I've got a bit of breathing room between summer sessions...
...looks like a few people on here got tired of my not being online. I feel a little bad, but I've had a lot of stuff going on, and updating a journal (or getting online much at all) has not been top priority.
School's hectic. Two hours every weekday in class, an hour or two every day studying; on top of work and housework, everything else has fallen by the way-side. Just finished Spanish II a couple of days ago, and didn't do too well on the final, but I should eke out another 4.0. Spanish III starts Monday.
Interviewed for the teaching position last week and got the acceptance letter Monday; I'll be teaching the lab portion of Principles of Logic this coming fall, and it looks like it's a continuing position- not a one-semester deal. The pay will just barely cover tuition and books. So, two jobs and school pretty soon...
Meeting with the math department in a couple of weeks; hoping that I can begin arranging for scholarships or something to cut my need to work full-time at the pharmacy. Hoping to play up the teaching position to see if I could get a similar deal with the math department- perhaps work up a little school rivalry, since I'll be a Purdue student (they run the math department) working for IU (which runs the philsophy department).
*sigh* And things with Heather continue, albiet slowly. I'm busy, she's busy... we don't get to see each other often, and we've lately been getting crabby with each other. The newness has ebbed a bit, and we're not getting to be together enough to get used to each other. That said... a good chance I'll be meeting her parents and her best friend in July at some point.
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So I was listening to some song the other day, typical pop-punk stuff, sneering about some person who's aged and changed their ideals, who's "sold-out..."
...and I started to get pretty pissed-off at the band (or the song-writer, who knows if these punk kiddies write their own stuff). Why is growing and changing bad? Why is it a sell-out? Why should I feel at 30 the same way I felt at 16? If I felt now the way I did then, it would mean that I'm incapable of learning, incapable of accepting changes around me, incapable of growing... it'd mean that I've lived life in a shell.
There's something a lot stronger and more meaningful about rising to meet the challenges of life- and growing because of them- instead of curling up in your spiky leather jacket and pointing at everyone else as a moral failure.
...looks like a few people on here got tired of my not being online. I feel a little bad, but I've had a lot of stuff going on, and updating a journal (or getting online much at all) has not been top priority.
School's hectic. Two hours every weekday in class, an hour or two every day studying; on top of work and housework, everything else has fallen by the way-side. Just finished Spanish II a couple of days ago, and didn't do too well on the final, but I should eke out another 4.0. Spanish III starts Monday.
Interviewed for the teaching position last week and got the acceptance letter Monday; I'll be teaching the lab portion of Principles of Logic this coming fall, and it looks like it's a continuing position- not a one-semester deal. The pay will just barely cover tuition and books. So, two jobs and school pretty soon...
Meeting with the math department in a couple of weeks; hoping that I can begin arranging for scholarships or something to cut my need to work full-time at the pharmacy. Hoping to play up the teaching position to see if I could get a similar deal with the math department- perhaps work up a little school rivalry, since I'll be a Purdue student (they run the math department) working for IU (which runs the philsophy department).
*sigh* And things with Heather continue, albiet slowly. I'm busy, she's busy... we don't get to see each other often, and we've lately been getting crabby with each other. The newness has ebbed a bit, and we're not getting to be together enough to get used to each other. That said... a good chance I'll be meeting her parents and her best friend in July at some point.
...
So I was listening to some song the other day, typical pop-punk stuff, sneering about some person who's aged and changed their ideals, who's "sold-out..."
...and I started to get pretty pissed-off at the band (or the song-writer, who knows if these punk kiddies write their own stuff). Why is growing and changing bad? Why is it a sell-out? Why should I feel at 30 the same way I felt at 16? If I felt now the way I did then, it would mean that I'm incapable of learning, incapable of accepting changes around me, incapable of growing... it'd mean that I've lived life in a shell.
There's something a lot stronger and more meaningful about rising to meet the challenges of life- and growing because of them- instead of curling up in your spiky leather jacket and pointing at everyone else as a moral failure.