Perpetually Unfinished
Sunday, June 13, 2004
So now it's "Senior Week," I suppose. Kind of odd since everyone's all "We're finally done with classes!" and I've been working for two months.
Alex and I went up to the beach party for a little bit, but it wasn't very exciting, although it was nice to wade in the lake for awhile and it whetted my appetite for swimming later this summer. Then there was a barbecue at the Alumni House, which had a pretty big turnout. Besides the free food and the "senior gift" padfolios, the main focus of the event seemed to be on wandering around and talking to folks you hadn't talked to since freshman year. Or something like that.
So, I did. I talked to Lindsay, who lived across the hall from me freshman year. I talked to Jenny, who I did FUP and an ASB trip with my freshman year, and then was at the Century Institute with this past summer. I talked to Naureen. I talked to Brian Crotty, for quite a while actually. He and I met back in the spring of our sophomore year when we went on the LAB retreat weekend (SAF money sending student group leaders to another college campus for an overnight-- yay!), and our paths have crossed suprisingly rarely since, despite our involvement in Peace Project, so it was interesting to catch up and chat.
I got to tell a lot of people about my job, and they thought it was cool and that I'm lucky. (Which I am.) And I heard that a lot of people are kind of hanging out this summer and taking it easy. And though I love my job, and I wouldn't trade it for anything else, and I'd probably be stressed and panicked instead of relaxed if I took my time all summer to find a job, I'm still a little jealous. I think it's just now starting to sink in that this is not a temporary state of affairs, this is not an internship, this is my permanent job which continues on day after day, month after month, year after year. I shouldn't whine, though. There are so many amazing things about what I do that it's silly to complain that, boo-hoo, I have a real grown-up job, isn't it terrible?
Yeah. I suppose there'll probably be more cause to muse about graduation and the passage of time and all that fun stuff as the week goes on. Perhaps it'll be slightly more articulate and coherent. For now, I should shower and get to bed.
Alex and I went up to the beach party for a little bit, but it wasn't very exciting, although it was nice to wade in the lake for awhile and it whetted my appetite for swimming later this summer. Then there was a barbecue at the Alumni House, which had a pretty big turnout. Besides the free food and the "senior gift" padfolios, the main focus of the event seemed to be on wandering around and talking to folks you hadn't talked to since freshman year. Or something like that.
So, I did. I talked to Lindsay, who lived across the hall from me freshman year. I talked to Jenny, who I did FUP and an ASB trip with my freshman year, and then was at the Century Institute with this past summer. I talked to Naureen. I talked to Brian Crotty, for quite a while actually. He and I met back in the spring of our sophomore year when we went on the LAB retreat weekend (SAF money sending student group leaders to another college campus for an overnight-- yay!), and our paths have crossed suprisingly rarely since, despite our involvement in Peace Project, so it was interesting to catch up and chat.
I got to tell a lot of people about my job, and they thought it was cool and that I'm lucky. (Which I am.) And I heard that a lot of people are kind of hanging out this summer and taking it easy. And though I love my job, and I wouldn't trade it for anything else, and I'd probably be stressed and panicked instead of relaxed if I took my time all summer to find a job, I'm still a little jealous. I think it's just now starting to sink in that this is not a temporary state of affairs, this is not an internship, this is my permanent job which continues on day after day, month after month, year after year. I shouldn't whine, though. There are so many amazing things about what I do that it's silly to complain that, boo-hoo, I have a real grown-up job, isn't it terrible?
Yeah. I suppose there'll probably be more cause to muse about graduation and the passage of time and all that fun stuff as the week goes on. Perhaps it'll be slightly more articulate and coherent. For now, I should shower and get to bed.
Comments:
Whats up with the weird underlined job and gift? And why is the html tag on your tracker box not closed? It keeps loading the whole page for me, and then cutting off at the bottom of one screen, where the "< /htm" appears under the blogger button.
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