I finally got all my school stuff sorted out for this semester. (Took me long enough, eh?) I've abandoned my molecular biology degree, which is heartbreaking at best, but the truth of the matter is that completing it with my work schedule as it is will take me another 5 years and I don't have the time or money to do that. Changing jobs is also out of the question, since I won't find a job with similar pay scale, so close to school, that lets me come and go as I please for classes. *sigh* So for now at least, I'll have to be happy with my BS in physical anthro. I have 6 classes left, so it's time to start gearing up for the GRE and applying for my doctorate.
Figuring out where to go from here is difficult, as this isn't how I really envisioned my life playing out. I'm not really sure what I'm going to do with a doctorate in anthropology, but I'm sure I can combine that and my background in art/art history/molecular bio into something interesting.
In addition to that, tuition went up $1300 this semester, and I'm not really sure how I'm going to pay for any of it right now. I know, I know, I could always take out a loan, but I've made it this far without any so it seems foolish to give in now, especially since there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
I wish you were here to go to grad school with me, especially since you had been planning classes this semester, but I'll settle for you attending school there and comparing notes via the telephone.
Also, small dog has settled into her new home. I think she misses all her animal buddies, but her and Teddy seem to be getting along just fine. Thanks for taking such good care of her.I really really appreciate it.
Hope you're enjoying the change in scenery. Miss you tons.
Oh, my poor little bean. School is going to plague you until the second that you hold the burning diploma in your hand at your mother's doorstep...I wish there was an easy way. Like...I don't know...prostitution. DON'T DO THE LOANS! Just don't! Whatever reason you give yourself, whatever excuse you think you can make--"I've worked hard enough, I need a break", or "Everyone else does it, why can't I?", or even, "Fuck yeah, free...ish...money!", fight the urge. Nothing good will come of loans.
ReplyDeleteIn regards to your degree, you've always got a publisher in case you want to make any great discoveries. =) I think it's important that you change your mind a wee bit--if you don't, it means you're a mindless sock puppet on the great hand of Fate, and you are many things Carolyn, but a sock puppet is hardly one of them.
I'm pretty bummed too--I spent all that time applying to take book design courses and getting extensions and shit, and now that's all time wasted. I've been such a hot mess that I haven't even had time to cancel my classes. Sad times--sad times indeed.
The pig...is...well, everything was fine, aside from the fact that (that sounded really similar to 'because of the fact that', which--as you know--is my LEAST favorite expression of ever), until my dad, disapproving of the gruff way that Jay handles the pig, decided to bust out some of his 4H skills and start smacking a stick near the pig to get him to mind. Now, that probably would have worked if the pig realized he was livestock, but he thinks he's a little gentleman pig or something, and so he has now started charging my dad. Like, aggressively charging--like he wants to gore him. I don't know if it's the way dad talks to me or maybe dad's height or gait, but whatever it is, the pig is out for him. And he's figured out how to bust out of the gate, despite some very strategically placed rocks and a reinforced lock. So...we'll see how that goes. Also, I think he may be getting bug bites...perhaps he needs so Bug Off or something. I guess we'll see.
The rabbit ran off the other day, but made her way home like a good bunny should. Quick loves it. Homeless kitty got left behind, but Jay's friend is supposedly going to take care of her until we can see her again, which is a load off. One of my next posts will have to be all about the huge clusterfuck of a day that the actual move was...it's quite the tale, even for me.
I don't know WHEN I can apply to that program in Portland--I need to establish residency there, because tuition is crazy for out of staters. I still have neglected to tell most people that I've moved...oops. [cough*cough*fuckthem*cough*cough.
I really wish I could get Jay to quit hating me...and my dad. Right now my mom's the only person I can really spend any time around, and while she's great company, she doesn't seem to quite grasp--although she says she doesn't care--that I have my own patterns, habits and routines that need not be interrupted. So, overall, I am pretty much completely miserable.
You're being missed regularly and with vigor--don't forget about me when school starts...I'm worried that once I've been gone awhile, you'll get it in your head that I'm not quite as cool as my mind control would have you believe...so...let me know how I can keep you folks hooked.