A new "normal"
First of all, comments and snide remarks regarding the shafting of my blog-life may proceed to the nearest southside of a northbound mule and pucker up. The counter to the right says 18 days til graduation, so I'm knee deep in trying to decide what major to change to now...
Just kidding. Anyway...
G-day impending and all, I've grown quite contemplative as of late. No more sitting in class learning cool new stuff; instead, I'll be sitting at a desk/workbench working on the cool new stuff. While this is a welcome (and long anticipated) change, it is, nonetheless just that. Change.
Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to it. It's just that once you've been institutionalized for the better part of your 20s, you almost take a bit of comfort in being in a school setting, just because it's normal. To looks of disbelief I've been uttering the words "graduate school" and "masters" when people ask about me finally finishing. I honestly find myself not in such a hurry to get home when finishing up the school day, lingering back to chat up a professor, talk to fellow seniors, maybe even offer a tidbit of advice or two to some lower classmen...
Oh, who am I kidding? My last day of class is next Thursday, with one or two finals the week after that. "Move it!" is about the only salutation a chatty prof will get outta me as I burn shoe-rubber to my truck. If another senior even so much as asks how my digital III project is going, then proceeds to tell me that they had their's done the week before classes even started, I will personally make them the first living souls to receive an electronic enema.
And here's a tidbit for the lower classmen - if you see smoke, turn the power off, and for all our sake, replace the component that burned up. They tend not to work well once you've let the magic smoke escape.
There, back to "normal."
Just kidding. Anyway...
G-day impending and all, I've grown quite contemplative as of late. No more sitting in class learning cool new stuff; instead, I'll be sitting at a desk/workbench working on the cool new stuff. While this is a welcome (and long anticipated) change, it is, nonetheless just that. Change.
Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to it. It's just that once you've been institutionalized for the better part of your 20s, you almost take a bit of comfort in being in a school setting, just because it's normal. To looks of disbelief I've been uttering the words "graduate school" and "masters" when people ask about me finally finishing. I honestly find myself not in such a hurry to get home when finishing up the school day, lingering back to chat up a professor, talk to fellow seniors, maybe even offer a tidbit of advice or two to some lower classmen...
Oh, who am I kidding? My last day of class is next Thursday, with one or two finals the week after that. "Move it!" is about the only salutation a chatty prof will get outta me as I burn shoe-rubber to my truck. If another senior even so much as asks how my digital III project is going, then proceeds to tell me that they had their's done the week before classes even started, I will personally make them the first living souls to receive an electronic enema.
And here's a tidbit for the lower classmen - if you see smoke, turn the power off, and for all our sake, replace the component that burned up. They tend not to work well once you've let the magic smoke escape.
There, back to "normal."
posted by misawa at 2:26 PM
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