I just got back from my farewell lunch with my coworkers. The end seems closer than ever.
Well, it's not the end. Just a comma. Or maybe an ellipsis...
You know what I love about packing? I love finding all the stuff that's been missing for months. Dad, I found that thinsulate sleeping bag that we assumed has slipped through the cracks. Also, I found 2 TTC tokens, some pens, that sharpie marker that disappeared before Christmas sometime, and my little Garfield knick-knack thingy that I've had for as long as I can remember. They were all missing in plain sight.
In other news, curling season starts in 16 days. WOOHOO
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
I'm Trying to Write the End of This Chapter...
I'll be 22 in October. 22 and on the home stretch of my bachelor's degree.
I have been out of the educational system for 16 months now, working an incredible job, with incredible people. In two days, I will be packing up my desk, loading up a truck, and high-tailing it back to school. I wonder if I'll be able to fit the contents of my cubicle into one of those fun brown cardboard boxes with the lids, you know the ones that people use to pack in the movies?
My problem is that I don't remember what being a student is like. I have some great memories of school, but they're coupled with visions of blood and sweat pouring into assignments, labs, quizzes, midterms, and finals. What's my student number again? Oh yeah.. I remember.. That number will be burned into my brain forever.
People keep asking me "Are you excited to be going back to school?" Personally, I'm getting quite tired of answering that question, because I haven't really been able to put my mental state into words. Until now...
Angst: an acute but unspecific feeling of anxiety. Although this definition sucks (reusing the root of the word in the definition is baaaad.. tsk tsk.), I personally feel that it describes my current mental state. I'm not stressed, or happy, or sad, or excited, or depressed, or pumped.. I'm anxious. I want to get back to school, so that I can stop thinking about the fact that school is coming...
I am typically a big fan of change, so in that respect, yes I am excited... But I'm not excited about school yet. Just about the change part.. ;) That doesn't mean that I wont become excited when I get settled in and start seeing frosh wandering around aimlessly... or when I drive up to the grease pole and (maybe) get all dirty in the pit when the lame frosh can't climb the pole after an hour... or when I sit down in my first class and start learning course material that I actually got to choose (fiiiinally, some electives)... but for now, I'm just anxious :)
So the end is in sight! My room is almost packed up.. All that's left is some work finishing, some kitchen packing, some house cleaning, some truck loading, and some driving. Then flip it around and repeat.
I have been out of the educational system for 16 months now, working an incredible job, with incredible people. In two days, I will be packing up my desk, loading up a truck, and high-tailing it back to school. I wonder if I'll be able to fit the contents of my cubicle into one of those fun brown cardboard boxes with the lids, you know the ones that people use to pack in the movies?
My problem is that I don't remember what being a student is like. I have some great memories of school, but they're coupled with visions of blood and sweat pouring into assignments, labs, quizzes, midterms, and finals. What's my student number again? Oh yeah.. I remember.. That number will be burned into my brain forever.
People keep asking me "Are you excited to be going back to school?" Personally, I'm getting quite tired of answering that question, because I haven't really been able to put my mental state into words. Until now...
Angst: an acute but unspecific feeling of anxiety. Although this definition sucks (reusing the root of the word in the definition is baaaad.. tsk tsk.), I personally feel that it describes my current mental state. I'm not stressed, or happy, or sad, or excited, or depressed, or pumped.. I'm anxious. I want to get back to school, so that I can stop thinking about the fact that school is coming...
I am typically a big fan of change, so in that respect, yes I am excited... But I'm not excited about school yet. Just about the change part.. ;) That doesn't mean that I wont become excited when I get settled in and start seeing frosh wandering around aimlessly... or when I drive up to the grease pole and (maybe) get all dirty in the pit when the lame frosh can't climb the pole after an hour... or when I sit down in my first class and start learning course material that I actually got to choose (fiiiinally, some electives)... but for now, I'm just anxious :)
So the end is in sight! My room is almost packed up.. All that's left is some work finishing, some kitchen packing, some house cleaning, some truck loading, and some driving. Then flip it around and repeat.
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