Symposing
I'm presenting at the Undergraduate Research Symposium here today for the third and final time. Oh, the memories.
It's too nice outside for school.
My sister is coming to stay with me for a few weeks soon. I'm excited. I probably won't be very much fun with all of the lab writing/studying I need to do to graduate, but it'll be nice having her around. She gets me. I could also really use the help packing -- the boxes I ordered have arrived and I am again realizing that I have too much stuff, even after having dramatically thinned the herd since Christmas. Why is it so easy to accumulate things I don't need?
I had a TB test placed last week that came back inconclusive and was seriously scaring me. I had another one placed on Tuesday, and I just had it read -- negative. So, good. I am not in imminent danger of being carried off by the galloping consumption and can still do my student teaching in Philly this summer.
I broke an $85 quartz cuvette on Monday, which I will have to pay for out-of-pocket. That put me over the edge: physical chemistry laboratory is my absolute least favorite class of my entire college career. I had been waffling between this class and my debate course a couple of years ago, but there really is only one choice. The combination of thirty-to-sixty-page lab writeups of inane, irrelevant experiments and exorbitantly expensive, breakable equipment has reached Terminal Lameness.
My thesis was approved on Wednesday. Barring any major catastrophes, it looks like I will graduate with my honors degree. Now to finish my classwork. Ugh.
PS: I realize I am being a fussy baby about school. Wah.
It's too nice outside for school.
My sister is coming to stay with me for a few weeks soon. I'm excited. I probably won't be very much fun with all of the lab writing/studying I need to do to graduate, but it'll be nice having her around. She gets me. I could also really use the help packing -- the boxes I ordered have arrived and I am again realizing that I have too much stuff, even after having dramatically thinned the herd since Christmas. Why is it so easy to accumulate things I don't need?
I had a TB test placed last week that came back inconclusive and was seriously scaring me. I had another one placed on Tuesday, and I just had it read -- negative. So, good. I am not in imminent danger of being carried off by the galloping consumption and can still do my student teaching in Philly this summer.
I broke an $85 quartz cuvette on Monday, which I will have to pay for out-of-pocket. That put me over the edge: physical chemistry laboratory is my absolute least favorite class of my entire college career. I had been waffling between this class and my debate course a couple of years ago, but there really is only one choice. The combination of thirty-to-sixty-page lab writeups of inane, irrelevant experiments and exorbitantly expensive, breakable equipment has reached Terminal Lameness.
My thesis was approved on Wednesday. Barring any major catastrophes, it looks like I will graduate with my honors degree. Now to finish my classwork. Ugh.
PS: I realize I am being a fussy baby about school. Wah.
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