i am a sad-sack
So, what have I been doing with my life? Good question. If you really want to know, just ask...
school
school goes. i'm feeling really fortunate to be back in the saddle again, feeling like i can accomplish what i cam here to do. my classes are fulfilling and stretching my brain. i die a little death in russian everyday. i've figured i can wait it out, pass and be ok, and move on, the monolinguist that i am. sex and gender is a walk in the park, i'm pushing myself to do things i normally wouldn't. Identity feels like it's slowing to a stop, i love carey dearly, and i know she has plans but i can't help but feel like this class is slow moving. grrrr. nutrition seems to be the surprise ringer this semester. roc is insane, but he genuinely cares about what we're doing and wants us to get something out of this class.
beloit
beloit has become a really, really good thing for me. i never really had doubts, but when your reasons for moving across the country are challenged, you want to make a good show of it. some of my favorite moments here have come in unexpected places.... i love losing track of time on the top floor of campbell because i get engrossed in conversation with kate or carey. or walking adale home. or walking back home from the library getting soaked by a lightning storm. i know i'll encounter moments where i absolutely hate it here, but those moments have definately not come. There really is a lot going on here, save for RIGHT NOW when i want to be out running around, but can't track people down. sigh.
miscellan-y
i realize i haven't officially posted this, but i'll be spending new year's eve in omaha, NE drugged up with parents and girlfriend. yes, the date has been scheduled. i'm really not sure it's hit me, though i've turned my life upside down to make this work. i'm in omaha until jan 7, where i fly up to j-town to see my lovely puppy and family and friends, before starting next semester. emma will join me on my jet-setting ways.
my eventual school plans may be in flux. yes, i'll still be here at bel-wah, and i'll still be wrapping up my soc major in the spring, but i'm trying to figure out where to go next, academically. i've been thinking of designing a food studies minor with kristen, and i'm actually interested enough to do biochem, but i'm intimidated by chemistry. and biology. i want to press forward with food, because i think it's a wonderful bridge to any discipline, but how to make it all work? hmmm. i've even kicked around the idea of med school, because hell, i'd make a good doctor. the world needs people like me, i say.
i've been thinking a lot lately of my friends i haven't seen in a long time. i wonder if heske said yes. i wonder how caleb is doing. i miss colleen and jessie and moira and dawson and nat. i've been harboring a lot of resentment for niki lately, i wonder if her ears burn every once in a while.
i'm getting worried about the election. i'm surrounded by a community that will flicker and die if bush goes in for another four. i just don't see bush supporters. i've convinced myself the bumper stickers i see are planted jokes on super leftist cars. but i'm beginning to worry.
my ipod is trash and my ibook is a paperweight. i need them both fixed, but don't have the money to do it. instead, i'm happy to report i'm growing up (in respect to wardrobe). i've purchased my first round of real dress shirts and pants. and i'm secretly in love with my new jeans, even though i think they're made in bangladesh.
school
school goes. i'm feeling really fortunate to be back in the saddle again, feeling like i can accomplish what i cam here to do. my classes are fulfilling and stretching my brain. i die a little death in russian everyday. i've figured i can wait it out, pass and be ok, and move on, the monolinguist that i am. sex and gender is a walk in the park, i'm pushing myself to do things i normally wouldn't. Identity feels like it's slowing to a stop, i love carey dearly, and i know she has plans but i can't help but feel like this class is slow moving. grrrr. nutrition seems to be the surprise ringer this semester. roc is insane, but he genuinely cares about what we're doing and wants us to get something out of this class.
beloit
beloit has become a really, really good thing for me. i never really had doubts, but when your reasons for moving across the country are challenged, you want to make a good show of it. some of my favorite moments here have come in unexpected places.... i love losing track of time on the top floor of campbell because i get engrossed in conversation with kate or carey. or walking adale home. or walking back home from the library getting soaked by a lightning storm. i know i'll encounter moments where i absolutely hate it here, but those moments have definately not come. There really is a lot going on here, save for RIGHT NOW when i want to be out running around, but can't track people down. sigh.
miscellan-y
i realize i haven't officially posted this, but i'll be spending new year's eve in omaha, NE drugged up with parents and girlfriend. yes, the date has been scheduled. i'm really not sure it's hit me, though i've turned my life upside down to make this work. i'm in omaha until jan 7, where i fly up to j-town to see my lovely puppy and family and friends, before starting next semester. emma will join me on my jet-setting ways.
my eventual school plans may be in flux. yes, i'll still be here at bel-wah, and i'll still be wrapping up my soc major in the spring, but i'm trying to figure out where to go next, academically. i've been thinking of designing a food studies minor with kristen, and i'm actually interested enough to do biochem, but i'm intimidated by chemistry. and biology. i want to press forward with food, because i think it's a wonderful bridge to any discipline, but how to make it all work? hmmm. i've even kicked around the idea of med school, because hell, i'd make a good doctor. the world needs people like me, i say.
i've been thinking a lot lately of my friends i haven't seen in a long time. i wonder if heske said yes. i wonder how caleb is doing. i miss colleen and jessie and moira and dawson and nat. i've been harboring a lot of resentment for niki lately, i wonder if her ears burn every once in a while.
i'm getting worried about the election. i'm surrounded by a community that will flicker and die if bush goes in for another four. i just don't see bush supporters. i've convinced myself the bumper stickers i see are planted jokes on super leftist cars. but i'm beginning to worry.
my ipod is trash and my ibook is a paperweight. i need them both fixed, but don't have the money to do it. instead, i'm happy to report i'm growing up (in respect to wardrobe). i've purchased my first round of real dress shirts and pants. and i'm secretly in love with my new jeans, even though i think they're made in bangladesh.