The good news!: after finding that I need not complete thesis, but only 'comparable research project', now realize that am eligible for highest honors ( Read more... )

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This Is My Life, RatedLife:

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This Christmas Break is already turning out to be interesting and edifying. After living as a single adult for many months solid, it's odd to be 'the child of the family' for more than three days running; more than that is testing my patience and refining my reactions to a lot of situations (most of the trial has been error, sadly). However, there ( Read more... )

I learned the value of hard work once again this semester's end--in a panic that I might not get everything done on time to leave Gainesville for my Dec. 14 flight, I worked almost constantly as soon as the semester ended (taking breaks, of course, for sweets and swing dancing), and found myself on Saturday afternoon with a whole pile of completed ( Read more... )

Why the Dickens won't my images on the main page and the research paper page show up? They're small; they are in my public_html folder, and I did insert the right images (those that are on my server). I've fought with the silly things for hours now, and despite my having coded for four hours to get my paper up, it doesn't have that right spruced-up ( Read more... )

Some things, like seeing your name on a diploma or stepping onto a tract of land that you and only you own, are extremely rewarding, even though they're just beginnings for much greater endeavours. This is one of those things for me.

I would like to live a day in Gainesville and not feel so emotionally bankrupt. Like someone closer than two thousand miles away gives a damn and can actually say something to make it better. I can't get enough of news from home, talk from mum & dad, true friends and family...I'm so hungry for it. Never been this homesick before. I wish I had the ( Read more... )

I spent Thanksgiving alone in Gainesville (and by alone, I really do mean alone. Never seen this place such a ghost town), and it was quite a good one. I must admit I missed the ceremony of the holiday just a little bit, but I more than made up for it ( Read more... )

This heart is more than a dime-store treasure
And these lips are more than a cause
These eyes are more than a mirror for your own
I'm worth more than your applause

You'd felt just for the sake of feeling, baby
To prove you could be true
But ev'ry word you whispered and kiss you gave me
Was for no one else but you