Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
good mail day.

Sitting in the computer lab, studying my Bible for my first quiz of the year - listening to Paper Moon, one of my favorite jazzy-big band songs, and enjoying the spoils of the mailroom today - including a handsome, two-book edition of Smith's Wealth of Nations and the MIT grad application my mother was kind enough to shove my way, I guess that's real now. I should register for my GRE this week, although I've put no effort into that until this point. My Watson proposal will be out of my hands as of Thursday and left to the selection-committee fates and then even bigger fish if I am an official school applicant. So I guess the next few weeks are real make-or-break time. Fingers-crossed luck don't fail me now.

Katie comes this weekend for her UVM interview and it will be fun to see her, maybe make it up to Burlington to see Jack's new apartment among other things. But in any case, the weekend here will do me well. The following weekend brings an extended trip to Boston followed up near immediately to a trek down to CT and Wesleyan. If I am not mistaken, a week off ?? or right down to Davidson as an honor code embassador... somewhere in all of this, I need to secure some As, study for my GRE and continue to get up every morning at 8am. Such is life, huh? Victory laps are suppose to be leisurely, cocky, and celebratory - I feel like I am still pushing the synapases a little tough for what should be regalatory leisure. Anyway, back to the book of Mark... and once this is done, I can again pick up the dreaded Republic.
posted by lmjasinski at 9:49 AM