The Tides Have Changed
Fiction class put me in a good mood. I was having fun with my group. We had to take quotes from books/movies/other sources and incorporate them into our stories. By random luck, I had my journal (which I haven't written in for about 6 months) with me. I found some amusing quotes from myself...including "It's a dangerous, if not good plan." I have no idea what I was talking about.
Paging through my journal made me realize how much more intelligent I used to be and how much more on fire for God I was. I want both the wisdom and the fire back. I also realized I used to be even MORE anal about my grades. Ah yes, gone are the days where I freak out about getting a 3.75.
I also learned that two of my group members have blogs. Exchange addresses? I think maybe.
Now, about the evil-teacher-writing-my-letters-of rec-fiasco: I've decided I don't care. He's only writing to three schools, granted it's to the 3 better schools, but maybe I don't want to go to any of those schools. Sticks tongue out now.
Maybe I should concentrate more on life experience and less on academics...we'll see how long this revelation lasts, as I have it about once a month.
Maybe, I only need to get into my safety school (to remain nameless until I'm accepted/rejected at which point in time I can proclaim/curse the school's name). I think if I get in there, I'll be able to interact with a gazillion different types of people. Plus, the main reason I originally applied there was so I could help with a fledgling church. That'd be yet another growing/challenging experience. Plus, the nameless school has a PhD. program that allows students to write a creative thesis. That'd be up my alley. And it'd be easier to settle in one place for 4 years than to have to move after two. So come on everybody, start praying I get into my safety school. I know I've been pleading with God.
In other news, I think the eclipse made people do some crazy things last night. If you want to know more specifically what I overheard at 1:52 AM, give me a call.
Paging through my journal made me realize how much more intelligent I used to be and how much more on fire for God I was. I want both the wisdom and the fire back. I also realized I used to be even MORE anal about my grades. Ah yes, gone are the days where I freak out about getting a 3.75.
I also learned that two of my group members have blogs. Exchange addresses? I think maybe.
Now, about the evil-teacher-writing-my-letters-of rec-fiasco: I've decided I don't care. He's only writing to three schools, granted it's to the 3 better schools, but maybe I don't want to go to any of those schools. Sticks tongue out now.
Maybe I should concentrate more on life experience and less on academics...we'll see how long this revelation lasts, as I have it about once a month.
Maybe, I only need to get into my safety school (to remain nameless until I'm accepted/rejected at which point in time I can proclaim/curse the school's name). I think if I get in there, I'll be able to interact with a gazillion different types of people. Plus, the main reason I originally applied there was so I could help with a fledgling church. That'd be yet another growing/challenging experience. Plus, the nameless school has a PhD. program that allows students to write a creative thesis. That'd be up my alley. And it'd be easier to settle in one place for 4 years than to have to move after two. So come on everybody, start praying I get into my safety school. I know I've been pleading with God.
In other news, I think the eclipse made people do some crazy things last night. If you want to know more specifically what I overheard at 1:52 AM, give me a call.
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