So I left my botany notes in the tutoring center, where I work, and I’m pretty sure I have only one of two necessary keys for getting into the building tomorrow. I didn’t notice until now because I was looking for my printed copy of a paper that I had conveniently highlighted and to which I had added notes which was for a section farther in the paper than I expected to get anyway. Good sign that the rest of the research proposal is going somewhat well.
I have never been so comforted after panicking at this time of night. I think I just reached a new level of optimism. Maybe. I’m also significantly more tired.
If I still kept a diary, I would be far more helpful to my future self trying to piece together what I was doing. Well, future self, I have been busy and you should be even busier, so you shouldn’t be here but I know you’ll be curious as to how embarrassing you were. I have more than 3 bruises due to running into things. And that rash? Woof. Spring brings weird allergic reactions. Satisfied?
WPA just happened, great conversations with Ring and Wada have taken place, and the end of the semester and the graduation ceremony will be over in 3 weeks from now. My time at this college is almost over. So it’s time to look back on my experiences.
That was nice. Doesn’t make me less worried about the next 3 weeks.
Moving on, I’m more than a little stressed. I am prepared to accept grades that I would rather not accept, but I’m doing what I can to divvy up my best efforts among all of my obligations.Even if I don’t get straight A’s, I would like to put forth A effort without killing myself. I’m moving onto a big university, so my summer will be filled with those preparations. More experiences. It’s exciting and scary, but I’ll get through it all. As for now, it’s research proposal time as well as study all the things time. Thinking about it, I don’t want to be more detailed about what’s been going on. Too much. I’m going to brew some tea to calm my nerves and stomach, and put a nice mask on my face just to remind my face that it can chill out.
Deeeeeep breaths. This is not the time to eat a pan of enchiladas, as proud as I am of them.
Yeah. That’s it. If I get started on specifics of the WPA conference, I’ll be here all night. And I haven’t even submitted my scholarship essay. Or brushed my teeth. Or read all those studies on goji berries. Or washed my cup after a bug fell into it. Or done my Spanish homework. Or done a million other things. Tea. It’s teatime. Yes.
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In 2006 we made this little burger meal for a competition on Craftster.org. It got quite a bit of online traffic at the time. Couldn’t find the links, so I re-edited and uploaded these for Parisa.
Me and Mr L put it together, and all the food was edible: baby onion, american cheese, baby gherkin, homemade bun, handcut fries. I made the tray and the drink out of polymer clay and printed up the Craftster branding.
OH God, why!!! *cries*
Mokona loves printers when they’re printing, my books when they are open, and the box on the table behind my desk chair so much that the lid is sinking and has a perfect Mokona-sized dip.
Bad news: This is the 2nd time I’ve tried to lead for the first time at the observatory and it has been CLOUDY (though this time it isn’t super humid, at least).
Good news: I haven’t finished my project, so I have more time.
I can safely say I’m officially a lead docent at the observatory. Combined with becoming a tutor and being elected the president of the Chemistry Club at the college, I would say my year is going well.
Next: an A in botany. (Preferably, straight A’s this semester, but botany seems the least likely at this point.)
It is a night for indulging in freaking out for a bit and then calmly working on one thing with a cup of chamomile tea. That’s really every night, but I needed a reminder tonight. This came in the form of discovering that my sweatpants that I’d left out had the remnants of puke on them. Cat puke.
-_- Mokona, stop eating so fast.
I have a few precious hours during which to attempt to complete a few tasks. The chamomile tea is ready, so it’s time to hit the books instead of the brick wall next to me. (I actually had a friend who got so mad at herself over something that she punched her bedroom wall and injured her wrist, making her angrier and more in pain.)
Fantastic book. It made me laugh out loud and sometimes think, but mostly laugh out loud. I will read it again sometime because it was just so much fun.
Next: The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks. But not immediately. I have some botany readings to do. Though I’ll likely not start that immediately either. I think there are some Cuties in the kitchen that are calling my name.