I remember when academics used to be the sun to my solar system; the wind to my sails; the fuel to my engine. These hyperbolic cliches are only necessary because, in high school, academics were my reason for everything. Because my one goal in life was getting into a great college, I allowed grades and tests and workbook pages to drive my motivation vehicle. However, it never occurred to me what would happen to my relationship with academia post-high school. Would I continue to study into the night and push friends aside to cram for an AP Calc exam? Would I actually need anti-derivative skills for my goals in life? And what were those subsequent goals that would supposedly lead to the best years of my life?
School has become the background noise to my life. Sure, I gave it the first two weeks so I could figure out how to balance my workload and buy all my books and gather my "good intentions," but, honestly, school is in no way my college focus. Perplexing, no?
Don't be mistaken. I do all my work, I'm not a slacker. If you've ever met me, you know that I have a tendency to stress about the fact that even though I took AP Calc in high school, I can't really do conversions or eighth grade math and will therefore stare at my obnoxiously yellow packet for three hours while holding a protractor, doing my Environmental Science lab homework and wondering which way is up (er, for example...).
I am finally making the transition from high school. I thought I would always be just "the overachiever." I never really thought about it last year as a freshman, but all my extracurricular overcommitments, my friends, my nights out -- those are the things that keep me going. It's not about getting a 4.0 and getting into an Ivy League school. I mean, what's after this? Real life, right? These things keep me going because those are the things that bring me joy, not my TI83.
College is teaching me to the think like a grown-up. Weird.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Weekend Update
You may be wondering where I wandered off to. Between classes and being a first-time producer and partying (a lot) I haven't had very much time to think, much less blog. So let's see if I can make sense of the past ten days or so, and you will all see that although I may have gone crazy, I have not yet fallen off the edge of the earth.
a. I may be taking 19 credits again this semester. I'm starting to think that if I don't have an exorbitant amount of reading to do that I think I don't have any work at all. (ie, I'm a masochist).
b. We finally cast our show. I am so utterly thrilled about our team now I want to squeal with delight.
c. Auditions were the nightmare I imagined them to be. We had twenty people audition the first night and sixty the second night. Callbacks were a breeze though, the people we cast might as well have been wearing signs with their roles around their necks when they walked in. Again, I want to squeal with delight.
d. I'm thrilled that I'm producing a show. It combines everything I love about creative vision and anal retentive organization. It might be my calling.
e. Although, I could go without the nightmares where the Lerner website Event Management System turns into a fire-breathing monster and tries to eat me in my sleep and I wake up realizing that I haven't slept in the past three days, and that I've just been hallucinating.
f. I completely forgot that for the Trust Entrepreneurial Internship Program I'm in, I have to set up an independent study with a sociology/women's studies professor so I can write a thesis this semester. Crap? I have to do this by Friday. Crap? Oh, shit?
g. There is a boy situation happening right now that is so grossly complicated I can't even convey to you the stress it is bringing to my life. Why, oh God, why? Don't you know that I'm taking 19 credits and trying to fight off imaginary space request monsters?
That's pretty much it.
Oh. and h. After not having a hangover from our first cast-bonding party last night, I'm pretty sure I'm incapable of getting one. This is a good thing.
a. I may be taking 19 credits again this semester. I'm starting to think that if I don't have an exorbitant amount of reading to do that I think I don't have any work at all. (ie, I'm a masochist).
b. We finally cast our show. I am so utterly thrilled about our team now I want to squeal with delight.
c. Auditions were the nightmare I imagined them to be. We had twenty people audition the first night and sixty the second night. Callbacks were a breeze though, the people we cast might as well have been wearing signs with their roles around their necks when they walked in. Again, I want to squeal with delight.
d. I'm thrilled that I'm producing a show. It combines everything I love about creative vision and anal retentive organization. It might be my calling.
e. Although, I could go without the nightmares where the Lerner website Event Management System turns into a fire-breathing monster and tries to eat me in my sleep and I wake up realizing that I haven't slept in the past three days, and that I've just been hallucinating.
f. I completely forgot that for the Trust Entrepreneurial Internship Program I'm in, I have to set up an independent study with a sociology/women's studies professor so I can write a thesis this semester. Crap? I have to do this by Friday. Crap? Oh, shit?
g. There is a boy situation happening right now that is so grossly complicated I can't even convey to you the stress it is bringing to my life. Why, oh God, why? Don't you know that I'm taking 19 credits and trying to fight off imaginary space request monsters?
That's pretty much it.
Oh. and h. After not having a hangover from our first cast-bonding party last night, I'm pretty sure I'm incapable of getting one. This is a good thing.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Happiness is...
...sitting with eight of your favorite people at the Abbey Pub while singing Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On" into bottles of Magic Hat #9 at 1:00AM.
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