It has been a while. I'm sure you've missed me. Here's what's been happening round here as of late:
1. I got back today from California for the first round of rugby playoffs. We beat Sacramento State 78-0 (yes, 78) and Cal Berkeley 47-7 to qualify for the next round. It was a successful weekend-- in more ways than one. I also made the drive from El Dorado Hills, CA to Provo, UT in record time. According to mapquest.com, it should take 10 hrs. and 10 min. I made it in 8 hrs. 15 min. Boom.
2. Spring is here, the chacos are out, and I'm loving it.
3. School continues to move forward and I'm looking forward to the end of the semester. I will finish up my course work in August (gasp!) and we'll see if I actually decide to graduate or try for an International Development Internship to Mali in the Fall.
Life is busy, but it is good.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Lundi
Random quirk: I hate it when there are more than 50 messages in my gmail inbox because it means I can't see all my messages at once.
Anyway, today is Monday. When my alarm went off this morning, I about threw it against the wall (my alarm also happens to be my phone, so good thing I didn't). These days, school is an anxiety-ridden aspect of my life-- more so than usual. I blame the fact that I have class more than 3 days a week and can't go to Italy on the weekends. I also blame the fact that I am discovering I'm really not very good at my chosen major and feel more stupid just about every day. But I like what I'm studying, even though I'm not good at it. Doesn't that count for something?
I was dreading today more than usual because I had an oral examination with the most feared professor in the French department (and probably all of campus). I happen to be taking a class from this notoriously difficult and brutally honest prof. Many a student has cried, thrown up, and yes, fainted as a result of the anxiety, fear, and trembling this person causes. In this professor's defense, she is an amazing teacher. Fantastic actually. I learn a lot in class but I also realize all my deficiencies, which I suppose is good even though it is also demoralizing. In approaching this exam, my thought process went from "I hope I can remember everything I've studied" to "I hope I can remember half of what I studied" to "I hope I don't start to cry" to "I hope I survive." Well, obviously, I survived, sans tears. There is a God. Better yet, while the prof was straightforward in telling me my weaknesses, she was also very helpful in giving me ways to improve. I actually came out of there with a renewed hope for the class, and life in general. And I'm wearing chacos today, which makes everything better. Here's to Monday.
Anyway, today is Monday. When my alarm went off this morning, I about threw it against the wall (my alarm also happens to be my phone, so good thing I didn't). These days, school is an anxiety-ridden aspect of my life-- more so than usual. I blame the fact that I have class more than 3 days a week and can't go to Italy on the weekends. I also blame the fact that I am discovering I'm really not very good at my chosen major and feel more stupid just about every day. But I like what I'm studying, even though I'm not good at it. Doesn't that count for something?
I was dreading today more than usual because I had an oral examination with the most feared professor in the French department (and probably all of campus). I happen to be taking a class from this notoriously difficult and brutally honest prof. Many a student has cried, thrown up, and yes, fainted as a result of the anxiety, fear, and trembling this person causes. In this professor's defense, she is an amazing teacher. Fantastic actually. I learn a lot in class but I also realize all my deficiencies, which I suppose is good even though it is also demoralizing. In approaching this exam, my thought process went from "I hope I can remember everything I've studied" to "I hope I can remember half of what I studied" to "I hope I don't start to cry" to "I hope I survive." Well, obviously, I survived, sans tears. There is a God. Better yet, while the prof was straightforward in telling me my weaknesses, she was also very helpful in giving me ways to improve. I actually came out of there with a renewed hope for the class, and life in general. And I'm wearing chacos today, which makes everything better. Here's to Monday.
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