Well, undergraduate college is over. Everything got done and I graduated from the honors program. I moved out of the dorm and now I'm here in Corpus, with four goals: make $$, work out, spend time with my parents and little brother, and finish wedding planning.
I've written most of my thank-you notes for the various wedding showers and I check the mail everyday for response cards so I can get a better idea of the number of people to expect. Sam and I have to go back to Waco soon for cake testing, and I have to have a dress fitting. Sam booked the honeymoon, though, so we're officially going to Portland, Oregon for ten days. We also have all the flowers for people to wear/carry ordered as well as centerpieces for the reception tables. The people doing the cake are also providing the pretty disposable things and drinks. I still have to get together some photos for the slideshow at the rehearsal dinner, find a dress for the rehearsal dinner, buy shoes for the wedding, order rental tablecloths, pick out the appetizers and find serving platters for them, plan the bachelorette party, finish thank-yous...
Matthew keeps peaking over my shoulder to see if the cursor is a dinosaur or not.
I'm actually a lot less stressed out now that I don't have to go to school. Tonight I start work again at the restaurant. Yay waitressing! It kind of sucks but it's nice to bring home cash every night.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I'm a bad Classicist.
I just split an infinitive. ~It will be unambiguously a compliment to be told, "oh my gosh, you look so young!
It's tomorrow
Tomorrow is my thesis defense, at 2:00 pm, in the "Lounge of Destiny," the Classics lounge, where I first decided to study abroad in Italy, met Sam, accepted Sam's proposal, found out that I got funding at Fordham for grad school, and had lots of other moments that probably changed my life but seemed less significant at the time.
Then at around 6 I have to present my thesis again, this time not in front of a panel of professors, just as an informal presentation for other honors people.
I wrote 60 pages on True Place Names: Toponyms and Topography in the Poetry of Catullus, and I still don't really feel like I know anything about the topic. I have no idea what questions my panel will ask me...
Other than that I have two presentations, two term papers, a couple of tests and three finals before I'm done on May 8 and graduate on May 16th. These next two weeks are going to be crazy...
I wish I had more plans settled. Tomorrow I will know whether I'm going to accept Fordham's offer or whether we're going to go to D.C. if Sam gets an offer from Catholic University of America. But as far as an apartment, or something to do after the honeymoon, or even a honeymoon booked, I've got nothing.
On a brighter note, last night I was given the most awesome bridal shower ever by three of my very awesome bridesmaids. It was the first bridal shower in our little group, but they are quite natural at throwing these things. All the games were really fun, and it was all sweet and perfect. And now I have grown-up things like a toaster and a clock and a crock-pot and a cake stand and a casserole dish and real china and candle sticks. I also have casual dishes and a vacuum cleaner. I feel like I'm gettin' ready to play house. :-)
And I'm 22 now. I tried to pass it off as my "second" 21st birthday, but one should be honest in one's blogs, so I'm 22. I do not, however, look nearly my age. I can't wait till I'm 40, and I look like I'm 30. Then it will unambiguously be a compliment to be told, "oh my gosh, you look so young!"
When I graduate...I will do fun things again.
I'm going to go Salsa dancing...and buy new clothes for my honeymoon...and celebrate people's brithdays...and probably work as a waitress again until the wedding.
yay.
Then at around 6 I have to present my thesis again, this time not in front of a panel of professors, just as an informal presentation for other honors people.
I wrote 60 pages on True Place Names: Toponyms and Topography in the Poetry of Catullus, and I still don't really feel like I know anything about the topic. I have no idea what questions my panel will ask me...
Other than that I have two presentations, two term papers, a couple of tests and three finals before I'm done on May 8 and graduate on May 16th. These next two weeks are going to be crazy...
I wish I had more plans settled. Tomorrow I will know whether I'm going to accept Fordham's offer or whether we're going to go to D.C. if Sam gets an offer from Catholic University of America. But as far as an apartment, or something to do after the honeymoon, or even a honeymoon booked, I've got nothing.
On a brighter note, last night I was given the most awesome bridal shower ever by three of my very awesome bridesmaids. It was the first bridal shower in our little group, but they are quite natural at throwing these things. All the games were really fun, and it was all sweet and perfect. And now I have grown-up things like a toaster and a clock and a crock-pot and a cake stand and a casserole dish and real china and candle sticks. I also have casual dishes and a vacuum cleaner. I feel like I'm gettin' ready to play house. :-)
And I'm 22 now. I tried to pass it off as my "second" 21st birthday, but one should be honest in one's blogs, so I'm 22. I do not, however, look nearly my age. I can't wait till I'm 40, and I look like I'm 30. Then it will unambiguously be a compliment to be told, "oh my gosh, you look so young!"
When I graduate...I will do fun things again.
I'm going to go Salsa dancing...and buy new clothes for my honeymoon...and celebrate people's brithdays...and probably work as a waitress again until the wedding.
yay.
Friday, April 10, 2009
I shouldn't be doing this...
No one ever blogs anymore. :-( I am apparently the last to realize that the trend is ending.
I have my thesis defense in 10 days. I'm sooooooo ready for it to be over. Actually I'm mostly ready for the whole semester to be over. My last final is in 4 weeks exactly. That feels so good to say.
So right now I'm working on my thesis. I have to mail it to my readers very soon and there's so much work left, but I'm gritting my teeth and bearing it because soon soon soon it will be out of my life. And I'm also trying to keep Sam from seeing what I'm actually doing, because until....now, dang it...he thought I was actually working on my thesis. I have to go now.
I have my thesis defense in 10 days. I'm sooooooo ready for it to be over. Actually I'm mostly ready for the whole semester to be over. My last final is in 4 weeks exactly. That feels so good to say.
So right now I'm working on my thesis. I have to mail it to my readers very soon and there's so much work left, but I'm gritting my teeth and bearing it because soon soon soon it will be out of my life. And I'm also trying to keep Sam from seeing what I'm actually doing, because until....now, dang it...he thought I was actually working on my thesis. I have to go now.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Updated Count-down
Doing this helps me feel more organized, and puts pressure on me to get some work done already.
So far I have 3 rejections from the 7 graduate schools to which I applied. If somehow one or more of the remaining 4 actually accepts me, I have 48 days until I must give them a decision.
My thesis is due in 28 days. !!!
In 35 days, Brie is coming to visit me! Whoo!
In 49 days I turn 22.
In about 58 days, Sam and I will have our couple's shower. :-)
In 79 days, we will graduate college.
In 121 days, we will get married.
After that...no one knows yet. If one of us gets into graduate school, we will probably move there in early August. If not, we will be applying for teaching positions at high schools, and there is no telling in what city we may live. I would kind of prefer to stay in Waco, if we can, and teach here, but that may not be practical or the best thing to do.
I wish I knew already what was going to happen after the honeymoon, but right now is the waiting time. ~sigh~
So far I have 3 rejections from the 7 graduate schools to which I applied. If somehow one or more of the remaining 4 actually accepts me, I have 48 days until I must give them a decision.
My thesis is due in 28 days. !!!
In 35 days, Brie is coming to visit me! Whoo!
In 49 days I turn 22.
In about 58 days, Sam and I will have our couple's shower. :-)
In 79 days, we will graduate college.
In 121 days, we will get married.
After that...no one knows yet. If one of us gets into graduate school, we will probably move there in early August. If not, we will be applying for teaching positions at high schools, and there is no telling in what city we may live. I would kind of prefer to stay in Waco, if we can, and teach here, but that may not be practical or the best thing to do.
I wish I knew already what was going to happen after the honeymoon, but right now is the waiting time. ~sigh~
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Confessions of a sometimes-quiet person
Do you know, even though for the first 18 or so years of my life, I was a very quiet person, and I am still (though to a lesser extent) an "introvert," it recently ocurred to me that I don't actually understand other quiet people any better than "extroverts" do?
"We are each of a taciturn nature, unwilling to say anything unless we are convinced that it will astound the whole room." (Elizabeth Bennet, very badly quoted from Pride and Prejudice)*
I think I tend to assume this is the rule for all quiet people. It's really not always true. Quiet people aren't necessarily so far above the rest of us that they can only condescend to speak occasionally. Sometimes when they do finally say something, it isn't revolutionary or insightful or even interesting. Maybe they had something scintillating to say a few moments ago in the conversation, but it moved too quickly for their careful manners to allow them to interrupt. Often they are left with only very inane comments to serve as their contribution, when such contribution is finally extracted from them. It's impossible to know, with a quiet person, if he or she is taking part in the conversation at all, sometimes. It might be that the quiet person is absorbed in train of thought that started with the conversation but quickly digressed into something more substantial, or the quiet person might just be studying someone else's shoes, wondering how your hand movements have anything to do with what you are saying, or worse, wondering when you are going to stop talking.
It's impossible to know, and I think it is a little bit unfair to both sides. The extrovert doesn't know if he or she is dominating the conversation too much, not asking the right questions, or annoying the person by persisting in the conversation (although an extrovert might feel a personal responsibility in keeping the conversation alive since, after all, conversation is the extrovert's gift). The introvert doesn't want to be rude but also doesn't want to be forced to speak at a moment when he or she actually has nothing to say on the subject (like when, in a moment of self-aware generosity, the extrovert feels compassion on the introvert and decides to draw him or her into the conversation by suddenly pausing with a "what do you think?"), and may feel a little guilty sharing his or her most intelligent comments since, after all, conversation is the extrovert's gift, and it would be humiliating for an extrovert to appear inferior in conversation to an introvert. Or sometimes quite the opposite is the case, and the introvert is simply to intimidated to collect their thoughts into something both intellible and audible.
Personally I think that I don't mind talking about anything except those subjects about which I have no knowledge, like most sports, video games, and celebrities. I am willing to ask questions enough to stay somewhat in the conversation on the first subject, because I think sports are an interesting kind of ritual for today's society, but as for the last two, I find them so boring I would rather stare at my own shoes than attempt to be interested in them.
*If someone should let me know what the actual quote is, I would be forever indebted to you for saving me from plagiarism.
"We are each of a taciturn nature, unwilling to say anything unless we are convinced that it will astound the whole room." (Elizabeth Bennet, very badly quoted from Pride and Prejudice)*
I think I tend to assume this is the rule for all quiet people. It's really not always true. Quiet people aren't necessarily so far above the rest of us that they can only condescend to speak occasionally. Sometimes when they do finally say something, it isn't revolutionary or insightful or even interesting. Maybe they had something scintillating to say a few moments ago in the conversation, but it moved too quickly for their careful manners to allow them to interrupt. Often they are left with only very inane comments to serve as their contribution, when such contribution is finally extracted from them. It's impossible to know, with a quiet person, if he or she is taking part in the conversation at all, sometimes. It might be that the quiet person is absorbed in train of thought that started with the conversation but quickly digressed into something more substantial, or the quiet person might just be studying someone else's shoes, wondering how your hand movements have anything to do with what you are saying, or worse, wondering when you are going to stop talking.
It's impossible to know, and I think it is a little bit unfair to both sides. The extrovert doesn't know if he or she is dominating the conversation too much, not asking the right questions, or annoying the person by persisting in the conversation (although an extrovert might feel a personal responsibility in keeping the conversation alive since, after all, conversation is the extrovert's gift). The introvert doesn't want to be rude but also doesn't want to be forced to speak at a moment when he or she actually has nothing to say on the subject (like when, in a moment of self-aware generosity, the extrovert feels compassion on the introvert and decides to draw him or her into the conversation by suddenly pausing with a "what do you think?"), and may feel a little guilty sharing his or her most intelligent comments since, after all, conversation is the extrovert's gift, and it would be humiliating for an extrovert to appear inferior in conversation to an introvert. Or sometimes quite the opposite is the case, and the introvert is simply to intimidated to collect their thoughts into something both intellible and audible.
Personally I think that I don't mind talking about anything except those subjects about which I have no knowledge, like most sports, video games, and celebrities. I am willing to ask questions enough to stay somewhat in the conversation on the first subject, because I think sports are an interesting kind of ritual for today's society, but as for the last two, I find them so boring I would rather stare at my own shoes than attempt to be interested in them.
*If someone should let me know what the actual quote is, I would be forever indebted to you for saving me from plagiarism.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Well, I'm all grown-up now
First rejection letter from a graduate school. Good thing I'm so good at waitressing...
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