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( That was one helluva weekend. )
Berlin is one kickass city, all things considered.
I'm starting to get inescapably excited about the prospect of returning to the USA. This time next week I'll be in Connecticut, and only a couple weeks later I'll be in Evanston. That is a beautiful, beautiful thing. I'm not ready to be a senior... I'm not old enough, and I'm too terrified by the prospect of life after college. But I love my college life so much that I am really looking forward to my senior year. I miss Sam... (I've noticed that I express that sentiment way more often in my personal handwritten journal than in my blog for public consumption. I will repeat it, as it bears repeating: I miss Samantha Nelson. Like crazy.)
I had an interesting conversation with my Dad about employment following college. He seemed unsurprised that I don't even know what region of the country I'd like to live in yet, and appreciated that there are a certain number of variables and shifting factors involved in making that decision. I expressed the sentiment that I'm probably 'too lazy to fail' and he was at least amused. All the things I can think of that I would enjoy as a job (i.e. high school history teacher, tour guide, etc.) involve being poor and not making the most of my education. My father remains blithely confident that I'll find a niche that makes me happy in the business world, as he has seen my sisters and their friends do. But I've met so many people who hate their jobs and seem trapped in them... I'm not ready. I'm not going to be ready in nine months. But ready or not, here it comes. Right?
Berlin is one kickass city, all things considered.
I'm starting to get inescapably excited about the prospect of returning to the USA. This time next week I'll be in Connecticut, and only a couple weeks later I'll be in Evanston. That is a beautiful, beautiful thing. I'm not ready to be a senior... I'm not old enough, and I'm too terrified by the prospect of life after college. But I love my college life so much that I am really looking forward to my senior year. I miss Sam... (I've noticed that I express that sentiment way more often in my personal handwritten journal than in my blog for public consumption. I will repeat it, as it bears repeating: I miss Samantha Nelson. Like crazy.)
I had an interesting conversation with my Dad about employment following college. He seemed unsurprised that I don't even know what region of the country I'd like to live in yet, and appreciated that there are a certain number of variables and shifting factors involved in making that decision. I expressed the sentiment that I'm probably 'too lazy to fail' and he was at least amused. All the things I can think of that I would enjoy as a job (i.e. high school history teacher, tour guide, etc.) involve being poor and not making the most of my education. My father remains blithely confident that I'll find a niche that makes me happy in the business world, as he has seen my sisters and their friends do. But I've met so many people who hate their jobs and seem trapped in them... I'm not ready. I'm not going to be ready in nine months. But ready or not, here it comes. Right?
