That final rush of graduate school panic is pouring over me today. The number one lesson I have had to learn (by necessity, not because I wanted to) is how to delegate and let things go. To relinquish control. To allow my wonderful mother to put together my graduate school packet for me without even getting to see it or kiss it goodbye or spray something good-smelling on it. To not know everything that is going on with Lyric Theatre and Butler. To not be close enough to call Kyle every day and ask him about his college applications. Or to call Laura and make sure she isn't too stressed about all of the fabulous things she is doing this semester. Or to call Joe and ... talk about the rap video he made in his science class last week... hahahaha. I can't call Dad in the morning and tell him about a test I just took and have him reassure me that I should start writing a screenplay and be in a musical soon. Skype and email and facebook are great, but they aren't the same as a good visit home. This post is getting droopy and sad, and I don't mean for it to. Every once in a while I just remember that I am a senior, and I think AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but then it goes away. It's actually all very exciting.
I have one more letter to check on, and then I think I'll be done with applications. I get to see Alcina this Friday with Lily (YAY), and we have Thanksgiving dinner tonight and tomorrow. That's right. Two Thanksgiving dinners to make up for not being home for Thanksgiving. At least that is the rationale my friends and I are using to justify two dinners in a row. Guess how lucky I am? Most of my dearest friends here are from I.U. How excellent. I'm going to get to visit with them all the time when I get back. I walk by this every day:
Oh, Katy. i feel ya. eep.
ReplyDeleteside note, I saw HP7 and was pleasantly surprised! Granted, I still have an itemized list of book-movie inconsistencies, but the list is refreshingly short. At least the goddamn burrow didn't get torched again. :)
rfoote, we are going to have wonderful grad school support sessions when I get back, right? For some reason I had a hard time getting over all of the HP inconsistencies when I saw it. I am going again when I get home with my sister, and I think I will like it better after round 2. Good luck with the end of our last fall semester at Butler ever...not to be depressing or anything...my last fall was a year ago...sniff sniff....
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