It is already almost the middle of August, and I feel like it was only a few weeks ago that I was thrilled about the beginning of summer. I am lamenting its lazy exit, because I know that with fall comes earlier sunsets, sweaters, and ridiculous amounts of lab work to get my thesis done by spring. I never feel like I have "real" deadlines during the summer, and that my only job is to listen to Fresh Prince's "Summertime" in my car at least 100 times a week. Plus, it is also sad because this is my last summer in Chapel Hill. As of early June next year I'll be headed back out west to Colorado, so I feel an extra level of sadness to see the summer drawing to a close. I mean, I won't be able to go to the beach as easily, I won't be getting excited at the thought of all of the undergrads being gone from Franklin Street, and (happily) I won't be bitching about the intolerable humidity. But I know I am making a good choice. As much as I hate to admit it, I belong out west for awhile. I think I tried to draw back out my acerbic East Coast side, but I'm still the girl who two-stepped at the country bars sometimes on a Friday night. Maybe someday I'll end up back out this way, but who knows. I am way too restless in my youth to settle in one place for very long.
Things have been pretty busy lately; my mom was here last week, which was nice. I needed some family around me for awhile. I've also been pushing myself to get a lot done in work too, but finishing up seems like years away at this point...and isn't that what I was trying to avoid? I'm also supposed to volunteer in the classroom of a high school bio teacher to see how I feel about teaching. I've been told I'm the sort of rare breed who could deal with teenagers...and I kind of like the idea of molding young minds and making them love science as much as I do. Plus, teaching would be a good way to get experience in other things during the summer. We'll see. I don't think I have ever been so lost in my life, and I actually like it. I always wanted to have that freedom to have NO idea what my next job would be, and it's so liberating to finally experience it. I probably won't be saying the same thing in 7 months, but whatever. I'll enjoy it now.
After having been on vacation last week, I am thinking of the beach and staring with dead eyes at my computer, thinking about how I SHOULD be reading papers for my thesis. I can't summon the energy to function normally, however. We all need a day to get back on track, right?
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