I had a post queued up to go out yesterday to keep up the pace for Blog Every Day April, but I decided not to publish it. It was, quite frankly, a little too whiny and rambly. So, the post has been redacted and the writer has been sacked. There are standards of quality one must uphold.
Instead, I bring you llamas. Wait, no, nevermind.
I am so jazzed that I’m almost done with my BS. A month from now, I graduate and can put the entire thing behind me, including all the baggage of fighting against getting my BS for the last 13 years.
One of my goals for this weekend, among all of the homework, is to put in my formal application for the MS program. I feel confident that I can get in without a hitch, but I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a small part of me that hopes I don’t. My headspace could use the break.
I spent the day yesterday tooling around the campus (getting sunburned) and the thing is that UCF isn’t a bad campus. Parking is tight, but it is pretty and there’s no shortage of things to do, open spaces, friendly people, or entertaining passers-by. It’s too bad the place is such a grindhouse—it’s cold and heartless and the exact opposite of a cultivating and nurturing academic environment.
And yet, I’m trying to sign another 2-3 years of my life away to them. Battered Student Syndrome?
Hmm. I really need to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.