I do the most blogging when I am supposed to be doing the most studying.
I don't want to work on statistical analysis of income brackets in Rogers Park so instead I am writing this even though it is not helping me achieve my goal of finishing a 40 page community assessment by May 2nd. Basically, I have learned absolutely nothing about time management during the last 20 years I've been in school. I have yet to finish a paper more than 12 hours before it's due, and I have never started studying for a test more than 48 hours before I have to take it. I think I am physically incapable of doing anything school-related when I am not completely stressed out about the fact that I left it until the last minute. Grad school will truly be a catastrophe.
I spend a lot of time thinking about all the free time I will have when school is over and before grad school begins (we're talking years). I am aware that this type of daydreaming wastes more time that I don't have, but I'm also convinced that it keeps me sane.
So in no particular order, here are some of the things I plan to do as a gainfully employed non-student:
Become a better knitter. Knit a sweater. Bonus points if I can finish a Central Park hoodie. Learn how to sew. Take a class at Quiltology. Give homemade gifts. Bake bread. Blog consistently. Throw away junk mail and file bills before they have the chance to sit on the desk for 3 months. Run the half-marathon. Because the whole marathon would kill me. Start swing-dancing again. Work on the Obama campaign if he wins the primary. Have a personal political crisis if he doesn't. Travel with Joshua. Learn Spanish . Write. Roadtrip. Become an expert in my field. Call my grandparents more often. And my parents. And my brothers. Read novels, not textbooks. Make dinner. And dessert. Go to Vegas for the weekend. Volunteer. SLEEP.
13 April 2008
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Sounds good to me. I am glad to be on the journey with you. I will gladly eat all the bread, dinners, and desserts you make. I will also gladly travel with you to Vegas and beyond. And, if you make me, I will even try and swing-dance with you. But no promises on how good I will be...my performances up to this point have been dismal. To rephrase Shakira: "I'm not on tonight, my flat feet don't lie and I'm not dancin' right..." I love you.
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