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Things I Didn't Know I Wanted To Say
Feb. 5th, 2002 10:58 pmI sit in the IRCs way too late. And I'm the only one here.
Perhaps not having a computer in my room will be good for my academics. Ha. It's a royal pain in the ass. And I do need a computer for some things. Like finding out what readings I missed because I slept through all of my classes the other day. And doing the bioinformatics assignment for Microbio. Not that I can really do that yet anyway, because apparently the DNA sequences are all messed up. Supposedly they are in the process of being fixed, but I haven't yet heard anything. It would suck supremely to be left with only two real days in which to do the assignment. Especially when those two days are Monday and Tuesday, which are without a doubt the longest of my week.
Spent another Saturday night doing nothing. Goddamn, I need to go have some fun. But there seemed to be nothing going on, really, other than a rave in the SU? And friends are all scattered and such. But next week there's "Benn Fayre," which is both a precursor to Renn Fayre, and a memorial type thing for Ben, a student on leave who died last semester. And in the spirit of Ben, the whole school is to go wild and party like crazy for 24 hours. Oh, I'll be ready for that.
Why will I be so ready? Because I'll be badly in need of a bread from doing work. I have 25 hours of class a week. And then homework. These are 25 hours of real time, not the kind of hours most schools use to count course loads. (We have units instead.) I am insane, yes. Three of my four classes are lab sciences, two of those are bio labs, and bio labs are four hours long. And one bio class has conference too. Chem labs are three hours. Ack. I might have a similar predicament next year, but we'll have to see about that. And with all this insanity, I'm still planning to get through here in eight consecutive semesters, which is quite a feat for anyone. My friend Meg speculates that she and I will be the only two among our friends to graduate after just four years here. She's an English major and can definitely do it. If I make it, I'll be quite impressed. My shortest day is three hours of class. But I won't complain too much, because a lot of it is fun. It's just kind of hard to switch between being immersed in science and being immersed in philosophy. When I'm doing one, I don't much want to be doing the other, though I do enjoy both. I just haven't had to do this in quite a while, so I have to figure out how to do it successfully.
But as for surviving at Reed, I think I've found the secret. You have to love it. And I do. Last semester I briefly considered going elsewhere for a while, but only in a "what would happen if" sort of way. I don't think I would be any happier anywhere else, which I don't say to be negative. I love being here, and therefore I'm happy here; couldn't imagine being in a better situation anywhere else, because this is good. I did have a bit of a crisis of faith about people's ability go survive here recently, though. I (erroneously) heard that one of the seniors I know was taking this semester off. She hadn't told me anything about that, but she had told me she was moving off campus. But it did give me pause for a while. That would have meant that I knew only two people who are definitely going to graduate without having taken time off or going abroad. Though one of them did consider taking time off... But heck, this gets him out of here and away from me earlier.
And speaking of being happy, I am genuinely happy. Not the crazy, cracking-out kind of happy that I am sometimes prone to, but just... content. I know this because 1) I don't feel like crap, and 2) I am actually capable of feeling tired. Sometimes when I was crazily/cracking-outingly happy, people would tell me I looked tired (probably because I got very little sleep) and my reply would be, "Really? I don't feel tired."
But this I think I will write more about later. It's getting quite late, and I should probably make an attempt at sleep before getting up to do the work I didn't do earlier.
Watch me go home and listen to music for hours...
Perhaps not having a computer in my room will be good for my academics. Ha. It's a royal pain in the ass. And I do need a computer for some things. Like finding out what readings I missed because I slept through all of my classes the other day. And doing the bioinformatics assignment for Microbio. Not that I can really do that yet anyway, because apparently the DNA sequences are all messed up. Supposedly they are in the process of being fixed, but I haven't yet heard anything. It would suck supremely to be left with only two real days in which to do the assignment. Especially when those two days are Monday and Tuesday, which are without a doubt the longest of my week.
Spent another Saturday night doing nothing. Goddamn, I need to go have some fun. But there seemed to be nothing going on, really, other than a rave in the SU? And friends are all scattered and such. But next week there's "Benn Fayre," which is both a precursor to Renn Fayre, and a memorial type thing for Ben, a student on leave who died last semester. And in the spirit of Ben, the whole school is to go wild and party like crazy for 24 hours. Oh, I'll be ready for that.
Why will I be so ready? Because I'll be badly in need of a bread from doing work. I have 25 hours of class a week. And then homework. These are 25 hours of real time, not the kind of hours most schools use to count course loads. (We have units instead.) I am insane, yes. Three of my four classes are lab sciences, two of those are bio labs, and bio labs are four hours long. And one bio class has conference too. Chem labs are three hours. Ack. I might have a similar predicament next year, but we'll have to see about that. And with all this insanity, I'm still planning to get through here in eight consecutive semesters, which is quite a feat for anyone. My friend Meg speculates that she and I will be the only two among our friends to graduate after just four years here. She's an English major and can definitely do it. If I make it, I'll be quite impressed. My shortest day is three hours of class. But I won't complain too much, because a lot of it is fun. It's just kind of hard to switch between being immersed in science and being immersed in philosophy. When I'm doing one, I don't much want to be doing the other, though I do enjoy both. I just haven't had to do this in quite a while, so I have to figure out how to do it successfully.
But as for surviving at Reed, I think I've found the secret. You have to love it. And I do. Last semester I briefly considered going elsewhere for a while, but only in a "what would happen if" sort of way. I don't think I would be any happier anywhere else, which I don't say to be negative. I love being here, and therefore I'm happy here; couldn't imagine being in a better situation anywhere else, because this is good. I did have a bit of a crisis of faith about people's ability go survive here recently, though. I (erroneously) heard that one of the seniors I know was taking this semester off. She hadn't told me anything about that, but she had told me she was moving off campus. But it did give me pause for a while. That would have meant that I knew only two people who are definitely going to graduate without having taken time off or going abroad. Though one of them did consider taking time off... But heck, this gets him out of here and away from me earlier.
And speaking of being happy, I am genuinely happy. Not the crazy, cracking-out kind of happy that I am sometimes prone to, but just... content. I know this because 1) I don't feel like crap, and 2) I am actually capable of feeling tired. Sometimes when I was crazily/cracking-outingly happy, people would tell me I looked tired (probably because I got very little sleep) and my reply would be, "Really? I don't feel tired."
But this I think I will write more about later. It's getting quite late, and I should probably make an attempt at sleep before getting up to do the work I didn't do earlier.
Watch me go home and listen to music for hours...
