dear preacher, thanks for making time for me today, hope you don't mind if i hide behind the curtain
so it has been one month since my last post. for those of you who cared, i am sorry, i never meant to go that long. things have been up and things have been down. passed my prospectus defense, was sick during the holiday break, had to tell my little sister stuff she didn't want to hear, got proof i was right and then completely disregarded everything i said for something shiny. went kayaking to celebrate the new year, started teaching for the semester, and got snowed in on my mom's birthday. i am finishing up the last of the PhD. applications and wondering why? and i have it narrowed done to two boats to replace my cracked kayak. i got gift card to various bookstores for christmas and am looking forward to trying to decide which ones i need the most. and i went to the cave of montesinos and remembered just how adorable his little girls are. i have fallen back into that "i can't write" slump, i will try and do better. you guys and this little remembrance project helped before, maybe we can do it again
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Remember why you are doing this. Remember who you are, remember when you realized how much you love learning, which is part of the reason you've chosen this career path. Remember a certain class where a certain genius professor always liked your comments and helped you clarify your points. Remember that ridiculous outfit you wore when you played cupid...hmmm. Maybe we should forget that one.
Dear future-hindsight, remember that walking is always just one foot in front of the other, one step and any one time. Now that you know how to walk: Look up.
I agree with both Ben and Mac--we can't forget the fantastic experiences we have had during this short journey through academia. Pushing along through the hard times is really what validates our accomplishments. If there was no struggle, there'd be no satisfaction.
p.s. that outfit was pretty chitzy, but nobody else could play the part as well as you did. Encore!
Um, I'm all for your Cupid-ness. Also, I have NO idea why on earth I'm doing what I'm doing, either. I've never been able to shake the feeling that my application got stuck to someone else's and that I got in by accident. I have no idea why I'm here, I just know that at some point I felt like I should be. Dunno. Where are you applying to?
P.S. If the genius professor's name starts with a P and he's married to one whose name starts with an H, he never liked my ideas. I was never smart enough for him.
Smooth, A-L. I liked the code, there. Who are we kidding? I barely passed my first P class! As for the frustration, I've never heard anyone say "I wish I'd never finished."
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