tim (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} foboat) wrote,@ 2008-09-10 23:33:00 |
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It's Just Another Day
New year resolutions are inevitably equated with the excess of America suburbia sprawl: exercise more, weight loss. As I sit in the Lion's Den, a progressive cafe on campus that give me the choice between dark and medium roast, I took a few steps towards my resolution. This resolution is not by choice, as much as it was forced upon me by working a stagnant position in a great company that possess great potentials but will not allow me any. So here I sit, waiting for the for my chance to talk to the dean of my program, drowning in a ocean of Hot Topic hair cuts and Abercrombie polo shirts with the collar inexplicably turned up.
I have a few hours until my first semester starts, a microbiology class that I am not even sure if I am able to to take, though the dean made it seem promising. So I take in the sights. I inhale the generally wholesome vibe. I swallow the slightly boorish taste of the Greek pledges. I remind my self of what it used to be like when i was a freshman at UCLA. I decided that I do not miss college.
Three semesters later, as I trudge through chemistry, hydrology, and air quality, and some how managed two straight A semesters since probably kindergarten, I sit on a precipice. In a few hours I can no longer round my age to a nice multiple of five that doesn't start with the integer 3. I can no longer say "I'm in my early 20's or "I'm in my mid 20's," instead, i have to claim "I'm almost 30." Some of my friends, by this age, had two kids and a house, and others, are managers and executives, and yet others have traveled around the world in a 3 month trip. And here sat I, drained, tired, with an outstanding speeding ticket.
I'm enjoying life more, and utterly addicted to Amazon.com's oh-so-convenient one click ordering. Even as the iron maiden of a supervisor makes my job less enjoyable. It's a trade off, I suppose, from one vice to another. With Drew leaving for Santa Barbara, and 3 more semesters to go in my graduate studies, I'll need to make something happen, soon. FDA, I'm waiting for that interview.
So on the eve of the 7th anniversary of the WTC tower collapse, here's a happy 26th to me.
New year resolutions are inevitably equated with the excess of America suburbia sprawl: exercise more, weight loss. As I sit in the Lion's Den, a progressive cafe on campus that give me the choice between dark and medium roast, I took a few steps towards my resolution. This resolution is not by choice, as much as it was forced upon me by working a stagnant position in a great company that possess great potentials but will not allow me any. So here I sit, waiting for the for my chance to talk to the dean of my program, drowning in a ocean of Hot Topic hair cuts and Abercrombie polo shirts with the collar inexplicably turned up.
I have a few hours until my first semester starts, a microbiology class that I am not even sure if I am able to to take, though the dean made it seem promising. So I take in the sights. I inhale the generally wholesome vibe. I swallow the slightly boorish taste of the Greek pledges. I remind my self of what it used to be like when i was a freshman at UCLA. I decided that I do not miss college.
Three semesters later, as I trudge through chemistry, hydrology, and air quality, and some how managed two straight A semesters since probably kindergarten, I sit on a precipice. In a few hours I can no longer round my age to a nice multiple of five that doesn't start with the integer 3. I can no longer say "I'm in my early 20's or "I'm in my mid 20's," instead, i have to claim "I'm almost 30." Some of my friends, by this age, had two kids and a house, and others, are managers and executives, and yet others have traveled around the world in a 3 month trip. And here sat I, drained, tired, with an outstanding speeding ticket.
I'm enjoying life more, and utterly addicted to Amazon.com's oh-so-convenient one click ordering. Even as the iron maiden of a supervisor makes my job less enjoyable. It's a trade off, I suppose, from one vice to another. With Drew leaving for Santa Barbara, and 3 more semesters to go in my graduate studies, I'll need to make something happen, soon. FDA, I'm waiting for that interview.
So on the eve of the 7th anniversary of the WTC tower collapse, here's a happy 26th to me.
