Reasons why I love living in California:

~ Beach weather in January that looks like beach weather in the spring:

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Lovely sunsets! DSCN5370

Ok, so the weather today is rather cloudy/rainy/foggy etc, but variety is supposedly the spice of life, right?

Cheers.

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I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that this is the coldest winter I have experienced for a long time; we’re talking ice-on-your-car cold, when you have to pour water on your windshield cold, and when that water promptly freezes cold. Brrrr. (and yet, I do love it.)

Meanwhile….

I wish that I could send out a general announcement: “please withhold all potentially negative information till the end of finals.”

But, life offers no such public P.A. system, unfortunately.

A week ago, I was thinking how crazy it was that I was done with regular grad-classes and would be writing my thesis soon, graduating right after that. Now it looks like that is not happening, partly from my fault, partly due to the shit that is the GRE Lit, partly due to the unyielding nature of the Graduate Advisor. From where I sit now, I think I’m going to have to stick around for another semester, and write my thesis in the Fall.

Now I know that I was ahead of schedule anyway, and most people don’t finish in two years, and I’m quite younger than other people in my program, but I have to say, this sticks in my craw. I don’t do delays. One hiccup and I feel like a total failure.

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But it all makes me wonder why I feel so deflated; is it my academic perfectionist-tendency or the pressure of outside sources? Usually I’m able to brush things off pretty quickly in life, but school has always been my safe place, my shelter from all the other annoyances in life (not to say that grad school is one GIANT pain in the neck sometimes). But I feel like this shelter has been breached.

I guess it wouldn’t be grad school without some sense of discomfort, inadequacy, and uncertainty about life!

But I still can’t shake the desire to stamp my feet and shout “I wanna graduate NOOOOOOWWW!”

If I’m looking on the bright side (forcefully) I guess I could say that this gives me more time to put off my paying my student loans and to avoid joining the “real world.” And the silver lining? Because I have to now take another seminar so I keep my financial aid next semester, I’m going to have a weekly opportunity to sit for 4 hours and stare at the same man who said “I will not make an exception for you on the grounds you have suggested.” Yay!

Let’s hope he doesn’t remember me only as the grad student who ff’d up her schedule. Hmmm.

Now I need to push all this out of my head so I can get back to the task at hand: writing two seminar papers.

It’s odd how the end of the job search can be so sudden and yet, at the same time, very anti-climactic. in After searching for a summer job since February, after attending several interviews which seemed very lovely but came to no success (I blame not being hired for summer camps because of all the teachers flooding the job market) I finally got a call: Someone wants me.

And mind you, this is not my dream job. This does not utilize my UC degree, nor my grad school-skills, and has no real place in my future. However, it will get me out the house while my father, returning from UCI for the summer, stays in my house. (Plus it will pay the bills for my new very fantastic cell phone. Yip!) But economic beggars can’t be choosers, it seems. Plus I get to play with clothes all day.

So I received the call that I was hired on May 23rd, and was told I would start on June 1st. Great, I thought. Just enough time to lay around being bored, I thought. HA! they said. Not so fast. Fast forward to Monday, when they call and say that I’m now going to have to come in June 9th and 11th instead. Honestly, by the time it takes to find a summer job, get hired, and go through paperwork and training, there is no more summer left!

(Though they don’t know I’m only planning to work the summer…it’s not like I’m going to jeopardize school and teaching for a little more than minimum wage.)

When you know you’re going to have to work soon, but not too soon, it first seems like freedom. Then, the freedom turns into something like anticipation, which turns to furrowed brows and yelling “Just start already!!”

Also, I think the weather has become aware that I recently acquired a watercraft that should be used in warm weather. How come finals week has an extreme heat wave, and summer is filled with wind and rain? Hmmmm?

Thus I have spent more time indoors, shopping indoors, and working out indoors. This is an odd thing; have you ever discovered some random muscle that is completely weak compared to the rest of your body? As in the machine on the lowest weight setting feels like you’re lifting an anvil? Just wondering…

To explain, no sum up, I re-watched The Princess Bride again last night. Oh, the awesomeness.  Following is a chart describing said awesomeness. That is all.

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