This Is It

On a Sunday afternoon in October, where better is there to be than at a pumpkin patch picking a pumpkin to carve and set on the porch in anticipation of Halloween? I'll tell you where: kitchen table. Reading textbooks about theory and mulling the idea of nonexistence because of an ever-present but easily defeated web of floating communication. Yes, I wrote it, but it makes very little sense to me, too. :o)

This is the 7th week of school, my first semester in the Graduate program, and I've begun to wonder if this is it. Is this what I've been working toward? Is this what I've been thinking about all these years? No, not really. I imagined being the smartest person in school. Winning awards which would be named after me because genius of my caliber had yet to be discovered. HA! Not happening.

I turned in my first graduate level paper on Friday. I am happy with it, I know it's lacking in places but it is a paper for a class, not for publication, so I hope the little flaws will be overlooked. If they aren't... then I'll need to work harder next time. Either way, the award is faaaaar out of reach and I'm going to have to be content with giving presentations in class instead of delivering my acceptance speech.

Countdown to Wednesday (when I'll find out just how horribly my paper turned out): 3 days and 1 hour.

Till then, I'll just have to wait. Right here at my kitchen table. Reading textbooks about theory and pondering my existence.

Or I'll watch reruns of How I Met Your Mother and enjoy my Sunday night. Yea... that one wins. :)