Watching Myself Grow Up

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I Ought To Be Feeding Ducks

June 02, 2005 *~* 12:33 p.m.

I feel sickish. Sort of listless and antsy, but my stomach is butterfly-ish too and I don't know why. I need to go DO something, I think, and then I feel bad because I am such a product of consumer culture and the MTV generation and short attention span nineties girl. I need constant stimulation- not really, but I like feeling as though I'm creating and adding to the world in a positive way, even if it's just smiling or something. I need to interact with people. I need a constant affirmation of my existence. Please, validate me.

Ugh.

I think it's just the lighting. I hate bad lighting.
*grins*

If only it were that simple.

I know I moan and groan about my class schedule all the time, but it really distresses me. I need to figure out all that I'm worried about and email someone at Reed, if only so they can forward it to the appropriate people. I have too many questions that I simply can't get answered here and didn't realize I had until now. I need to know what happens to my 11 AP credits (only 8-10 credits can be gained in a year), I need to know what classes will help fulfill my Group requirements and how to orient my schedule to accomodate those, while still getting PE classes and enjoying my education. My biggest problem is simply that I have always been indoctrinated with the idea that a college degree IS ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY for life. While I'm hardly about to cast that idea off because I think it is required for me to achieve what I want, I wish someone had explained it as a means to an end, rather than The Goal. Because really, you've got to apply it somewhere and I haven't the slightest how to do that. I think that's why the idea of a doctor is so comforting to me- because when you graduate with a medical degree, you know that you'll be a doctor. You'll go to a hospital with an opening and hope for the best, or you'll work in a clinic until you open your own practice, so on and so forth. But with other things, I don't know what you do with them. I can't imagine a Classics degree or Spanish Literature degree being particularly practical in the "Real World."

*sigh* I need to go stare at the ceiling for a bit or drive to the park and feed the ducks.

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