*sploosh*

[dchenes]

That's a metaphorical sploosh, thank goodness. It's me getting my feet wet and trying to write the first draft of a ten-page paper in French. I keep having to remind myself that writing it in English and translating it is a Very Bad Idea. If I do that, it will be twice as much work as it should be, and I won't be able to translate some of it exactly the way I want it. I also have to keep reminding myself that this paper is due before the ten-page Theory of Translation paper, which I actually want to write. Not only is that one in English, but I'm interested in what I'm writing about.

Apparently it went *sploosh* for real in Boston yesterday.

I'm considering, depending on whether my parents think it's a terrible idea, borrowing another $6700 from the bank to pay rent with. I really don't want to move from where I am, and I don't want to be sleeping under a bridge in November. (OK, it wouldn't get to that, but that's where my brain keeps going.) That amount would give me rent until next October, by which time I plan to have a graduate assistantship. I really missed out by not getting one this year. I have, for all practical purposes, no income and too much free time. (Yeah, I know, whaddya mean "too much free time"?)

The song currently playing is Joshua Kadison's "Postcards From L.A." I haven't listened to it since I was in the "what if" dreaming stage about getting into grad school and what would happen if I did. Back then I thought about it in the abstract, and thought about leaving people behind and leaving everything familiar and comfortable to go chasing a dream, and I wished I had that to think about. And then when it happened, it happened so fast that I barely had time to think about it at all. I keep looking around and realizing there are things I don't have here because I was in such a hurry packing that I forgot them (like my glass pie plate).

I still don't know if I'm going to be able to go to CT for Thanksgiving. If I can't, I'll definitely go for Christmas, and see about swinging up through Boston for Arisia. Somebody's timing is incredible; classes start again the Monday after Arisia weekend, so I could be in Boston until Sunday if I wanted. I can't remember if I did enough work last year to have my fees waived. It would be nice if I did.

Damn it, now I miss everybody again.

Comments

[whuffle.livejournal.com]

If you didn't do enoug work last year I will make sure you get comped anyways. ("I have the power" she shouts maniacally as the thunder cracks and the lightning sizzles)
Have you had any sucess in looking at jobs outside the University or at temp agencies?

[dchenes.livejournal.com]

*ducks lightning bolt and holds hands over ears as thunder rumbles*

Either I'm looking in the wrong places or there aren't any off-campus jobs in Kent. Getting out of Kent is a pain because of the (lack of) bus schedules, and if I'm going to actually get a job through a temp agency, I suspect I'd have to go to Akron.

[lorac.livejournal.com]

We miss you too!

And I think if you don't mind taking out more loans to help pay rent until next fall that that sounds like a good plan. If you get some type of job you can always pay some of it back early (or put it towards some other debt so it all works out).