unless you think about all the assignments that are due
I feel like writing something, but I'm not sure what yet. I just finished reading William James' Is Life Worth Living? (not the full text of the article, of course, but a nice quote) and Jeff's latest blog entry. It really was a beautiful day today. Signifying the coming of summer, and the end of the school year. Going home to my mom, and away from my friends. I probably won't be doing much over the summer. Sitting on the porch, reading some books... I should be more worried than I am about the fact that I haven't found a co-op yet. If I want to graduate on time (or ever) it's highly advisable for me to find one for this summer. But it's the 10th week. Crunch time as far as all the projects being due. And I'm just finishing three consecutive quarters of RIT classes, with three CS classes this quarter. It's not surprising that I'm a bit weary, and ready for some R&R. I have to look for co-ops, and take one if I can find it, but what I'm most looking forward to is having time to finish The Scarlet Letter.
It looks like two families of geese have taken up residence in the pond across the street. The little ones are cute, but I don't think the big ones would be happy if I tried to get too close. I like to see fields of dandelions. I don't know why they always get called weeds when other plants are called wildflowers. I tried growing one in a pot one time. It only flowered once.
There was a time when I had a rather bleak picture of my life. I saw myself growing up, getting some job, and then day after day working, going home, and going to sleep, with not much else interesting going on. I'm starting to think that I might avoid that fate somehow, though I'm not sure what will happen instead. Right now, when I'm starting to have more optimistic feelings, seems like a bad time to end the school year and go home. I really don't know that many people back home.
Still, I like the place. A nice garden out front. A chair to sit in the sun and read. A short walk to the library... Okay, a long walk. But I like to walk in the sun, with a cool breeze blowing. Or in the rain. I'm not afraid to get wet. Green grass, trees, flowers... People complain about the weather in Rochester. I think it's just because they're here in the winter and home in the summer. Of course the weather at home is better. The birds are chirping in Rochester, too, it's just that you left as soon as the snow melted.
So. Summer. Books. Flowers. The (hopefully final) end of my stint in the food service industry. All in all this is a nice time period. I can't wait to see what happens next.