It feels good.
But I don't feel the complete sense of freedom that usually accompanies the end of a semester.
I am 100% sure that this has to do with the following things:
1.I still have a project on the effects of low oxygen on fathead minnow egg development to complete, write a paper, and make a poster for.
2. I was so sure that I would be participating in another internship this year, but mis-communication and lack of money has forced my to stay home.
3.I want to be doing something with my life and I'm just not there yet.
It doesn't help that this seems to be engagement season for everyone single and Mormon. It's always exciting for those parties getting engaged, but a bit of a downer to those of us not so lucky. I can only blame myself, really, but it does make you very aware of your single status when people are prepping to be eternally bound to their companion.
Enough of that rant.
Gloria is cooking something with octopus downstairs. My door is open so I can hear my home teachers when they arrive and the smell is rather pungent.
Not horrible, just...strong.
Home teachers just left. It was good to have them here. I don't get that enough. Too bad one of them is leaving for the summer.
"Are you doing an internship this summer?"
No. No I am not. The more I think about that the more I regret it. I wish I had tried harder. Still, volunteering is also a good thing. Sometimes when you volunteer and do a great job, they take that into account and even try to get you to stay by offering you a job. I'm not counting on it, but you never know.
What is this feeling? I don't understand it. A pressure on my heart and my soul. Not bad, not good...restless? Not even that. I don't have a word for it and that means I don't know how to go about figuring it out.
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