Epitome of Nerdiness
Allow me to share with you this moment. It is 10:47 PM on a Monday. Led
Zepplin is playing on WinAmp. The Flash is running towards me on my desktop.
Now that the stage is set, lissen to what I have done:
My essay that is due tomorrow was completed YESTERDAY. I haven't done the
readings for the class, but I have a feeling it doesn't matter. And I don't
care. Why? I'll tell you why.
Today I got out of one of my classes two hours early, so I sat in the
departmental lounge and did some work. I drafted my Plan of Study for my
SSHRC application, and I drafted an email to send to a million and a half
sport research organizations, asking them to let me come and work with them
next term.
Then I came home, after boring class, and went to boring work. Except I
managed to complete everything, including two things I've been putting off for
weeks. And I brought my ridiculously healthy office plants home to be
repotted. They'll prolly die now. Prolly. But I digress.
Then I came home (again) and sat down at this little computer of mine. And I
wrote, and I did research, and I wrote some more, and I looked things up, and
I swore, and I wrote some more. And now -- you know what? My SSHRC
application is sitting in a sealed envelope, waiting to be handed in four days
early. The final Plan of Study has been sent to my referees, with a cozy
little reminder that the letters of appraisal are due this Friday. In
addition to this, I've sent off all the emails I wanted to.
It's an odd sensation to be temporarily caught up on everything. I'm almost
tempted to take this opportunity to get ahead, but, knowing me and my general
apathy, I probably will just end up sleeping in tomorrow. Why? BECAUSE I
CAN. Damned right.
Sorry, I'm blathering, but these things were stressing me out for a while. A
long while. Now, they're completely out of my hands, at least, for the next
day or two, and so all I can do is wait.
I'm waiting a lot these days. Waiting for people to grow up, show up, shut up
. . . Waiting for my life to magically reorganize itself into something
comprehensible. Waiting . . . for Godot? Perhaps I should read that play at
some point. Waiting for Friday. But I'll be waiting for Fridays for the next
six weeks. Bloody Markham.
And another thing: Charles, as he was dying, requested that a lecture series
be set up in his name. Done. We've all contributed to it, and they've raised
over three hundred thousand dollars, which means the lecture series can go on,
year after year, in perpetuity. But the coolest part -- and I didn't find
this out until today -- is that the very first lecture, at Charles'
insistence, will be dedicated to MY grandfather. How COOL IS THAT?
Anyway, I'll leave you to your internet musings, my lovely readers (I'm sure
you're plural -- I almost have proof!), and I'll head off to my little bed.
*waits*
Posted by Ally at October 18, 2004 10:47 PM