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So, it's entirely possible that I graduated on Saturday. I have vague memories of wearing a dress, shaking some professors hands, and eating melting cake, but that could mean anything. I keep wondering to myself why I haven't picked out my schedule for next semester, and when I realize it's because I won't be at the next semester, I don't feel the expected glee so much as a long, drawn out sort of ooooooooooooh.

It's kinda nice, but I don't know if I believe it yet.

In other news, I am not going to accept the invitation the Peace Corps issued me for Costa Rica leaving in June. Although my PO knew my weak spot (If you want to go where you're most needed, this is the spot!) I am really not so much qualified to work with youth, children and families at risk, child advocacy, or teenagers. Ugh. Teenagers. Also: Costa Rica. (Herein Costa Rica being shorthand for "Hello, beautiful country that the tourists loooove, throwing their money around to mask serious underlying social problems!) Given the choice, I'd rather deal with somewhere honestly poor, and no veneer of tourist income to deal with. And really, I don't have a whole lot of life experience to call upon working with at-risk populations. I have a lot of knowledge, but I mean, come on. I'm all of twenty-two years old. I have not yet had time to live a life from which I can preach.

So. I'm a little sad, because this may have been my shot at the Spanish speaking world, and it looks like I will be instead going to Eastern Europe or Central Asia (Tajikistan! Kyrgyzstan! the Ukraine! Bosnia! MONGOLIA!) which would be totally awesome, as I have never been to any of these places. BUT. Language flail. They are going to have me learning some ridiculous language like, I don't know, Russian, or Uzbek, or Turkish, and I will once again be reduced to communicating in cracked out charades. Which means, most likely, that I should spend my summer brushing up on my pictonary skills.

Which, incidentally, means I pretty much win at everything.
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I have about three lj entries I want to write, but that's too many topics even for me to undertake at once. SO: Let's stick to the really important ones.

Firstly: On Saturday, I cut my hair )

Secondly: I talked to my Peace Corps Placement person on Thursday, saying very politely: IT HAS BEEN A WHOLE WEEK SINCE I GOT MY MEDICAL CLEARANCE AND I AM GOING TO CRY, PLEASE TELL ME WHERE I AM GOING. (Only, with less caps lock.)

He told me that I missed actually being sent for the program I was nominated for by two whole days, and that therefore, I was going to be leaving to a STILL undetermined country some time in the July-September range. Which, I would rather be leaving sooner than that, but I was evidently nominated for Eastern Europe/Central Asia, which of all the world world I am least excited about. But, he told me that I should be hearing something soon (emphasis his).

Today, at five fifteen, I got a call from another PO, who said "so, can you be ready to leave for Latin America on June twenty-sixth?"

Um. YES. Yes, a lot? Evidently, I can expect the formal invitation into my grubby little hands by Friday.

Pretty much, I win at everything.
aintbroke: (cannot cope; off to bed)
I have been dreading, dreading, dreading this Immunogenetics presentation. Because:
Everyone in this class is brilliant.
Eight of eleven people in this class will have their PhDs by the end of this calender year.
I am so much better at the big picture than I am at the minute-ness that is genetics.
I wish I were joking when I say I have a crush on the professor.

IN SUM: Highly awesome class full of people I respect.

However. I did my presentation today. And, it went fine. Not, like, brilliant, because I didn't look up the structure of GE2 (and OH MAN, I totally had that on my to-do list)- but even with that, the presentation was OK and even more importantly, it is over. (Mogget decided to rebel against the whole "turning on" concept, and took a full ten minutes (TEN MINUTES) to boot, but even that can not sway me, because DONE DONE DONE.

I fully plan on reveling in senioritis from here on out. Ethology? Infectious organisms? Casting? Bookmaking? Dude, whatever I just gave an hour long lecture on modern allergy theory, genetics and therapy to a highly trained audience and it went FINE.
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Today I won, like, a MILLION DOLLARS* in the museum easter egg hunt.

This was, of course, funnier because I didn't know one was going on, and I brought the eggs up to the main desk to see if one of the small, childlike creatures that sometimes run though the collection had lost them. (Look, I don't know, behind the CPU sounds like the sort of place I would put something down and then forget about it.) Also: dude. Museum easter egg hunt? Seriously?

Anyway, in addition to sugar, which I really didn't need, I got a gift card for Barnes and Noble and another for the campus bookstore (which, no, HA HA, wait, this story gets better). Since I walk by the bookstore a minimum of three times a day, I stopped in on my way home from work, where I managed to be the two-hundredth person, or some nonsense, and won a free moleskine notebook. And, Ok, I get that moleskine are the trend that ate Manhattan, but they are crazily functional little books, and I love them, and I have three already, but none of them is the storyboard version. STORYBOARD NOTEBOOKS. Moleskine, you totally win at cornering my market share. I did not manage to actually spend my gift card, as I was distracted by the awesome. Perhaps I will go back and buy ANOTHER. Or not, because wandering around the art supplies just made me think about packing.

True story: I own more cubic space of art supplies than I do of clothes. I own fully a billion (And by "a billion" I mean eight or nine) partially filled mini-sketchbooks, ranging from the classic 4x6 (possibly the best size ever) to the surprisingly handy 3x4. I have them in watercolor paper, in velum, in writing moleskine, and books I have made pockets into. I have a solid range of full size sketchbooks, and a range of hot and cold press archival stuff.

I draw most often on quartered sheets of scratch paper I steal from work and doodle on in class.

The thing I am dreading most about Peace Corps is having to sort though all this. I mean, art supplies themselves are easy. Almost everyone could use a book of bristol board. Or a collection of prismacolor markers. But, the art junk. What are you supposed to do with that? For example: I have this handle from a plasic sword that looks like a lobster. I've been holding on to it for years (YEARS!), because you know, lobster, but I have not, as of yet, managed to find a use for it. Nor, have I found a use for my collection of six mm film. And my beautiful typewriter! What will I do with that?

I'm fairly positive that I won't actually miss any of this stuff once it's gone. Thinking about it right now is like choosing children.

*Million, of course, is here adjusted into my terms, and meaning "More money than I expected to see today."


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