Thursday, December 02, 2004
The other day at lunch I missed Rebekah, thus thwarting my intent to establish home movement. The plasma people could not let me donate because in October I donated blood and must therefore wait an additional four weeks. Oh, well. Tonight I plan to sell ice cream with the Classical Society. The club will probably not make any money, though; I saw no fliers anywhere. I was too busy this month to attend meetings, or I might have suggested a little advertisement, which I would have thought to be self-evident. If this event cancels unforeseeably, I shall be moved to anger/crushing disappointment.
I slept perhaps six hours total of the past forty-eight. I could not fall asleep until after one, and then I tossed intermittently until dawn. Shortly thereafter I arose for breakfast. Stress prevented slumber, for I have been conflicted about precisely how I am to pay for summer school this year (I need to take German and Latin) and where I am to live during that period. At the beginning of the semester I mentioned to the Father I would need to enroll during the summer, but he adamantly opposed the idea because it meant he would be compelled to take out more loans. I suppose I must, as usual, do this myself. Hopefully next semester I'll work and donate enough plasma to secure a summer lease on the apartments near campus.
In addition I tormented myself about whether I fit the degree goals I set. I decided to fairly nix the idea of teacher certification, because I would rather be a professor than a high school teacher. I plan to achieve the Classics M. A. and doctorate from the University of Texas (if I receive enough fellowships, grants, and scholarships, though, I would rather attend graduate school out-of-state), which does include an optional teaching certification track. Ultimately I want to live and work abroad in Germany or Japan (preferably Japan), just because I believe it would be crazy fun.
For about two seconds I considered majoring in international business, but that requires senses and drives I simply do not possess. I could make an "A" in financing, marketing, and managerial classes, but I doubt I could competently apply any knowledge thereby gained, when unleashed. I suppose it's fear, really- to succeed I would have to be especially aggressive and gutsy. I prefer analyzing frescoes; granted, it is a less financially lucrative route, but if I am destined to become rich I want to achieve that status with as little personal effort as possible.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 6:56 AM]