I would like to dedicate this post to the past four years of my life, to those spring breaks that involved little break. This is for them.
I write to say that I am currently on “Spring Break”…a break consisting of a research paper and a photography project. It is always all-work around here. I do not ever remember taking a substantive break in college. I have always worked on an assignment that was due shortly after students returned. My summers were spent in college to snag required classes each time I changed my major or sped through core (Mind you, I have only changed my major once). This time is no different. However, do not think this is complaining. It is not. I genuinely prefer this to sleeping and eating all day.
Something else I have noticed year after year: The one time I have the opportunity to lay out and catch sun rays, it is FREEZING cold. Yet, in the weeks before and after spring break, it is mild, hot occasionally. Not ideal. Definitely not ideal.
I would have popped by sooner had midterms not occupied the forefront of my mind. The good thing: They are done. The bad thing: How do they affect my grades? Unfortunately, I will not know that little problema (Intentional spelling.) until after next week.
I have decided to go to grad school in Athens. The decision is final. Tuesday, an opportunity opened up allowing me to hop onto a good friend’s leasing agreement. I have interpreted this to be a sign. Sitting on the fence too long can be quite worrisome, so this was my opportunity (housing) on top of another opportunity (grad school). Although this apartment complex in Athens is the opposite of my living conditions in Statesboro, I have to make do. The good thing is: It is a five-minute walk (Three if I walk at my normal pace) to my actual BUILDING. Like, wow.
While I keep crossing my fingers that I may pick up funding, I will most likely have to take out student loans, which is frightening. I hate being in debt or knowing that I am indebted to someone or something, no matter the predicament. It is like a contract that cannot be broken until I have paid my dues, and still, the very fact that someone or something was willing to go out of their way for me will demand a constant reminder. I hope to pick up a job. I am going to need it.
Regardless, at the end of the day or when they finally confer a degree, I need to be able to say I made the right decision. That’s all.
In other news, I am back in classes next week! I have a research paper that is not yet finished but almost there! I also need to take a few shots for my photography project. Furthermore, I have spent the week investigating what I want to make in the pottery studio (Pinterest is the mecca of ceramic kitchenware ideas!)…hopefully my clay-making group will be merciful.