Some incredible things happened this week, and then, some not-so-much incredible things happened too. And, I have just realized something: I AM RUNNING OUT OF PHOTO CONTENT. Not good. Not even great.
While the party is not quite done, I submitted my senior honors thesis on Monday—all 33 pages of pure, unadulterated research. However, I distinctly remember not feeling anything when I submitted it, and I can say that I currently do not feel anything. I cannot feel happy or emotional or relieved or even proud that a two-year project has been completed because I have ten thousand other things that require my attention. I constantly make lists in class, and my lists seem endless. Furthermore, this list seems kingly when I remember that this is April. My last month at Georgia Southern, as an undergrad, in Statesboro. If anything, I feel me. The same me I have felt for two years, even four years. A pendulum of stress, swinging from one problem to the next, but the upside is, I have new stresses, which implies that I am getting things done…slowly.
On Tuesday, I agreed to present my research before the university’s board of regents. Was it something I should have agreed to do? No. But, I did, and I am not sure why. Although I would have kicked myself for not saying yes, I guarantee that I will kick myself two weeks from now when I am neck-deep in due dates. I also agreed to join a group of five other students in my major’s department to have lunch with two candidates (of the four) seeking to be the department’s dean. This is a semi-grand opportunity. I am getting the inside scoop on the hiring environment and process of the PhD world. Perhaps the only thing that could dampen this opportunity is the fact that three, each having vied for the job, must go. That is tough.
I have got a massive list of things to do this weekend. Items to do include: finish a pottery project, finish a photography project (and print some pictures!), finish a research paper, create a poster presentation template, finish my side pottery projects (This has to be done this weekend. I fear that waiting too long means my things will not be glazed!), and an array of loose ends pertaining to my move to Athens this year. So, here’s to accomplishing things this weekend.