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bitchy_merlin) wrote2009-02-08 11:01 pm
bitchy_merlin) wrote2009-02-08 11:01 pm
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Pfffff.... time management, who needs that? I mean, it's not like I have anything better to do with my time than post about my life, right?
*facepalm*
Y'know what would be useful? A trial run at life, so you could go back and be all "ok, well, I messed up here, here, and here; I'll really go for it this time and fix my mistakes". I can dream. Speaking of which, I had a nightmare about pickles the other night. Swear to God, creepiest thing I ever saw. *shudders* I knew I hated pickles for a reason.
...Also, if this is true... part SQUICK, part OMFG THAT IS SO AWESOME, SCIENCE RULES! "Excuse me, Ms. Jones, could you open your mouth a bit wider? Your appendix is slightly larger than expected. Don't worry, this procedure includes complementary mouthwash..." Ok, tasteless jokes over with.
*facepalm*
Annnyway. I'm incredibly excited for the rest of this school year. Guys, it's already February! I can't really believe it. And there's still March Break (FRANCE, OMFG FRANCE, FRAAAAANCE! Counting. Down. The. Days.), and Classics Conference (Extreme Nerdiness!!!!), and hey, next weekend is four days long! ^_^
I have also recieved word that rugby is starting again... Um. Yeah. About that. The part where I went from gymnastics almost every day to "exercise? what's that?"... haha. NOT. >.< I doubt I'll do the pre-season training at any rate. 1) The other girls scare me and 2) It starts on the 15th of Feb and I had no clue until tonight. So.
But, the main focus of this post: Yeeeah, there's this place called Queen's, see, and they have this Commerce program. That's apparently really good. And my dad kind of had his hopes set on me going in there. Except (!) over the course of attempting to write an essay on why they should let me into the program, I realised that I could think of no logical reason why I wanted to get in. So that was kind of an anvil to the face (maybe an anvil would've had more subtlety). I must confess, I don't understand how people can do it, paying thousands of dollars to be miserable for years, in fields they're not interested in. Maybe that's shallow of me. Probably. Sorry.
Anyway, basically I realised that if I studied Commerce at Queen's, I would probably .... miserable, I think, is not too strong a word. And then dad did kind of a runner except not really, he just kind of got up and went to the (exercise) club to I guess get over it. Not that I think he's suceeded in that yet, but. I mean, I wouldn't mind doing a minor or something in business administration or whatever but I don't know if I would really enjoy myself majoring in it. Wow, I sound like a wuss writing this. But it's... mostly true? AFAIK at this point anway.
I have also recieved word that rugby is starting again... Um. Yeah. About that. The part where I went from gymnastics almost every day to "exercise? what's that?"... haha. NOT. >.< I doubt I'll do the pre-season training at any rate. 1) The other girls scare me and 2) It starts on the 15th of Feb and I had no clue until tonight. So.
But, the main focus of this post: Yeeeah, there's this place called Queen's, see, and they have this Commerce program. That's apparently really good. And my dad kind of had his hopes set on me going in there. Except (!) over the course of attempting to write an essay on why they should let me into the program, I realised that I could think of no logical reason why I wanted to get in. So that was kind of an anvil to the face (maybe an anvil would've had more subtlety). I must confess, I don't understand how people can do it, paying thousands of dollars to be miserable for years, in fields they're not interested in. Maybe that's shallow of me. Probably. Sorry.
Anyway, basically I realised that if I studied Commerce at Queen's, I would probably .... miserable, I think, is not too strong a word. And then dad did kind of a runner except not really, he just kind of got up and went to the (exercise) club to I guess get over it. Not that I think he's suceeded in that yet, but. I mean, I wouldn't mind doing a minor or something in business administration or whatever but I don't know if I would really enjoy myself majoring in it. Wow, I sound like a wuss writing this. But it's... mostly true? AFAIK at this point anway.
Y'know what would be useful? A trial run at life, so you could go back and be all "ok, well, I messed up here, here, and here; I'll really go for it this time and fix my mistakes". I can dream. Speaking of which, I had a nightmare about pickles the other night. Swear to God, creepiest thing I ever saw. *shudders* I knew I hated pickles for a reason.
...Also, if this is true... part SQUICK, part OMFG THAT IS SO AWESOME, SCIENCE RULES! "Excuse me, Ms. Jones, could you open your mouth a bit wider? Your appendix is slightly larger than expected. Don't worry, this procedure includes complementary mouthwash..." Ok, tasteless jokes over with.