Actual Entry
Dec. 22nd, 2006 11:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elsajeniSo, I've decided that it's probably about time for an actual substantive entry, especially since rather a lot has gone on in the, er, few months since I last posted such a thing. (Just checked; looks like my last relatively substantive entry was in mid-October sometime. Not quite as long as I thought.)
Most major change: I've withdrawn from Rice, effective this recently-ended fall semester, and don't know yet when, or even really if, I'll be returning. I do plan to return to school and finish a degree; the question is mainly when, and at what institution. (University of Houston, for instance, would be a less stressful environment -- stress and anxiety and general hideous burnout being the main reasons behind my withdrawal -- and would also have free tuition, since my dad works there.) I am still constantly surprised at how easily my parents dealt with the sudden idea of, "Wait, you want to leave school?" (they're both Ph.D.'d and were somewhat bewildered by the idea). My dad keeps calling me, inviting me to, say, come over and watch a James Bond movie or go out to lunch, and then springing Significant Conversations about the future on me, but they're at least universally benevolent Significant Conversations, his primary theme being, "Honest, I don't care where you go to school or what kind of grades you get, but I do want to make sure you're able to cope with life," and my mom almost instantly changed her primary objective concerning me from "pester offspring about internships" to "send offspring clippings about any kind of remotely classroom-related activity offered anywhere in the world", which is why I am now half-buried under a hopeless pile of summer course catalogs from Leisure Learning Unlimited (okay, cooking and dance and other sort of pointless classes, neat enough), the Glassell School of Art (I can kind of see where she's going with this one, since I did always enjoy their summer-vacation kids' classes), NYU (... no damn idea), and so forth, and overall I think those are both firmly on the "Guarded, But Positive" side of the "You're doing what?" parental reaction spectrum.
Relatively minor events: Zack and I now occasionally appear to have become an actual grown-up couple somewhat integrated into an actual grown-up family; we were instructed to bring sweet potatoes to Thanksgiving dinner, did so successfully, and have now been entrusted with the pumpkin pie for Christmas. The tiny tree is up, fully decorated, and in serious danger of being crushed under a drift of lovely wrapped packages sent by Zack's mom. I have read more books in the month-plus-a-bit since deciding to withdraw than in the entirety of the two years previous (okay, read more books for pleasure -- English major, after all). I turned 21 and bought crappy mango wine coolers for a gathering of my friends, mainly because I could; they were delicious and I was very giggly. We went to my church's Christmas pageant with my parents; although there was no tiger at the manger, as there has been in years past, the littlest angel briefly broke loose and spent a good ten minutes spinning in gleeful circles, apparently chasing her halo, in the center aisle of the church. I did, in fact, save up enough money for a DS, and have shown Big Brain Academy who's boss.
... That's about the extent of it, really.
Most major change: I've withdrawn from Rice, effective this recently-ended fall semester, and don't know yet when, or even really if, I'll be returning. I do plan to return to school and finish a degree; the question is mainly when, and at what institution. (University of Houston, for instance, would be a less stressful environment -- stress and anxiety and general hideous burnout being the main reasons behind my withdrawal -- and would also have free tuition, since my dad works there.) I am still constantly surprised at how easily my parents dealt with the sudden idea of, "Wait, you want to leave school?" (they're both Ph.D.'d and were somewhat bewildered by the idea). My dad keeps calling me, inviting me to, say, come over and watch a James Bond movie or go out to lunch, and then springing Significant Conversations about the future on me, but they're at least universally benevolent Significant Conversations, his primary theme being, "Honest, I don't care where you go to school or what kind of grades you get, but I do want to make sure you're able to cope with life," and my mom almost instantly changed her primary objective concerning me from "pester offspring about internships" to "send offspring clippings about any kind of remotely classroom-related activity offered anywhere in the world", which is why I am now half-buried under a hopeless pile of summer course catalogs from Leisure Learning Unlimited (okay, cooking and dance and other sort of pointless classes, neat enough), the Glassell School of Art (I can kind of see where she's going with this one, since I did always enjoy their summer-vacation kids' classes), NYU (... no damn idea), and so forth, and overall I think those are both firmly on the "Guarded, But Positive" side of the "You're doing what?" parental reaction spectrum.
Relatively minor events: Zack and I now occasionally appear to have become an actual grown-up couple somewhat integrated into an actual grown-up family; we were instructed to bring sweet potatoes to Thanksgiving dinner, did so successfully, and have now been entrusted with the pumpkin pie for Christmas. The tiny tree is up, fully decorated, and in serious danger of being crushed under a drift of lovely wrapped packages sent by Zack's mom. I have read more books in the month-plus-a-bit since deciding to withdraw than in the entirety of the two years previous (okay, read more books for pleasure -- English major, after all). I turned 21 and bought crappy mango wine coolers for a gathering of my friends, mainly because I could; they were delicious and I was very giggly. We went to my church's Christmas pageant with my parents; although there was no tiger at the manger, as there has been in years past, the littlest angel briefly broke loose and spent a good ten minutes spinning in gleeful circles, apparently chasing her halo, in the center aisle of the church. I did, in fact, save up enough money for a DS, and have shown Big Brain Academy who's boss.
... That's about the extent of it, really.
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Date: 2006-12-23 09:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-24 04:03 pm (UTC)or just hang....
what books did you read for pleasure btw?