time is an illusion; lunchtime doubly so
Nov. 2nd, 2005 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theladyroseIt feels like it ought to be the end of the week already; perhaps it's because I've had to get a lot of big things done lately. I've turned in my first college app and an English essay. This evening I finished working on a new Counterpoint layout (well, Alex and I still have entertainment and sports to do but that should be pretty quick) and my senior page. Due to my indecisive obsessive-compulsive tendencies, I redid the entire thing at the last minute in Photoshop. The design isn't exactly what I wanted it to be-originally I wanted to do a photo montage of sorts-but as I didn't have the time or the resources, I'm fine with the way it is now. Surprisingly I had problems trying to pick the perfect quotation, but I'm satisfied enough with what I have.
It's strange to think that there are so few requirements left that I have to do as a senior. Soon my senior talk will be written (well, hopefully) and delivered a few weeks from now. And then I just have to somehow finish college applications if I work up the motivation to meet with an English teacher to discuss revisions. I don't really see things as "this is the last time I will do this" for some reason; I never thought "This is my last father-daughter dance" or "This is my last tie ceremony" or "Only thirty-odd days until I'm a second semester senior." It's all the moments in between that I find more interesting.
The way I've been getting through things is by thinking "Once I get X done, I only have Y more things to do." In some strange ways I find work very soothing; I like the sense of crossing things off of a to-do list and being able to push aside what's bothering me when concentrating on a task. Yet the steady march of assignments that keep croping up are starting to wear down. I want the slogging to be over so that I can move on to all of the other things that I've been putting off, all those messages I've been meaning to write but haven't had the time to do.
Oh, and I'm not flunking Italian after all!
This, my friends, is a personal cause for celebration. I must say that the student described in my comment cards sounds much more intelligent and more dedicated than me...
It's strange to think that there are so few requirements left that I have to do as a senior. Soon my senior talk will be written (well, hopefully) and delivered a few weeks from now. And then I just have to somehow finish college applications if I work up the motivation to meet with an English teacher to discuss revisions. I don't really see things as "this is the last time I will do this" for some reason; I never thought "This is my last father-daughter dance" or "This is my last tie ceremony" or "Only thirty-odd days until I'm a second semester senior." It's all the moments in between that I find more interesting.
The way I've been getting through things is by thinking "Once I get X done, I only have Y more things to do." In some strange ways I find work very soothing; I like the sense of crossing things off of a to-do list and being able to push aside what's bothering me when concentrating on a task. Yet the steady march of assignments that keep croping up are starting to wear down. I want the slogging to be over so that I can move on to all of the other things that I've been putting off, all those messages I've been meaning to write but haven't had the time to do.
Oh, and I'm not flunking Italian after all!
This, my friends, is a personal cause for celebration. I must say that the student described in my comment cards sounds much more intelligent and more dedicated than me...
