Still Standing


Try as you might, grad school, you can't keep a good girl down.

My two TA jobs are thoroughly kicking my ass. Well, really it's just the one hard one. I spent over 12 hours marking the first problem set, and i really rushed through it. If I have to read one more drunken-walk problem, I'm going to barf. My hair is greasy and my mascara is all smeared, and my back is killing from being horribly hunched over my crappy 1960's desk for so long. But I'm still standing, and...

I don't care! Why? Because...

I
Am
Going
* to *
INDIA!!!

I'm a bit excited about this; can you tell?

I was really nervous about asking my supervisor for permission, but yesterday I prayed and then sucked it up, and just asked. And he was like, "Sure, that's fine. Saving the world, eh?" So now I'm for sure going. I told my parents about it in an email, but they've been to lazy to reply, which I'm going to take as a "Yes, you have our permission and blessing to take this trip that normally we'd be totally paranoid about."

So now everything that stresses me out about school, and spending Valentine's Day with my cat, and my crappy haircut and my weird back pain don't seem important anymore, because in May I will be in Calcutta, doing work that is actually meaningful. Needless to say, I don't feel like I'm very alive when I'm in my cubicle, marking someone's problem set or cranking through lines and lines of MATLAB code, that's for sure. I want to go to Calcutta, and see what the world outside of my life is really like, and see if I can help do something about it. This is all God intervening in my life - I can totally feel that. Which is weird because I have never been very confident of my, like, spiritual intuition; I mean, I've never heard a voice from Heaven telling me what to do, and only rarely have I done anything where I felt like this was God guiding me. So...spiritual growth, perhaps? Eh...I should probably shut it before I say something stupid.

I am off to Lettuce, to replace some of my broken needles. Ah crap, I wont make it before 6. Ah, but it's Wednesday, which means late hours! Sweet.

Posted: Wed - February 2, 2005 at 05:49 PM        

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