The stress levels are riding high this time of year. Reading week appears as a great shoal in the turbulent waters of our semesters. Clustered waves of midterms crash against either side, and swirling, hidden vorteces of due dates spring up unbidden, biting chunks from time spread already far too thin.
Me? I'm crawling up on the dubious support of reading week and pulling my head above water. I'm spending the entire thing snowboarding. 10 whole days. Boo for stress. I should get things done, and I know it; but quite frankly I could care less.
Although that's a lie... since I'm arranging to bring a microscope and my boxes and boxes of slides with me. It's going to be ride all day, count all night. But I'd rather have everything right there in front of me: sit at my 'scope smooth and showered in my flannels, with ice for my knees, a large steaming mug of frothy caffeination and pumped music. And just go.
Speaking of good music, I brought my computer speakers to the lab. Very, very good idea. Happy, punky productivity. Although I'm not sure if the mice who were in there last night were too terribly impressed. By me rocking out into the eyepieces.
Today: a rejection letter in the mail. And I think I'm relieved. I mean, I made it through one round.. that keeps my confidence up. And it's one less unknown, one less question mark hanging over me. And I really didn't want to go, I've had better offers...
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Me? I'm crawling up on the dubious support of reading week and pulling my head above water. I'm spending the entire thing snowboarding. 10 whole days. Boo for stress. I should get things done, and I know it; but quite frankly I could care less.
Although that's a lie... since I'm arranging to bring a microscope and my boxes and boxes of slides with me. It's going to be ride all day, count all night. But I'd rather have everything right there in front of me: sit at my 'scope smooth and showered in my flannels, with ice for my knees, a large steaming mug of frothy caffeination and pumped music. And just go.
Speaking of good music, I brought my computer speakers to the lab. Very, very good idea. Happy, punky productivity. Although I'm not sure if the mice who were in there last night were too terribly impressed. By me rocking out into the eyepieces.
Today: a rejection letter in the mail. And I think I'm relieved. I mean, I made it through one round.. that keeps my confidence up. And it's one less unknown, one less question mark hanging over me. And I really didn't want to go, I've had better offers...
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Have fun on the slopes