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Tuesday, October 10, 2000 More of the Same Today's observation: If you're at the top of the largest staircase in Klapper Hall, and you let out a loud, ragged scream, there's a nice echo effect that makes it seem even more dramatic. Today's second observation: None of the other students within earshot will bat an eyelash. Professor J asked me how I was feeling just when we hit the stairs, you see.
The good news: The Marshall application is done! I ended up being called upon to make a few more changes (which required me to type the whole application form up all over again), but when I left college at about 7 PM, everything was finished and ready for mailing. Next week, it'll be time for Round Two: the Fulbright application.
I have come to the realization that I simply don't have time for everything I'm supposed to be doing, and that something's gonna have to be dropped if I'm gonna keep my sanity. The two main options at this point, then, are:
I'm tending towards the first of those. The catch is that choosing the first of those would drop me below full-time status, possibly (but not probably) causing financial aid trouble... and that it wouldn't look very good on my transcript. Taking it Pass/No Credit might be a better choice, from that standpoint. On the other hand, with the P/NC option I'd still have to go to class, and it would be lovely to get Thursdays free, especially given the bundle of frustration it is just now. I dunno. I've agreed to think it over for a week before doing anything I'm-- no, already did that last week. Well, before doing anything else I'm likely to regret down the line.
In other news, I painted a picture of my brother Monday night, after the fast. Or I tried to, anyway. I spent close to an hour trying to come up with an acrylic representation of his skin tone before giving up and just using the least ridiculous of the shades I'd come up with. After which I got to trying to depict his features, and... oy. Let's just say that it doesn't look at all like him, although it would be pretty clear to a casual observer that the subject of my painting is a human being. Which is something, I guess. Or so I try to tell myself. I don't buy it. It sucks.
One of the final steps for the Marshall thing was getting six passport-sized photos, which I did this morning. Seeing the results definitely drove home to me the fact that I really must call my ocular plastic surgeon. I'm about a month overdue for my next appointment. I may even have time for it, soon... and seeing said photos definitely reminded me that if 'tis possible and plausible, I want the surgery done. I want my eyelashes back! ...although I really really want general anesthesia for the work, if so. I'm very glad that I hardly remember the surgery on the eyelid from immediately after the accident.
And that concludes today's installment of the train wreck in progress. I can't say I ever expected to have one of those journals, but if the shoe fits...
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