I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t think I have sat down in 3 months. Emotionally sat down, I mean. And I haven’t seen the sun in 5. I am so tired. Imagine running a marathon the last four years and then right as you get to the home stretch someone lights you on fire. Welcome to the last month of senior year.
I’m a traitor to The College of Idaho, and have been informed of that fact many times over these past few weeks. Ever since the CWI commercial I’m in started showing up on the television sets of my professors and friends, I’ve been sassed unrelentingly for my faithless ways. Which like… fair, but I’m an actress, and we’re notorious for being bad about that sort of thing.
Hi. It’s been a while. Sorry, I’ve been a bit neglectful of you guys. I have a confession though: I’m a Boonie. What a shocker that one is, right? Some people in this world get their jollies by pushing numbers around, and I guess I’m becoming one of the jolliest. Maybe there’s not glamour, I don’t know, but the future’s shiny to me. We won’t be lawyers, and heck, most of us on the ground floor of Boone won’t be going to med school. We get the research/engineering path.
Some jerk said that you have to spend 10,000 hours doing something before you are truly a master at it. Thankfully that means I am a master of sitting, sleeping, being awake, listening to ABBA, and potentially even thinking. The last is to be debated. Yet, there is a particular mastery that I crave too deeply. The metrics are not entirely applicable, but still the hours linger when I start to think about my progress towards the dream goal:
I have been very fortunate as a student here at The College of Idaho to have two majors that I’ve loved in such a way as to make my probable future as a waitress somewhat worth it (I’m kidding Professor Schaper, I know how much you hate the waitress jokes). When I made the choice to major in Literature in English and Theatre, I knew it would likely be challenging, as both degrees rested within the same PEAK category.