Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Plus, I Really Like That Duck Song
If I'm serious about this quest for putting down roots and not just complaining randomly, then I have an opportunity, in the next couple of weeks, to demonstrate it. I need another job/internship come September. I don't really have any leads. My school's job list hasn't arrived yet. So, I could be searching for employment here in Philadelphia. Set myself up, go back to Antioch for a few months to finish my degree, and come back next summer or fall, after figuring out how to do this cross-cultural co-op thing. It's the cross-cultural co-op that's got me screwed, really. I like the idea of it. But because I have to do it, that's another four months of my life I can't control as I might want to.
It's a decent plan, I suppose. Actually, it's not. Why set up here for 8 months instead of 4, knowing I'll pretty much have to be gone for another 8 straight months? Why Philly? Why was that damn Buddha so right about desire for permanence? Why does Antioch have to be so good for me and so so wrong? I'm ready to be done with it. Thanks for helping with my resume, thanks for helping my confidence, and thanks for the education. But really, I'm done with you. Please?
I should wind up here, while I can still pretend that this is semi-coherent. And there's a screaming baby in my office. Which strangely isn't helping my mood.
If I'm serious about this quest for putting down roots and not just complaining randomly, then I have an opportunity, in the next couple of weeks, to demonstrate it. I need another job/internship come September. I don't really have any leads. My school's job list hasn't arrived yet. So, I could be searching for employment here in Philadelphia. Set myself up, go back to Antioch for a few months to finish my degree, and come back next summer or fall, after figuring out how to do this cross-cultural co-op thing. It's the cross-cultural co-op that's got me screwed, really. I like the idea of it. But because I have to do it, that's another four months of my life I can't control as I might want to.
It's a decent plan, I suppose. Actually, it's not. Why set up here for 8 months instead of 4, knowing I'll pretty much have to be gone for another 8 straight months? Why Philly? Why was that damn Buddha so right about desire for permanence? Why does Antioch have to be so good for me and so so wrong? I'm ready to be done with it. Thanks for helping with my resume, thanks for helping my confidence, and thanks for the education. But really, I'm done with you. Please?
I should wind up here, while I can still pretend that this is semi-coherent. And there's a screaming baby in my office. Which strangely isn't helping my mood.