I felt especially good after my vocal lesson today: Susan said my piece was coming along wonderfully. Hooray!
However, I was a little disheartened, as she confirmed that I am required to sing for a jury at the end of the semester. Hooray for one thing, poo for another.
I have an Italian aria CD that has my piece on it, but naturally, it is the only song (of which I know) that skips. Tyche, you are a mean lady sometimes.
The computer at the Communication Studies desk is still gone, which means I can't order any of the supplies the office needs. Nothing incredibly important is on the list, but cleaning supplies are included and I want to clean the counters again. Somehow, everything gets disgustingly dirty in a week. Do small children with grubby hands come in everyday when I'm not around and rub their skin all over our stuff? It must be so.
I can't wait to finish our Small Group Comm. activism project. It's been a wild ride, and nothing turned out the way we predicted (or at least prepared for), but I suppose that's all part of the learning process of working in a small group.
Don't let me forget to blog for Interpersonal Comm.! I don't like missing points.
As I sat at work, I daydreamed about get-rich-quick schemes that took half the time and actually worked, and how I would love for them to be real so I could make even a little extra money. I so detest being too poor to afford things. I have my eye on a cheap looking, cheap costing Jolteon ring. I would prefer it to be Vaporeon (the seller has Flareon and Jolteon for sale), but I'll take what I can get. I desperately want to spend the six dollars and get it, so I can wear a Pokemon around my finger and appear to be more nerdy than I already do, but a horribly depressing pang of guilt stabs me every time I click on my Etsy cart to buy it. I donated a small amount to a good cause a few days ago, and yet it's impossible for me to spend any money at all on myself.
Mitch judges at Club 3 on Saturday, so I'll get some good Diamond-time in; although, it also means that I have to cram a whole weekend's worth of homework-doing into a day--Sunday, I have to wake up ridiculously early to sing at a church for choir, and then later that evening, I have ELP. I wonder if, sixty years from now, the new scientists (or whatever...if they're even called scientists anymore) will wonder how my generation and those a little before and after me ever handled the intense pressure society (and we) put on ourselves.
Then, of course, I wonder if we're all just making it up. But that doesn't seem right: Grandma's told me before how it boggles her mind--how much we're expected to do and all the places we're expected to be. I'm not complaining, because there's not much I can do, and it seems that I've juggled my time very well so far, but it does interest me in a slightly discomforting way.
What are your thoughts on Generation Y?