I graduate in 28 days. Twenty. Eight. Days. I can’t even comprehend how fast this semester has gone. Usually I look at my phone’s “countdown to graduation” widget and think, oh, dear god, THAT many days left? But this semester that widget has looked more like a stopwatch. Every time I look at it I’m shocked. Wait, how many days left? How many weeks is that? There’s so little time!
There’s three final projects to finish, a graduation stage to walk across, a ton of preparation for my Europe trip, packing up my entire apartment, signing a new lease across the state, scheduling movers, moving, and, most importantly, hours of celebration. All this before the end of June!
How to explain my extended absence this time, readers? It’s not that I haven’t had time. That’s my usual excuse. I have had time. It’s thoughts I’ve been short on. Senioritis. I’m at a loss for anything interesting to say about school.
I’m going to go on another rant about group projects. I know I’ve written about that before, but that was an eloquent, well thought-out post, whereas this is just going to be me bitching. Here goes. The team thing is just out of control. Senior design project: teams of five. Alternative energy projects: teams of two. Heat transfer lab: write the lab reports in teams of two or three. Heat transfer lab project: teams of three.
This post is about dogs. Corgis specifically. I will try to tie it to school at the end, but the truth is, it’s pretty much about Corgis.
I’m a cat person. I don’t like dogs. I’ve never liked dogs. I don’t like their breath, or their drool, or the crotch-sniffing. They’re loud and obnoxious. They’re wiry. They don’t melt into your lap like a cat. They have to be walked. They don’t use a litter box. They never leave you alone. Eugh! Dogs! Continue reading →