pendraggin (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pendraggin) wrote,@ 2008-07-01 15:05:00 |
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Another one bites the dust
To belabor a previous description, I used the shards of glass to scour the frying pan clean. I yanked the dagger out of my back to slice and dice the cholla cactus for a unique southwestern stir-fry. Still no ideas of what to do with the polar bear fecal matter.
So shortly after I was convinced and committed to Cornell, rather happily, I was presented with an unforeseen complication with the approval of my would-be graduate committee. I discussed my options with my Cornell advisor, who told me frankly I now had no options for Cornell. My longstanding fallback plan fell through. Following this shocking bombshell I scrambled and asked the fellow at Humboldt if the position out there was still available. It was, PHEW, so now I'm going to California. My brain has flipped 180 degrees and convinced myself that this is a better route for me to take. Funny how that works. Although there are some isolated aspects that are sub-optimal, I think things will be okay. Hurrah for supportive friends.
In all my exasperation regarding higher education, I have totally neglected telling tales of my adventures in the southwest. For shame. Yesterday the New Mexico project officially wrapped up. It was an exciting, lively, (really hot) experience. More musings later. The job ended with a three-day drive from southern New Mexico to central Wisconsin. It was remarkable to observe the country's changing landscape-- it went from cows grazing on pale red sun-baked dust to cows grazing in vibrantly green fields occasionally submerged under water. It came out to about 26 hours of driving. Woohoo, I can handle long-distance driving! Uh, under the condition that I can sing and car-dance along to the radio all day long.
To belabor a previous description, I used the shards of glass to scour the frying pan clean. I yanked the dagger out of my back to slice and dice the cholla cactus for a unique southwestern stir-fry. Still no ideas of what to do with the polar bear fecal matter.
So shortly after I was convinced and committed to Cornell, rather happily, I was presented with an unforeseen complication with the approval of my would-be graduate committee. I discussed my options with my Cornell advisor, who told me frankly I now had no options for Cornell. My longstanding fallback plan fell through. Following this shocking bombshell I scrambled and asked the fellow at Humboldt if the position out there was still available. It was, PHEW, so now I'm going to California. My brain has flipped 180 degrees and convinced myself that this is a better route for me to take. Funny how that works. Although there are some isolated aspects that are sub-optimal, I think things will be okay. Hurrah for supportive friends.
In all my exasperation regarding higher education, I have totally neglected telling tales of my adventures in the southwest. For shame. Yesterday the New Mexico project officially wrapped up. It was an exciting, lively, (really hot) experience. More musings later. The job ended with a three-day drive from southern New Mexico to central Wisconsin. It was remarkable to observe the country's changing landscape-- it went from cows grazing on pale red sun-baked dust to cows grazing in vibrantly green fields occasionally submerged under water. It came out to about 26 hours of driving. Woohoo, I can handle long-distance driving! Uh, under the condition that I can sing and car-dance along to the radio all day long.
