THEY LOVE ME

I am now almost a graduate student. Okay, so written like that ... sounds far less exciting than it actually is. But it's really exciting. REALLY EXCITING. See, for the last week I've had this horrible scenario in my head wherein the Officious Admissions Peopleses at the Graduate School sternly page through my application until they reach my transcripts, whence they gasp and abruptly break in to loud, sustained, stomach-clutching laughter and pass the paperwork around the office for everyone to wince at and perhaps tape to the inside of the toilet-stall door. I mean I'd forgotten what an incredible fuckup I'd been as an undergraduate until I reviewed my glorious record. I failed Physics 2306 three separate times. And Mineralogy? How does anyone fail that? Or Chemistry 1045? Or Structural Geology, Calculus 1206, Differential Equations (twice!), Statics, Intro to Engineering, Fortran ... ? I mean wow, HOW WAS I SO DUMB AND LAZY? WHY DID THEY EVER GIVE ME A DEGREE? And maybe the admissions people did laugh a lot, but the end result is that I am officially a post-baccalaureate graduate student. It's a step in the right direction. Perhaps by the Autumn I will be a full-time graudate student studying physical geography or geology and running around the Great Basin in the name of science.

Tomorrow I will walk in to work and tell my boss I am almost quitting. Sort of. I'll probably sustain some sort of part-time work until I decide that E911 can go to hell and find callers the hard way. And I will also schedule an appointment to talk to the U of O geology department about the PhD process. Because geology is better than dog porn, and God knows how much I love dog porn.