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I feel the tug of a new path in life. Yet, I don’t know that I want to go. It’s like someone is grabbing my left arm saying “go this way,” and I’m saying “no, this way” as point to the right. Where am I going? It’s a direction I hadn’t considered before, and it’s scary. What happens if I choose this new path? It’s wildly divergent from where I thought I was going.

As I write, I’m reminded of Frost’s “The Road Less Traveled.” Could it get anymore trite? Everyone knows this poem. That’s where the “trite” comes in. Great poem. But hardly original to have it pop in my mind now.

For the first time I can remember, I didn’t react when someone yelled at me. Nothing. Silence. No waiting for my say. In fact, I wasn’t thinking of anything to say in reply. It wasn’t about me. The problem, as this person saw it, was that I didn’t understand. Perhaps not. Perhaps it helps to be clear in your speaking?

When avoiding your advisor in graduate school, a graduate student will go to great lengths. The amount of effort that goes into avoidance could be put to use in writing or research, but it’s not. I don’t think this is just a phenomena particular to graduate students. The diagram below could apply to any cubicle farm anywhere.

Another trip down memory lane…

Boy am I glad I don’t have to sit on a couch like this again. Although we had a couch like this in our office, it was too gross to sit on. It was nearly impossible to get off (or out of) the couch once you sat down. Ours was probably a dumpster save. The answer to the question above…NO!!!

Need a little laughter? Check out The Onion for their women’s issue. Oh, and check out this article if you’ve ever realized how crazy, messed up your love life is (NWS). Now, why do I know the feeling?

Well my biggest concern today is getting everything ready for the program tomorrow night. I’ve been busy this morning emailing and printing out the necessities for the program. Tomorrow I will get to the grocery store to buy cookies and napkins. Fun. I am hoping for a good turnout. I want to see 30 parents there. We have far more than that who could come. This is the first event for my project, and the first project and event that I have been in charge.

I realized today that I haven’t written about hula and Tahitian dancing for awhile now. No, I haven’t quit. I’m preparing for competition in July. I think it is a worth while experience. Now, do I think I will make it past preliminaries? No. But that’s okay. I have realized that it takes time to become a good dancer. Hula and Tahitian dancing look easy. They aren’t. I’m having a lot more fun though!

I need to train more and change my diet. Fun. Well, not so fun.

Part of graduate school includes a Friday afternoon seminar, affectinately known as “colloquium.” I think most schools put them on Friday afternooons at 4 pm. We were supposed to go. I know plenty of people who didn’t. I didn’t. They couldn’t require that you go–just suggest that you attend. These seminars are the most boring in the world, unless a graduate student was giving one. These poor visiting professors had very little clue on how to present data so that everyone stayed awake. It didn’t help that these seminars are held in a lecture hall in the dark. Here’s something that would have kept us busy though. I might have attended more seminars…well, maybe not.

I had a great day yesterday. No, I didn’t win the lottery, nor did I suddenly come into money. My job still isn’t paying. Nothing actually changed. But, it was an amazing day. Peaceful. No internal voice telling me “you can’t.” It was a day when my typical crap never came up. Never! So I’m celebrating my little triumph.