It's been a while...

The beginning of the year is always this period of massive flux and uncertainty. I did not, however, expect the beginning of senior year to be such an emotional roller coaster and honestly, such a drain. So much has happened in the past week that I can't really think straight, and I've only spent two nights in my room. It's an interesting beginning.

I need to get back to writing on this blog because I realized how cathartic it was to write down what I was doing over the summer, and this year will be just as crazy a ride. So I am making the plan to do more of that. In the mean time, check out this video that Jen recommended. It is the craziest thing I think I've ever seen.

Oh, Harvard...

So I'm sitting in the basement of Kirkland, "working" as a storage monitor, reading and staing into space. I've been assigned to the ever-important B-entryway refrigerator room. It's pretty badass...

So I'm sitting here, pretending to read, when something green and shiny nestled among the fridges catches my eye. It's about two feet high, weirdly shaped and has two tube thingys sticking out of it. After closer inspection, I realized it's a hookah. Just sitting there, hanging out with the fridges. It also has matches, some charcoal and other hookah-y paraphenalia sitting on top of it.

Now, this raises a few questions in my mind. First of all, it has no storage label on it. How can I conscientiously release an item from storage without the proper documentation? That would be ethically wrong. And why did the person who owns this object place it in the refigerator room? Does he or she classify it as a food storage device? Perhaps he or she felt it would be more inconspicuous grouped with the hundreds of illegal microwaves in the refrigerator room? It's all such an enigma.

Also, they took my candles out of my room but they let THIS into storage? So unfair...

;-)


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The return of stress and angst and fun

I can officially move in tomorrow at 11am. I'm working as a Storage Monitor in Kirkland tomorrow and Saturday, so I get to move in my stuff earlier-ish.

Move-in has sneaked up on me and I'm not sure I like that. I want more time at home to be lazy and hang out with my mother. Where did that time go? Since when do I have to go and be a senior?

Oof.

Well, like it or not, I have to go do the senior thing pretty soon, so we'll see how that goes. I've also dived back into the thesis pool or jumped back on board the train or whatever and started thinking about my thesis again. I'm reading Writing Your Dissertation in Fifteen Minutes a Day, which tells you to write at least fifteen minutes each day on your thesis. Now I don't really have a thesis to write, only ideas, but Joan Bolker, Ph.D. has a suggestion for that too. She says just write a journal of your thoughts and ideas about your thesis for fifteen minutes each day, and as you research and you meet with your advisor and you have a more concrete idea of what the thesis will actually be, then your journal will start to be more like small attempts at paragraphs and outlines. I like this idea. So instead of making it an exercise I save on my hard drive and can cheat on, I'm making it a blog. Then it will be very clear if I am not writing something every day. And my friends can yell at me for it. So it's Olivia's Thesis Blog, you can find it at http://thesisredefined.blogspot.com

Enjoy. Oof. Again.