Lovely Typos

I am on spring break right now, a week long hiatus from school work. And for me, that is more true than for many students. A lot of my friends have papers due after break or assignments that need to be emailed before we return to school. It is not without a bit of irony that a lot of these students are the same ones who have large and fantastical plans for break. Going on a vacation to some exotic (and some not) place where the alcohol is cheap and the music is loud. I don't feel as if these people have it bad. In fact, I would be lying if I said I wasn't a bit envious of their ability to spend time with careless impunity. I am left in the peculiar spot where I have nothing to do over break AND nothing due over break. Alright, maybe that is not entirely true, I have a few obscure english readings to do, but it has sort of become custom for me to do my english readings right before english class, and being a man of custom, I'd be hesitant to break tradition. With all of this spare time on my hands I have powered through more than a half of a season of Lost, played probably 50 games of MTG with my brother, and accomplished very little real reflection. Today I had a road trip, visiting someone who was sick. She was very glad to see me, and I know how simultaneously helpless and frustrated you can feel being sick on vacation. I got the chance to listen to new music on the way back, and I have to say one and a half hours of driving with nothing but music to listen to you forces you to think a little bit. While I came to no outlandishly unique or refreshing conclusions, I can say now, with a bit more confidence than before, that I have less and less of an idea of what I want to do with my life. I must admit, college had provided with the tools and experiences to more accurately approach what I would consider to be my "ideal" focus of studies. That is to say, what I enjoy the most and what I find most intellectually exhilirating. However, this perfect niche I seemed to have found myself has no obvious counterpart in the world of adult employment and I must say, that at the end of the day, the ratio of the time I spend enjoying what I'm studying to the time I spend worrying amount my future has become unpleasantly disproportionate.

On the upside, my interim advisor this semester is an extremely pleasant Frenchwoman. There are some days where I wish I had taken French in high school instead of Spanish.