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pink eagles
Sep. 25th, 2007 10:21 amArr, yarr.
Well, here I am in Eugene, and it's my second day of school. I am in school! It's pretty weird. And scary, because there are all these assignments and you have to be all smart, and I can't help but remember how much college sucked last time.
But I am excited to learn about the stuff that applies to my career. The nature stuff. And I like this town pretty well. It has a ton of beautiful parks, the bus pass is free for college students and I can ride all the way out to a national forest and go camping or ride my bike to a hot springs. There are miles of fields and forests back behind the school that I can study in if it's warm enough out. I live in a big house with three housemates, three cats, and a big black dog whom I love. I can ride my bike to the center of downtown within minutes. The city has a ton of cool little shops and organic food stores, although it's a tad more new age hippie than I'd like. There are a ton of activities and cool volunteer possibilities I'm looking into, but first, gotta find a PT job.
Yesterday I randomly auditioned for and was accepted into the school's chamber choir. I also dropped a full water bottle on a woman's toe while riding the bus.
Here's something that I don't really like to type: my grandpa died last Friday. I had left home only a week before, I hate that I wasn't there when it happened. It was sudden and awful and this Friday I'll be there for the funeral. Grandma is currently in pieces, and there has been all this family in-fighting which is just too absurd and awful to even deal with. I don't really want to go on and on about it. It's hard to remember that it's really real.
I was sorry to leave my summer job and Gold Beach. I loved it so much, and life was so real and low-stress, and I had a blast with my bunkhousemates. I saw all kinds of cool and crazy things out in the wilderness that maybe someday I'll write about on here, and I hitchhiked to Brookings, and bunkhousemate M., co-worker S., and I took an end-of-the-summer road trip down to Eureka and Redwoods NP, and M. took me back up to Portland and we camped along the way. I may be back next summer - the district botanist asked if I'd like to work on their paid govie seasonal weed removal crew. First, though, I'm going to try for my dream position: a recurring seasonal student job in Alaska that leads to permanent employment. Also known as SCEP.
Of course, I have pictures galore, but until some magical distant future when I actually upload them, I'll just refer you to my flickr album: http://flickr.com/photos/64054839@N00/.
Hope all is well with you folks. I'm starting to discover how many of you lj-friends have abandoned your journals. Wherefore art thou?
Well, here I am in Eugene, and it's my second day of school. I am in school! It's pretty weird. And scary, because there are all these assignments and you have to be all smart, and I can't help but remember how much college sucked last time.
But I am excited to learn about the stuff that applies to my career. The nature stuff. And I like this town pretty well. It has a ton of beautiful parks, the bus pass is free for college students and I can ride all the way out to a national forest and go camping or ride my bike to a hot springs. There are miles of fields and forests back behind the school that I can study in if it's warm enough out. I live in a big house with three housemates, three cats, and a big black dog whom I love. I can ride my bike to the center of downtown within minutes. The city has a ton of cool little shops and organic food stores, although it's a tad more new age hippie than I'd like. There are a ton of activities and cool volunteer possibilities I'm looking into, but first, gotta find a PT job.
Yesterday I randomly auditioned for and was accepted into the school's chamber choir. I also dropped a full water bottle on a woman's toe while riding the bus.
Here's something that I don't really like to type: my grandpa died last Friday. I had left home only a week before, I hate that I wasn't there when it happened. It was sudden and awful and this Friday I'll be there for the funeral. Grandma is currently in pieces, and there has been all this family in-fighting which is just too absurd and awful to even deal with. I don't really want to go on and on about it. It's hard to remember that it's really real.
I was sorry to leave my summer job and Gold Beach. I loved it so much, and life was so real and low-stress, and I had a blast with my bunkhousemates. I saw all kinds of cool and crazy things out in the wilderness that maybe someday I'll write about on here, and I hitchhiked to Brookings, and bunkhousemate M., co-worker S., and I took an end-of-the-summer road trip down to Eureka and Redwoods NP, and M. took me back up to Portland and we camped along the way. I may be back next summer - the district botanist asked if I'd like to work on their paid govie seasonal weed removal crew. First, though, I'm going to try for my dream position: a recurring seasonal student job in Alaska that leads to permanent employment. Also known as SCEP.
Of course, I have pictures galore, but until some magical distant future when I actually upload them, I'll just refer you to my flickr album: http://flickr.com/photos/64054839@N00/.
Hope all is well with you folks. I'm starting to discover how many of you lj-friends have abandoned your journals. Wherefore art thou?
