There is not much to report in the fast-paced, yet somehow unchanging life of mine. Study, rinse and repeat.
I've always been fascinated with the interpretation of dreams. Lately, I've had a recurring dream that seems inexplicable to me (I'm no Freud mind you, but there has to be a decipherable meaning behind this). So for the last two weeks, here's the scene: I'm asleep, but I feel awake. For those of you who have slept near/in the same bed as me, you'll know that I'm normally an active sleeper, talking and sometimes walking through my dreams as if all was real. No need to panic. In this dream, I awake to find myself in my bed, completely naked, and in a very public place. Place 1) my bed is physically rotating as if I'm being showcased like a freakin' car at some auto show; this is all taking place on fifth ave. in NYC (I could tell because of the stores nearby). People are watching me, not laughing or anything, but just noticing that I'm there, and then walking by. Some whisper, some smile, someone actually wrote something down, and somone started drawing (w/o ego getting in the way, I assume this person was drawing me). Place 2) Once again, I've been thrown into a public place, but this is what's horrific. I'm in a desert, and there is a pack of camels who are walking right by, while I am once again laid out in my bed. Naked. After the camels leave, it's just me and the desert. There have been other instances, but they are a bit hazy and locations are unknown/forgotten.
What to make of this? I don't know, but it's confusing. I don't even really care to know what it means, but if anyone out there knows Ms. Cleo or something and has a heads-up on what this means, feel free to pass it my way.
Other news: almost burned down the apartment the other day. Actually, this was my roommate's doing. I was cooking my chicken in the oven, but prior to that, my roommate decides to make french fries without using a grease pan. So needless to say, there is grease strewn out all over the base of the oven, right above the fire. About 5 minutes into my chicken, thick black smoke rises from the oven, signaling our demise. I remove the chicken, open the oven, face the fury of the fire and attempt to smother it, and I eventually succeeded. We had to vacate the apartment for about half an hour as the smoke exited the building.
Upcoming travels: I'll be in NYC for our fall break, October 7th-11th, and will be purchasing tickets for Europe and hopefully Egypt within the next week or two.
So the blog's a bit rusty. As expected, things have piled on and I am juggling life once again. Over the course of the last few weeks, I've learned a bit about myself, the most difficult being my ability to acclimatize to my new surroundings. Over the last four years, I've grown comfortable with a set group of friends and my habits and mannerisms are normal to them. Granted, this makes me a sound a bit eccentric, but aren't we all used to a certain mode? Just acting like ourselves without someone saying 'oh that's weird.' I think I've realized that it will just take time to find that here. There's also a different student population here, once that is comprised of all ages and backgrounds. I think there is a significant difference in wavelength when I'm talking to someone who is 35, married and has been in the workforce for 12 years. Then there people like me, fresh from undergrad. Our perspectives vary and differ, but we learn a great deal from each other. Nonetheless, sometimes it's as if I have to put on a work face and a leisure face for each person I meet. What is this rambling leading to? I miss that sense of acting like myself without fear of judgment or someone jumping to conclusions without actually knowing who I am. I don't know if the preceding statements made any sense, but whatever.
So what have I been doing recently. I suppose I study. All the time. And when I'm not, I'm taking judo and latin dance lessons (two separate activities, judo and latin dance do not go together). I also have a pretty cushy job in our alumni affairs office. I also recently purchased a saxophone. I forgot how much I don't miss studying. At least the material is (for once in my life) relevant to what I'll be doing, so I guess I should bother to remember this stuff. I miss having downtime though. It feels like I wake up, do the grind, and before I know it, I'm asleep but only to do it again in a few hours. But being a student has its liberties and perks as well. I think it's better than actually being in a real working-world grind. And for those who crave the intellectual stimulation, it's perfect. Actually conversing about how we will change the future of our industries makes it worthwhile. My classes are a mix of theory and practicality-based instruction. The professors are brilliant (although, there is one professor whose class I have yet to stay awake for, the man drones on endlessly in a soporific voice which could put the insomniac to rest). So overall, no real complaints about the $40,000 I'll be shelling out per year in loans.
The social aspects of my life will take time to adjust. I'll just keep that in mind.
