Giants choke and not back to school time
Today, the Giants managed to grab defeat from the jaws of victory. They took a 1-0 lead into the ninth inning and gave it up in a big way to lose 1-5. Its a sad way to end your day and a traumatic enough event to lead me to create a sad blog. Hopefully for everyone's sake, they will win tomorrow and Thursday when I'm at the game.
I have this very weird feeling in my gut that I should be going back to school in spite of the fact that I don't want to ever go back to school. In spite of the sadness attached to the end of a long summer vacation, there is something special about a fresh start at school and all the unknown adventures that await. I figure 18 years of education should be enough for me and I don't particularly enjoy writing research papers. I guess I could also do business school, but I don't particularly want to take that path at this time because wearing collared shirts daily is not one of my goals.
The strangest thing is that I now feel a bit left out when I hear things like "San Jose State moved in on Saturday", "De Anza starts much later" or "our research project is on hold until everyone gets back to Stanford in late September". For 18 years that mattered and now every week is the same except for the 8 weeks a year where we work less than 5 days a week. The enormity and unendingness of work I guess is a bit traumatizing. Working has lost some of its shine after doing it for a year. As my uncle says, I'm probably almost 3% of the way through my career.
Last year, I half went to school. I still knew people at Stanford, played IM football with my expired student ID, and snuck into football games with my expired student ID. I still talked to people about their research and visited the campus. Now I do old-people things, like go to work on Veteran's Day, listen to my friends talk about buying houses, and watch my 401-k crumple as the stock market dives.
In an attempt to be funny, I probably come off as a bit bitter, but life is really great right now. Things were good when I was in school, and they are still good, just a different form of good. One that has money and doesn't have to do homework on Sundays.
I have this very weird feeling in my gut that I should be going back to school in spite of the fact that I don't want to ever go back to school. In spite of the sadness attached to the end of a long summer vacation, there is something special about a fresh start at school and all the unknown adventures that await. I figure 18 years of education should be enough for me and I don't particularly enjoy writing research papers. I guess I could also do business school, but I don't particularly want to take that path at this time because wearing collared shirts daily is not one of my goals.
The strangest thing is that I now feel a bit left out when I hear things like "San Jose State moved in on Saturday", "De Anza starts much later" or "our research project is on hold until everyone gets back to Stanford in late September". For 18 years that mattered and now every week is the same except for the 8 weeks a year where we work less than 5 days a week. The enormity and unendingness of work I guess is a bit traumatizing. Working has lost some of its shine after doing it for a year. As my uncle says, I'm probably almost 3% of the way through my career.
Last year, I half went to school. I still knew people at Stanford, played IM football with my expired student ID, and snuck into football games with my expired student ID. I still talked to people about their research and visited the campus. Now I do old-people things, like go to work on Veteran's Day, listen to my friends talk about buying houses, and watch my 401-k crumple as the stock market dives.
In an attempt to be funny, I probably come off as a bit bitter, but life is really great right now. Things were good when I was in school, and they are still good, just a different form of good. One that has money and doesn't have to do homework on Sundays.
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