It's March 1.
Which means I have exactly 14 schooldays left before I graduate.
And I still don't have a job.
This past week has been on the Insanity side of things. On Friday I drove up to my parent's house near Portland because I was volunteering at the Children's Diabetes Seminar (think of it as a really small CWD) and Dr. Bruce Buckingham had been flown in for the 4th Annual James Hansen Memorial Research Seminar. Which is, at is always is, Research 101 for the uninitiated.
But I met him. Me! The girl who only interacts with people via a computer terminal! Okay, that's not entirely true, but I do have a penchance for standing around for twenty minutes, mulling over my opening line, before casually tip-toeing over to a person and squeaking out a "Hi...I'm Allison...we kind of know each other already but..."
Unless I'm hyped up on five cups of coffee. Then you can't get me to shut up without a roll of duck tape and some rope.
Nothing new or unusual to report. I go to a lot of these seminars, and I swear, I think Amy has done a better job of bringing me up to speed on research and technology than any doctor's seminar. Sometimes I think I go just so I can say I've gone. And to give parents my words of wisdom. Which, surprise surprise, happens a lot.
Monday, I had a Biology of Cancer midterm. Which I didn't study for. Go me.
On Tuesday, I had a 3 page paper due. Which I wrote Monday night. Go me.
On Wednesday, I had a 5 paper paper due. Which I started Tuesday night, finished on Wednesday, and ended up being 6 pages long. Go me.
Up next: 5 page group project in International Journalism, plus my final papers and exams.
14 more days... 14 more days. Holy crap.
Then seven days in New York, four days in Philadelphia (with a quick little jaunt up to New Jersey to see extended family). Then a week in Portland. Then a week in California.
Before I said my life ends on April 18.
But Lori has promised to take me out and get me drunk on April 19.
So now I have plans for April 19.
Coming Soon: When Diabetics Meet and Drink.