The long weekend was lovely, though I didn't get everything that I wanted done. The rest of the week flew past in a blur, and now I'm sitting and waiting for the next one to start. Just a few months ago I was a freshman sitting on my unmade bed and waiting to meet my roommate for the first time. Now, applications for scholarships and programs for next year are littering my browser, and it's all just sort of starting to hit me.

In other news, the application for being a Community Assistant went through, and I have an interview coming up. Cross your fingers and wish me luck. If I can get the position, room and board and food will all be paid for next year, along with the chance to plan all the parties and fun stuff the floors experience. I really really want this job. A friend of mine did it, and was hired for this semester, and said the interview is a cinch. Finally, my Academic Decathlon skills will be useful.

Also, even though I've dropped Satellite Club, I did join the Astronomy Club. Not as much work, and I figured it would be a good stepping stone to a bigger club. And they teach how to do astro-photography, like taking pictures through telescopes. One of their officers is amazing at it, I can't wait to try my hand at it.

And just a little side note, I can't take my calculus professor seriously. Because of his accent, every time he says 'theta' it comes out as 'Satan'. And we have to use theta a lot because we're currently working with vectors. It's getting harder and harder to just not burst out laughing in that class. Not to mention that other people are starting to notice these weird little quirks, and there are small snickers that just make you want to join in. I'm going to burst out one day, and regret nothing.

But other than that, it's just business as usual. Once you think you get caught up another wave of work just rolls through, and you're back to square one. Maybe they should teach Sisyphus more in high school, as preparation for college. Because it becomes a game of how long can you roll your rock to the top before you slide back down the mountain? And so, every sentence I add is just me stalling time before I have to get back to my homework, a russian accent in the back of my mind when I crack open the calculus book and visions of nose hairs when I think about physics. If I can make it through four years of this with my sanity still intact, I think they should give me the degree purely out of principle.