And April is the cruelest month
While I fully intend to elucidate more thoroughly upon the meanderings of my last post and the commentary it generated, now is not the time for that. Now is the time to focus completely on academia, on my students, on job and grad school applications, on apartment hunting and graduation invitations and my father's wedding gift, on buying my cap and gown, on attending the senior-faculty banquet, on wondering where the hell my mother is, on applying for fall classes and figuring out why I haven't been placed in my internship yet. Now is not the time to wonder why my heart is both lead and feather within my chest and why my head is full of visions of a picket-fenced future on the one hand and a lonely existence on the other.
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shprintzah) wrote,
apathetic
