Tuesday, March 29, 2011

To-Do This Semester

Graduation is looming. It's like Christmas is in three days and I haven't bought any gifts. There is so much to do and very little time to do it. Well, the time is probably somewhere, but my long-standing love for procrastination keeps me from using my time well.

Whilst writing out my to-do list for the week, I began to reflect on all of the other to-dos I have swirling around in the back of my mind these days.

1. Trudge my way through final papers.
---I have done pretty well in college thus far. I refuse to let schoolwork get in the way of all the fun I could and should be having these last few weeks. One problem: I don't actually know how to not care about school. I make A's. Ok, and maybe some B's. I keep trying to make myself not care about grades, but the truth is, I just have a natural overachiever instinct buried deep within me. Trust me, I'm trying to get rid of it.

2. Estudiar para espanol.
---Don't even get me started. I have no clue what I'll be doing next year, but I have a sneaking suspicion my very b-r-o-k-e-n attempts at a foreign language are not going to aid me all that much.

3. Get an inspection sticker
---It expired in January. Whoops.

4. Too many lingerie showers
---Ok. I know I go to a Christian institution. I've had to bear the brunt of my fair share of M-R-S degree jokes. But really girls? I know what you're up to. You think you're sneaky. Don't worry. I'm not mad! If anything, I applaud your genius. Convincing your honey to propose just in time to have a lingerie shower before summer break? Classic. You've forgotten one thing, though. You're not alone. About 17 others have sent me that same Evite. I love you all. I really do. Even though I did
just click "Maybe Attending."

Please don't take it personally. I am poor and I refuse to be that friend who shows up present-less (or worse, with some sort of tacky gag gift) and proceeds to eat all your delicious desserts. I have some dignity after all.

5. Find an apartment in Dallas.
---I am broke and minus a job for next year. If I can't even afford a weekend trip to Dallas (gas, food, and the stupid, but let's face it, inevitable, trip to the nearest mall) to look for an apartment, what in the world makes me think I'll be able to pay an actual rent for an actually bearable living space?

6. The Biggie: Job Hunt
---Ew. Ew. Ew.

I'm still waiting for that magic phone call with someone on the other line saying, "Hey Emily! We'd love to hire you for [insert dream job] starting in August. Are you interested?" Well sure! Since you've been so kind to offer.

I have a news flash for you. It's not easy to find a job. Especially when you have no idea what you want to do.

I'm expecting this to be on my list for a while . . .