Every once in a while I am surprised to find out that someone reads this page that I’d never expect. (Hello Dr. Green!)
So on my way in this morning, I passed a big truck that said “Jake’s Fresh Foods” on the side. My thought process from that moment on should be obvious. Jake’s = ice cream = a place I like to hang out = Atlanta = this weekend! Yay! I will be in Atlanta this weekend, and I will go to Jake’s and get some Chocolate Slap Yo Mama ice cream. Jake’s has the best ice cream in the world, even better than Amy’s. (Shh, don’t tell anyone in Houston I said that, they’ll think I’m a traitor.)
Anyway. Chris emailed me this morning with something that just made my entire day. Now it doesn’t matter that it’s raining cats and dogs outside for the second day in a row, because I’m happy.
While waiting on my sims, I have been reading the freshman issue of the Technique. It’s the first “real” issue in almost two years that I haven’t been involved in. {Sigh} I miss da ‘Nique. I miss deadline nights, staying up until the wee hours of the morning, taking breaks to get coffee, making slow laps around the student services building with Christina when I had to get away from the computer, Chris holing up in his office. I miss the free CDs and movie passes, even from the bands I’ve never heard of and the ones that should never have been allowed to cut a record in the first place, and I miss theme deadlines, singing along with mixed CDs, Alan being pissy, Alan trying to remain pissy even when I can tell he wants to smile. I miss fighting with Pagemaker, dancing in the office, lying on the couches, Macs, hugs from Daniel, my ever-overflowing desk. Ah, they were good times. Good times.
Yeah, I’m ready to move on. I’m reaching the end of another Houston summer, and every bone in my body is telling me it’s time to go back to school. Is it possible to be both excited and nervous at the same time? I think so. I feel both ways about going to Stanford. I don’t think it rains as much there. Yes, it’s still raining here. They’ve issued a flood warning. I hope I don’t get washed away.
(4:56 p.m.)
I just wanted to say that I love my group. They are by far the coolest people I have ever worked with here. I didn’t accept the job offer last fall because I wanted to go to grad school, but also because I couldn’t see myself fitting in with any of the groups I’d worked with before. But this summer is different. Instead of being “the co-op,” I’m treated like a real team member. I can see myself becoming a part of this group. I can see myself working here.
