Four more years...
A few days ago, Phil and Rachel (they go to school with me; sometimes we trade snack packs) put up a big two-digit number in the upper left-hand corner of dry erase board that covers a wall in our school's newsroom.
This wasn't any arbitrary two-digit number; it was the number of days until I graduate. I think we're down to 44. (By the time I post again, we'll likely be down to...two.)
There are things that are good about school--positive things that can't be reproduced later in life.
When I'm out of school, I'll make a list of things that I miss about school.
But for right now, here are the things I'm looking forward to when I leave:
1. Sleeping in a bed that's mine.
I have been subletting or living in something that resembles a dorm room since August 2000. That's a long time. I don't even have my own sheets anymore. Or pillows. It's not worth it.
2. Not feeling guilty when I don't have time in the morning to make lunch.
In college, lunch cost $5. Now it costs five real dollars. Or even more. If I make lunch, that's less money but more time. Maybe I should have paid more attention in micro so I could figure out what the opportunity cost of me making lunch vs. buying lunch is. Maybe not.
3. Stability.
I have moved everything I own something like 12 times in 23 months. That's a lot. After the next two, I'm done. For at least a year.
4. Ironing board.
People who move a lot don't own ironing boards. There's only so much ironing on the kitchen table using a towel that one can do. I've about reached my limit.
5. Routine.
I know that I chose to go to journalism grad school because every day is different from the next. And I haven't begun to regret that decision...yet. But routine can be nice. I don't get up at the same time, or come home at the same time, day to day. Don't see the same people. Don't go to the same bars.
6. A full set of pots and pans.
My one pot and two frying pans don't cut it. But then again I don't know how to make many things beyond stir fry and omelets. And shakshuka.
7. My friends to all be in one place.
That's never going to happen.
This wasn't any arbitrary two-digit number; it was the number of days until I graduate. I think we're down to 44. (By the time I post again, we'll likely be down to...two.)
There are things that are good about school--positive things that can't be reproduced later in life.
When I'm out of school, I'll make a list of things that I miss about school.
But for right now, here are the things I'm looking forward to when I leave:
1. Sleeping in a bed that's mine.
I have been subletting or living in something that resembles a dorm room since August 2000. That's a long time. I don't even have my own sheets anymore. Or pillows. It's not worth it.
2. Not feeling guilty when I don't have time in the morning to make lunch.
In college, lunch cost $5. Now it costs five real dollars. Or even more. If I make lunch, that's less money but more time. Maybe I should have paid more attention in micro so I could figure out what the opportunity cost of me making lunch vs. buying lunch is. Maybe not.
3. Stability.
I have moved everything I own something like 12 times in 23 months. That's a lot. After the next two, I'm done. For at least a year.
4. Ironing board.
People who move a lot don't own ironing boards. There's only so much ironing on the kitchen table using a towel that one can do. I've about reached my limit.
5. Routine.
I know that I chose to go to journalism grad school because every day is different from the next. And I haven't begun to regret that decision...yet. But routine can be nice. I don't get up at the same time, or come home at the same time, day to day. Don't see the same people. Don't go to the same bars.
6. A full set of pots and pans.
My one pot and two frying pans don't cut it. But then again I don't know how to make many things beyond stir fry and omelets. And shakshuka.
7. My friends to all be in one place.
That's never going to happen.
posted by Gabe Roth | Wednesday, April 19, 2006
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