Time

     Time on the macro scale is losing its meaning to me.  On the one hand I feel like I've been here for a while, but on the other hand, I'm astonished that there's less than fifty weekdays left until I get to return home.  It's a sort of incomplete blur I can't understand.  While I feel happy that school's passing by quickly, I fear Christmas Break will follow suit.

    No more leaves here, at least on most all seasonal trees.  It went from a gilded landscape to a rather desolate scene.  Apparently snow should soon blanket the land and provide a new, blank beauty.

     I've been applying for jobs.  I haven't ever held one, so I'm nervous.  Because of these nerves, it's taken me so long to even make my résumé, cover letter, and references page.  The first position I saw and liked was an attendant at the Museum of the North here, but I waited too long and the position must have been closed or filled.  Next, I found one at the Financial Aid Office, but apparently I was ineligible.  Most lately, I applied for a general Student Aide position, and am now sit in pool to await consideration.  I need the money, for certain, but the laxity I've somewhat fostered all my life makes me want to maintain my free-time.  I'll wait and see where I'm led.

     Tuesday I have a CLEP test for Spanish to show I deserve to be in 201.  (The teacher has allowed me to skip the 100 level classes since I've taken five years on the basis that I take this CLEP).  Prayers would be appreciated as I did not do well on my last major Spanish test.