So I got accepted into that internship program and it turns out it’s going to be $9,000. The initial down payment is $999, which I can handle, but there’s no way I can pay nine grand by June 10. My academic adviser through the company (Dream Careers) said she could extend my payment plan if she presented a reasonable argument on my behalf to the board of enrollment. I told her I would look into scholarships for the summer but my search isn’t going well.
I’ve been thoroughly convinced that I’m going to win the lottery; so convinced that I spent $15 dollars on scratch offs and won a measly $5.
I have to master the IPA by tomorrow at 2pm and I’m doing this instead. I’m looking around my room at my desk and my bed. My desk is cluttered with folders, Planter’s nuts and s’mores Goldfish. The food is packaged of course but they’re definitely not in their proper places. My blue computer mouse on the edge of my desk is begging to fall down and my computer cord is lying horizontally across the space. A stack of pictures from an old calendar are sitting against the wall and a single, tiny black glove sits alone on the other side. I’m in my bed and to my left is a semi-warm, plastic dish left over from my microwavable chicken marinara Healthy Choice meal. In front of me is a paper plate with a Lean Pocket sleeve resting on top of it. Then there’s Backgammon at the foot of my bed, a pair of gloves, my backpack, my coat and of course a cat. Some sweaters and a strap to Fred’s (cat) carrying case is also strewn about. My three blankets are all hanging off my bed in different directions.
What a perfect image of my life.
Oh, and this.
I’m normally an advocate for in-hand books and pen and paper note taking, but here I am typing in an online blog. I’m not sure what I’ll even talk about. My days are filled with three things: work, school, and more work. My days/nights exclude: sleep, “me” time, and more sleep. I try to get to the gym every day like I used to but because of my extreme exhaustion, it’s difficult.
Somehow, I got my homework done for today and tomorrow’s class. I should be crawling into bed right now to sleep for one measly hour. How sad that I’m excited for such a small nap? I work directly after class and I’m not too thrilled about the diapers I’ll have to change and the stale crackers I’ll munch on due to boredom.
Maybe I’ll use this blog to complain because I can complain all day! My friends and acquaintances probably get sick of it; I even get sick of it.
Yesterday I applied for an internship in Boston at various publishing companies. I was pretty excited until I read that I’ll have to participate in various interviews. I should have known. I’m not sure why I was so surprised. Because of the interviews, I’m not feeling as hopeful. My shaky voice, sweaty forehead, and lack of consistent eye contact will more than likely kick me out of the race. Just stick me behind a desk and give me things to edit and I’ll be fine. I’ll even run your errands and buy you coffee; just don’t make me talk out loud under pressure. It will be painful for the both of us.