My First Entry

Greetings and salutations! Welcome to my blog, ye few and faithful!

Inspired by Devon's daily log of her life, I have decided to follow suit (imitation is the best form of flattery, after all) and give the world backstage access to the exciting adventures of my day and the secret interworkings of my mind. As you will soon find out, these particular interworkings are nothing remarkable or noteworthy.

Today I am working the 12-hour shift at Mercy North, trying to look productive as I sneak-read a couple of chapters from The Divine Comedy between patients. This is an ideal job for a college student, and I know that I'll miss it as soon as I am thrust into the real world of grad school and living on my own.

I am still waiting to hear from the grad schools I applied to. Devon, now I know what torture you went through when you waited for your acceptance letters last year. This forced waiting is inhumane; it drives a person to the edge of obsession. I know exactly when my mail-lady arrives each day, what kind of car she drives, and where to spot the car when she first enters the subdivision. I stake out my mailbox the way guerrilla fighters stake out their next "show-no-mercy" target. And I still have at least a month before I can reasonably expect letters to start arriving. I don't know if my now-fragile grip on reason can last that long. My professors cheer me on whenever they see me (big thanks to the Gismondis, Dr. Grinder, and Prof T), and that helps some. Their encouragement gives me the boost I need to finish the elaborate duck blind under construction in my parent's front yard, with the mailbox just within pouncing distance.