Aimless

No fanfic that I particularly want to read, and no television worth watching, and nowhere I'd really rather be - the poll closes in an hour, so that's out.

So I wandered into my little storage area and started going through old notes from college. A six inch pile of paper to be recylced later, and I'm feeling a little less scatter-brained. I kicked ass in Combinatorics and Number Theory, and Linear Algebra was apparently understandable, but Abstract Algebra? Flunked the first test and spent the rest of the class hauling my grade out of the gutter. B on the final, so it wasn't too bad.

I have a ton of notes that I'm never going to use again. Programs written in PASCAL and C, tests and quizzes and homework. I might as well empty the binders and use them for something I'll actually look at. Fanfic comes to mind, of course, as does continuing education - my probation will be up in November, which means Spring Quarter I can take classes if I want. I do intend to start up my MLIS, but that may need to wait until next Fall or maybe the summer. At this point, a year doesn't make much of a difference.

The Library Science program has officially become their own college now. Still part of the University, of course, only now they've got a PhD program in LS. It'd be a kick to be able to stick Dr. in front of my name, yes, but that's not a good enough reason to work on the doctorate. The Masters is a good enough goal-carrot to hang in front of my nose now.

Yearbooks and Journals

I'm still not quite sure what happened to the 8 or so yearbooks I had in grade school, but I found all five of my high school yearbooks (don't say it! ;) I attended two schools in one year, so there. <sticks out tongue>

There's a really good picture of me in the first senior yearbook, but I'm split between two pages. Otherwise, I'm not exactly well-represented, what with the whole moving thing in the middle of the year.

I also found my journal from 8th grade, and my writing notebooks from freshman and sophomore years. The pencil in the journal is faded, but the pen's still clear. My handwriting's messy, and then amazingly improves over the next two years. So does the duration of the pencil marks - I'd switched to mechanical pencils by then. The sophomore writing calisthenics are the most fun to read over, expanding single sentences into full paragraphs, explaining and really showing. I was really blessed with Mr. Sinclair as an English teacher.

"The sun, a blister in the merciless sky..."
"...spurred by the powers that have always been..."

I think I can toss my chem lab books... though I do like my drawings of the caffeine and d-lysergic acid diethylamide molecules. I do a great benzene sketch. It's such a pretty molecule. I'll keep the two papers I wrote for Practical Criticism. They're infantile in how they develop the ideas (I hadn't quite gotten the hang of deconstructing the things I'd read by freshman year in college - I just read,) but the ideas are good. I only needed my brain stretched a little more by life.