But about this job... I feel like I need to apply, because my mom was so gung-ho about it, and the fact that I'd be making some extra spending money. But I don't want to be stuck here for extra days and weekends! And I want to concentrate on school, and not have to worry about getting to work and stuff like that. GAH. The application is due on Monday. HELP!
Allie, before you commit, talk to the people you'll be working with. See what they have to say about flexibility and all. And if you like them, you'll feel less anxious about it.
Elphie, you and I just keep finding more things in common.
No, last year was not good. I was just NOT cut out for the program I was in. So now, I have to re-figure out what I want to do with my life!
Nia, I don't think I have time to go talk to them before I apply. I'm going home for the weekend tomorrow afternoon, right after class. I have the weekend to work on this, in any case.
I don't think so. I could just say thanks but no thanks. But that's the thing. I kind of feel like I'm just going to say no, so why spend the time on the application?
I'm bumping this early, because I won't be back again until... tomorrow, probably. I'm headed home for the weekend, yay! Crappy Home Computer has been made slightly less so, as we're no longer on dial-up, but it's still pretty slow. Please, speak clearly and be patient! I'll talk to everyone later! Byee!
I know no one's here, but I'm going to throw out a rhetorical question, anyway:
Why did I visit the sororities last night???
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
I'm going to a classical music concert downtown tonight! Yay Heinz Hall!
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm