There's no place like home
29 Apr 2007 |
Personal
It's always strange to wake up in a new bed, even
more so when you're alone and not used to it. I'm
sure Shayla was feeling the same way this morning.
Although it's easier to get a solid night's sleep
when there's not a 1-year old in the next room, I
really do miss the action. My daughter is a little
firecracker, and she sure makes me laugh. No doubt
this will be a long summer, but things could be
worse. After all, I'm about to begin an internship
with a great company and gain some valuable
experience. Gotta keep moving forward and looking on
the positive side of things.
Spencer took myself and Jim (another roommate, more on him in a minute) with him to church at the Stanford 1st Ward, which is composed of singles in the area surrounding Stanford University. Everyone was nice, but it was fairly awkward just being there—it's just a strange environment after all these years. After all, I've been married for 3 years and I have a daughter. I did run into Scott Robertson, a friend from BYU who will be working at HP down here. Imagine his chagrin when he was informed that at 24 he was too young to be in that ward, and needed to attend the younger ward. I must say, whomever came up with making one ward 26 and up probably had their head on straight; at least that minimizes the age gap and avoid scaring away younger girls…
So, aside from being totally excited for work tomorrow, I really want to set a routine of working regularly on a thesis proposal for my Master's degree. If I want to be done in April of 2008 or thereabouts, I pretty much have to have a proposal ready to defend when I come back in the fall. That's going to take a lot of work, but I do have the advantage of being without both a car and a TV, two major detractors from being effective. Putting in the work now when I have a relative abundance of free time makes lots of sense, even though it's hard to get things rolling. I guess I didn't leave academia behind completely as I would have hoped!
My plan is to see how things play out during my first week of work, then plan accordingly. With any luck, I'll have the self-control to kick myself out of bed early, limit hours at work, and spend time on things that matter, rather than frittering away time on computer games—I purposefully didn't bring games with me, and I don't plan on caving in to buy any. At any rate, it should prove to be easier now than when I was younger and less mature. (Those that have associated with me recently may be scared to think of a time when I was less mature. Trust me, you probably don't want to know.) Here's hoping the experiment turns out to be a success.
Spencer took myself and Jim (another roommate, more on him in a minute) with him to church at the Stanford 1st Ward, which is composed of singles in the area surrounding Stanford University. Everyone was nice, but it was fairly awkward just being there—it's just a strange environment after all these years. After all, I've been married for 3 years and I have a daughter. I did run into Scott Robertson, a friend from BYU who will be working at HP down here. Imagine his chagrin when he was informed that at 24 he was too young to be in that ward, and needed to attend the younger ward. I must say, whomever came up with making one ward 26 and up probably had their head on straight; at least that minimizes the age gap and avoid scaring away younger girls…
So, aside from being totally excited for work tomorrow, I really want to set a routine of working regularly on a thesis proposal for my Master's degree. If I want to be done in April of 2008 or thereabouts, I pretty much have to have a proposal ready to defend when I come back in the fall. That's going to take a lot of work, but I do have the advantage of being without both a car and a TV, two major detractors from being effective. Putting in the work now when I have a relative abundance of free time makes lots of sense, even though it's hard to get things rolling. I guess I didn't leave academia behind completely as I would have hoped!
My plan is to see how things play out during my first week of work, then plan accordingly. With any luck, I'll have the self-control to kick myself out of bed early, limit hours at work, and spend time on things that matter, rather than frittering away time on computer games—I purposefully didn't bring games with me, and I don't plan on caving in to buy any. At any rate, it should prove to be easier now than when I was younger and less mature. (Those that have associated with me recently may be scared to think of a time when I was less mature. Trust me, you probably don't want to know.) Here's hoping the experiment turns out to be a success.