Not panicking. At all. Not even a little.
Yes, that's right. As of the beginning of July, I have no guaranteed income. Despite a good bit of emailing, phone calling, and interviewing during the last few weeks, I still do not have a steady summer job.
Master Fuzzy Slippers and others at the dojang are making it clear that my performance has not been adequate lately and that I must work hard to improve. During the next two weeks, I have to grade a crapload of student work, complete an incredibly difficult paleography course, take a grueling final exam for said course, and do the 10,000 little things that one must always somehow do in order to finish out a school year.
And I have to find a job, despite having no reliable transportation.
This is me not panicking.
What? You aren't convinced? Whyever not?
Master Fuzzy Slippers and others at the dojang are making it clear that my performance has not been adequate lately and that I must work hard to improve. During the next two weeks, I have to grade a crapload of student work, complete an incredibly difficult paleography course, take a grueling final exam for said course, and do the 10,000 little things that one must always somehow do in order to finish out a school year.
And I have to find a job, despite having no reliable transportation.
This is me not panicking.
What? You aren't convinced? Whyever not?
posted by Ancrene Wiseass | 6:44 PM
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