Monday, March 26, 2007

Yet Another Research Season With Random Thoughts

So here we are again, rounding third and heading for home in yet another semester which of course, means that research papers will be due in about a month. For the first time in many a semester I do not have a mid sized research paper due, this semester I have a small paper (12 pages) and a presentation due, both in approximately a month. This semester is also unique in that I have actually considered and done some preliminary work for both of these assignments. Usually I get started about a week before the due date. I have noticed that I am finally getting to the point where the research that I want to do sounds interesting.

I am like most students in that when the end of the semester rolls around I'm tired. This is definitely the case again, however it is different as well. This is the second semester that I have worked and pursued and education to the extent that both were considered full time endeavors. Let me assure you if you are not already aware that this is an entirely new level of tired. I can't wait for summer so that I don't have to do anything but go to work, follow the Reds, try not to curse about the weather too much, and learn some Greek without having to show up for class.

Recently I feel like I have made a breakthrough personally and spiritually. The breakthrough has centered around forgiveness, and really just putting things out there, trying to enter a "no spin zone" in my own mind. I really think that I have been too introspective for my own good the last year or so, and that I need to focus on helping other people in small insignificant ways. Pumping gas, opening doors, buying meals, giving rides, hanging out, not criticizing so much, these sorts of things. Although I still find myself trying harder as opposed to letting go, I have a feeling that it will take a while to change this.

Why do I feel like I am truly not afraid of death? The old saying states that whenever a man tells you that he isn't afraid to die, you are supposed to shake his hand and then call him a liar. Maybe I'm just convinced that life here isn't all that spectacular. Sure, there are some things that are truly enjoyable, and there are others that are just as deplorable. Whenever I go, I'll be ready. Or at least I seem to be able to say so, and as far as I can tell, I'm not lying. Who knows?

Oh well.