In Boston, April showers don’t bring flowers. They bring
more snow and occasionally sleet. So I am having a lovely morning in bed
reviewing my thesis before my defense on Monday. The first half of the week was
a little crazy, but it’s slowly winding to a close.
I found out at the end of last week about all these papers I
had coming due. One was postponed; one I turned in only to find out it had been
postponed (but I was done, so it didn’t matter), and the two book reports I
finished over the past three days. For the first half of the week, every time I
wasn’t in class or in a meeting, I was chugging through these papers. But they
ended up taking less time than I feared, so I ended up with some free time on
the tail end of things, which is always nice.
Kickboxing and lifting are both going well, although I admit
I haven’t been eating terribly well lately. When you’ve been stuck churning out
papers for the last day-and-a-half, there’s nothing so cheering as being able
to take a break for food – and nothing so disappointing as to remember that you’re
only getting sliced turkey and salad yet again. And there were fudge brownies…
I did, in fact, get up, work out, shower, and get breakfast
before climbing back into bed this morning. It wasn’t the most restful of
nights. I skipped my workout yesterday, which messed up my sleep schedule and
kept me up until maybe eleven. And then, at 2:30 this morning, a group of guys
started banging on my door. I started to get up and open the door to let them
know they had the wrong room (fyi, my name is on the door), but before I got there,
it was clear from their conversation they were just going around banging on
random people’s doors to see what would happen. Needless to say, I was not impressed,
and didn’t answer. Fortunately, people who go around banging on stranger’s
doors at 2:30 am aren’t known for their patience. And then I eventually drifted
back to sleep until my alarm went off at five.
It took quite a bit of convincing to get out of bed and head
down to exercise, but I finally said to myself (out loud) oh, stop being a
sissy and go work out. I felt much, much better afterwards. It was an excellent
start to the day. When I work out I’m happier all day and sleep better at night,
and I actually enjoy the workout itself. And yet somehow, I don’t know why, I
have to fight a battle to get myself to work out. Just kidding: I do know why.
I just wrote a paper on the nature of evil and mankind’s impulse toward
self-destruction (read: sin nature) for my Augustine class. Just wanted to
point out that everything is connected, at least when you’re a philosophy
major.
And besides all that, if you somehow missed it, I also wrote
a blog post which I ended up submitting to the Harvard Crimson as an op-ed. The
response was very encouraging. Other than that, not much else has happened
here. On Wednesday we ran drill lab again, but because all the schools in ROTC
are rotating Spring Breaks, none of the MIT people were there, meaning that we
only had about five people to drill with. It worked out. I met a couple of
friends for tea (they had coffee) and managed to make it to FUEL on Wednesday
night. Oh, and on Wednesday I managed to go to Fresh Pond and get a run in
before the snow started.
There are still a few highlights before the semester ends –
ROTC still has events, a friend is coming to visit, and of course, my thesis
defense and finals. But things are coming to a close. I suppose this week
mirrors my entire undergraduate career – the first half was crazy, but the pace
has moderated a bit right at the end. Here’s hoping it stays that way, because
once Navy life starts, things are going to get crazy for a while again!
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