Well. I got a very exciting letter yesterday evening... I would have gotten it earlier, I assume, if I had thought to check my mail box more than once a week.
It reads:
"Dear Natasha,
Congratulations on making the Dean's List during the Fall semester of the 2010-11 academic year. I hope you are proud of your success; you deserve to be.
As you know, Goucher College has always held academic achievement as its highest goal. Your accomplishments send a clear message that you have embraced this goal too, and I commend you for your hard work and dedication to learning.
I hope that you will continue your good work and enjoy the satisfaction that comes from doing your best. If there is anything that I can do to assist you with academic matters, please let me know.
Sincerely,
Mark M. Roy
Provost"
So... as you can imagine, I spent the majority of last night bouncing slightly and grinning like an idiot. (And reading for my Russian/Soviet History class, but that's part of the daily schedule at this point.)
Other than that... not much to say. I spent most of today outside, either at work, or taking little walks in the woods. It was surprisingly warm: in the high 40s F... it felt like early Spring. To me, at least... Kaira is still convinced that she'll freeze to death if she steps outside for more time than it takes to walk to class and back. It was just so beautiful, though... I was sort of traipsing around the woods, singing The Lord of the Rings songs to myself, and I'm sure that would have been a strange sight to walk in on, so I'm glad nobody had that experience.
(And since I'm on the subject, I just discovered the Tolkien Ensemble. For those of us who are interested in that sort of geeky stuff, their version of Sam's Song in the Orc Tower has got to be my favorite so far. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoVnWUQ9CR8))
Anyway... it was just... beautiful. Tolkien and the first instances of Spring weather (even when it is in February, and it probably won't be warm again until April) tend to stir up those sort of sentimental feelings in me. Don't mind that.
Well. Until next time,
Tasha
ps. It just occurred to me that I'm going to be 19 in a bit more than two months. A bit early to be thinking about that, I'm sure, but... goodness. The further past 16 I get, the more concerned I become that I'm just not ready to be this old. I'm currently reading Notes of a Red Guard, which is about a man who lived through (and was very involved in) the Russian Revolution. He was economically independent from his parents by the time he was 16. (In fact, he was making twice as much money as his father was by that age...)
...irrational? Maybe. But I still can't help but feel somewhat inadequate.
pps. Also, I've finally finished unpacking all my things. Which means that I've finally finished putting up all my maps, including a French map of Colonial America, and another following Lewis and Clark's route to the Pacific and back. My happiness about this is highly disproportionate to the actual accomplishment.
It reads:
"Dear Natasha,
Congratulations on making the Dean's List during the Fall semester of the 2010-11 academic year. I hope you are proud of your success; you deserve to be.
As you know, Goucher College has always held academic achievement as its highest goal. Your accomplishments send a clear message that you have embraced this goal too, and I commend you for your hard work and dedication to learning.
I hope that you will continue your good work and enjoy the satisfaction that comes from doing your best. If there is anything that I can do to assist you with academic matters, please let me know.
Sincerely,
Mark M. Roy
Provost"
So... as you can imagine, I spent the majority of last night bouncing slightly and grinning like an idiot. (And reading for my Russian/Soviet History class, but that's part of the daily schedule at this point.)
Other than that... not much to say. I spent most of today outside, either at work, or taking little walks in the woods. It was surprisingly warm: in the high 40s F... it felt like early Spring. To me, at least... Kaira is still convinced that she'll freeze to death if she steps outside for more time than it takes to walk to class and back. It was just so beautiful, though... I was sort of traipsing around the woods, singing The Lord of the Rings songs to myself, and I'm sure that would have been a strange sight to walk in on, so I'm glad nobody had that experience.
(And since I'm on the subject, I just discovered the Tolkien Ensemble. For those of us who are interested in that sort of geeky stuff, their version of Sam's Song in the Orc Tower has got to be my favorite so far. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoVnWUQ9CR8))
Anyway... it was just... beautiful. Tolkien and the first instances of Spring weather (even when it is in February, and it probably won't be warm again until April) tend to stir up those sort of sentimental feelings in me. Don't mind that.
Well. Until next time,
Tasha
ps. It just occurred to me that I'm going to be 19 in a bit more than two months. A bit early to be thinking about that, I'm sure, but... goodness. The further past 16 I get, the more concerned I become that I'm just not ready to be this old. I'm currently reading Notes of a Red Guard, which is about a man who lived through (and was very involved in) the Russian Revolution. He was economically independent from his parents by the time he was 16. (In fact, he was making twice as much money as his father was by that age...)
...irrational? Maybe. But I still can't help but feel somewhat inadequate.
pps. Also, I've finally finished unpacking all my things. Which means that I've finally finished putting up all my maps, including a French map of Colonial America, and another following Lewis and Clark's route to the Pacific and back. My happiness about this is highly disproportionate to the actual accomplishment.
And you are OLD? hahaha
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