Apologies in Advance
Mar. 2nd, 2004 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyspriteI don't usually pick up on memes - I find it hard to believe that people really want to know what color socks I'm wearing (white, with pink toes and heels), or what my high school mascot was, or which Hogwarts house my cat would be sorted into. But I've seen one recently that has caught my mind, and if nothing else it's a good reminder to myself of how far I've come, and how much I've accomplished. So.... where have I been over the past ten years?
3/2/04 - Having a day off from work. Walked the length and breadth of my neighborhood, taking advantage of an absolutely glorious day. Voted, went to the library and binged on gardening books, went to the grocery to stock up on baking necessities. Had a truly horrid tuna salad sandwich for dinner with a truly wonderful friend, danced, talked, about to curl up in bed with my fiance.
3/2/03 - Suffering from severe muscle strain and rug-burned feet in the aftermath of the Intercon dance party, and loving every minute of it. Trying to wrap my mind around the rather pleasant fact that certain friends of mine are actually quite talented dancers. Sleepwalking through rehearsal for 'Midsummer Night's Dream,' which is not really a problem since I learned all three of my lines before rehearsal actually started.
3/2/02 - Working at a rather hectic, insane, high-stress job. Handling one of the most emotionally challenging cases I have ever encountered, dealing with the aftermath of an incompetent coworker's intentionally botching and obfuscating cases before he was fired, and generally failing to cope. Living in a tiny apartment in Malden, slowly coming to terms with being back in Massachusetts, and entirely unsure of where my life is going.
3/2/01 - If I remember my schedule correctly, this was right in the middle of my Orthopedic Surgery rotation. The scars from the Saint Bernard who tried to eat my face were fading, but I was still refusing to set foot outside the house except to go to school, and I wouldn't look anyone in the eye. I was torn between loving surgery and hating orthopedics, even though Dr. Olmstead let me use the power drill, and was torn between hope and fear at the thought of coming home in a few months.
3/2/00 - Getting very close to the end of my junior year in vet school - almost two months until the start of clinics. I was taking my last ever classes, facing my last ever set of exams, and panicking wildly about starting my senior year, putting on the white coat, and handling my first ever patients. I had, in my eternal need to pre-plan, already started studying for boards and sending out resumes.
3/2/99 - Halfway through vet school, and finally starting to appreciate Ohio. At this point, I had found a social circle outside the classroom, and was spending most of my weekends playing in a fairly non-atrocious Vampire game or dancing until my feet bled at the local Goth club. Settling into an imperfect but tolerable long-distance relationship, and spending most of my waking hours studying for the parasitology class from hell.
3/2/98 - Wrapping up my first year at vet school. Living with the roommate from heck, and realizing rather rapidly that similar interests and career goals do not necessarily make for good living companions. Also, my cat tended to taunt the heck out of her blind puppy, which she didn't appreciate. Learning how to dissect horses, and wondering if this is really an applicable life skill. Wondering if long-distance relationships ever really make it.
3/2/97 - Living with my angelic godmother, and working full-time as a vet-tech for a manic-depressive doctor with a tendency to throw things at me. More or less resigned to the thought that I will never get into vet school - applications were sent out six months ago, and I haven't really heard back from anyone. (The acceptance letter from OSU arrived three months later, and my godmother had to open it after I refused). Dating the guy who was my best friend for so many years, and lamenting living half an hour from him, laughably thinking this was a long distance.
3/2/96 - Senior year in college. Living at the top of the dorm on top of a hill, spending most of my waking hours at my best friend's house at the bottom of the hill. Desperately awaiting word from half a dozen vet schools (the word would eventually turn out to be a loud 'NO!'), dating a slightly panicky redhead from Virginia, and enjoying biochemistry class far more than any sane human has a right to.
3/2/95 - Most of the way through my junior year. I think this was during my brief phase on crutches, after nearly having my Achilles tendon severed by a vicious library stool. Attending final dress rehearsal for George a' Green on crutches, much to the director's consternation; on the other hand, the limp at least masks the fact that I can't even vaguely pretend to walk like a boy. Blowing off GRE study classes to play Dungeons and Dragons. Enjoying not dating anybody, denying any accusations of romantic thoughts towards a slightly panicky redhead from Virginia.
3/2/94 - Sophomore year in college. Totally and utterly immersed in SCA, with a side dish of gaming. Standing daily date to watch Animaniacs and Batman at a friend's dorm room. Occasionally going to class, when I can think of nothing better to do. Avoiding roommate whenever possible, playing unhealthy amounts of Magic: The Gathering, and dating a guy whom I have nothing in common with, but whose roommates thought we had hooked up. Slowly coming to realize that the big blonde norse guy who runs my Sunday game is actually kinda nice, and not nearly as intimidating as I thought.
Okay, so maybe things haven't really changed that much....
3/2/04 - Having a day off from work. Walked the length and breadth of my neighborhood, taking advantage of an absolutely glorious day. Voted, went to the library and binged on gardening books, went to the grocery to stock up on baking necessities. Had a truly horrid tuna salad sandwich for dinner with a truly wonderful friend, danced, talked, about to curl up in bed with my fiance.
3/2/03 - Suffering from severe muscle strain and rug-burned feet in the aftermath of the Intercon dance party, and loving every minute of it. Trying to wrap my mind around the rather pleasant fact that certain friends of mine are actually quite talented dancers. Sleepwalking through rehearsal for 'Midsummer Night's Dream,' which is not really a problem since I learned all three of my lines before rehearsal actually started.
3/2/02 - Working at a rather hectic, insane, high-stress job. Handling one of the most emotionally challenging cases I have ever encountered, dealing with the aftermath of an incompetent coworker's intentionally botching and obfuscating cases before he was fired, and generally failing to cope. Living in a tiny apartment in Malden, slowly coming to terms with being back in Massachusetts, and entirely unsure of where my life is going.
3/2/01 - If I remember my schedule correctly, this was right in the middle of my Orthopedic Surgery rotation. The scars from the Saint Bernard who tried to eat my face were fading, but I was still refusing to set foot outside the house except to go to school, and I wouldn't look anyone in the eye. I was torn between loving surgery and hating orthopedics, even though Dr. Olmstead let me use the power drill, and was torn between hope and fear at the thought of coming home in a few months.
3/2/00 - Getting very close to the end of my junior year in vet school - almost two months until the start of clinics. I was taking my last ever classes, facing my last ever set of exams, and panicking wildly about starting my senior year, putting on the white coat, and handling my first ever patients. I had, in my eternal need to pre-plan, already started studying for boards and sending out resumes.
3/2/99 - Halfway through vet school, and finally starting to appreciate Ohio. At this point, I had found a social circle outside the classroom, and was spending most of my weekends playing in a fairly non-atrocious Vampire game or dancing until my feet bled at the local Goth club. Settling into an imperfect but tolerable long-distance relationship, and spending most of my waking hours studying for the parasitology class from hell.
3/2/98 - Wrapping up my first year at vet school. Living with the roommate from heck, and realizing rather rapidly that similar interests and career goals do not necessarily make for good living companions. Also, my cat tended to taunt the heck out of her blind puppy, which she didn't appreciate. Learning how to dissect horses, and wondering if this is really an applicable life skill. Wondering if long-distance relationships ever really make it.
3/2/97 - Living with my angelic godmother, and working full-time as a vet-tech for a manic-depressive doctor with a tendency to throw things at me. More or less resigned to the thought that I will never get into vet school - applications were sent out six months ago, and I haven't really heard back from anyone. (The acceptance letter from OSU arrived three months later, and my godmother had to open it after I refused). Dating the guy who was my best friend for so many years, and lamenting living half an hour from him, laughably thinking this was a long distance.
3/2/96 - Senior year in college. Living at the top of the dorm on top of a hill, spending most of my waking hours at my best friend's house at the bottom of the hill. Desperately awaiting word from half a dozen vet schools (the word would eventually turn out to be a loud 'NO!'), dating a slightly panicky redhead from Virginia, and enjoying biochemistry class far more than any sane human has a right to.
3/2/95 - Most of the way through my junior year. I think this was during my brief phase on crutches, after nearly having my Achilles tendon severed by a vicious library stool. Attending final dress rehearsal for George a' Green on crutches, much to the director's consternation; on the other hand, the limp at least masks the fact that I can't even vaguely pretend to walk like a boy. Blowing off GRE study classes to play Dungeons and Dragons. Enjoying not dating anybody, denying any accusations of romantic thoughts towards a slightly panicky redhead from Virginia.
3/2/94 - Sophomore year in college. Totally and utterly immersed in SCA, with a side dish of gaming. Standing daily date to watch Animaniacs and Batman at a friend's dorm room. Occasionally going to class, when I can think of nothing better to do. Avoiding roommate whenever possible, playing unhealthy amounts of Magic: The Gathering, and dating a guy whom I have nothing in common with, but whose roommates thought we had hooked up. Slowly coming to realize that the big blonde norse guy who runs my Sunday game is actually kinda nice, and not nearly as intimidating as I thought.
Okay, so maybe things haven't really changed that much....
