Here I am, in Doha, Qatar, and we're (Dad, Matthew and Paul) are playing a version of Settler's of Catan online. Three of us are on our laptops, and my dad is on his home computer. Nothing like family togetherness. :)
Tomorrow we're off - well, let's specify. The girls are off to be pampered. That will be nice.
I've really enjoyed Qatar so far. I'll be posting more in depth info, and pictures from the trip after I get home. I've forgotten my card reader for the camera. I better go, I need to focus on the game. (Mainly, so I don't miss my turn! - oh, and there is this great massaging chair....)
ciao.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
do i really want to grow up?
Well, I've received an acceptance letter to a school - granted this is IF I graduate, AND send in my letter of intent, three letters of recommendation, AND I have a good audition. But, barring a really bad audition, I have been accepted to UNLV graduate school, DMA program. This to me is a little strange. I'm known to joke about how old I am, but I've never joked that I'm super mature. One part of me knows that once I begin this trek towards another degree - I guess I'll need to act more grown up. However, a few of my friends have or will soon have this degree, and though they are a bit more put together than I, they're still quite normal.
I guess I have this picture of what a 'doctor' should be like. Think, Sherlock Holmes, with a bit of Poirot - super smart and a bit pretentious, with a bit of hubris, that makes them all the more forgivable. You get mad at them, but they're so good at what they do, and don't realize that they are a bit pretentious, that you are constantly forgiving them.
None of the friends I referred to earlier fit into this stereotype, so I'm not quite sure why it still lingers in my mind, but it is there. Another possible image of smartness that I've logged is that of my hero, Dr. Who. He's a doctor. I don't think there's any way possible to compete with a Time Lord, however. Nor two brainy detectives.
Moral of the story: I should be all right. I'm sure I'll have the 'what the heck am I doing' moments, but hopefully they'll grow fewer and farther between.
cheers.
I guess I have this picture of what a 'doctor' should be like. Think, Sherlock Holmes, with a bit of Poirot - super smart and a bit pretentious, with a bit of hubris, that makes them all the more forgivable. You get mad at them, but they're so good at what they do, and don't realize that they are a bit pretentious, that you are constantly forgiving them.
None of the friends I referred to earlier fit into this stereotype, so I'm not quite sure why it still lingers in my mind, but it is there. Another possible image of smartness that I've logged is that of my hero, Dr. Who. He's a doctor. I don't think there's any way possible to compete with a Time Lord, however. Nor two brainy detectives.
Moral of the story: I should be all right. I'm sure I'll have the 'what the heck am I doing' moments, but hopefully they'll grow fewer and farther between.
cheers.
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