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aamcnamara) wrote2009-02-11 04:35 pm
aamcnamara) wrote2009-02-11 04:35 pm
vienna waits for you
Rejection today from Interfictions 2. I like to send stories back out again right away, but I can't think of a market for this one, and now I'm having doubts about if it really is any good, anyway, and shouldn't I just rewrite it completely?
Which way lies madness, of course.
--
On the school front, about a million projects are due next week. And essays. Also papers. (And all the paperwork for applying for financial aid--it's enough to make a girl wish for standardized processes to get rid of all these weird deadlines, or at least for it to be next year, when I'll only have to deal with one college's crazy ideas of what makes a good financial aid timeline.)
Fleet on the heels of that will come the deadline for my Presidential Scholars application. One of 3,000 candidates in the country is, at the very least, better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick; on the other hand, it means filling out an application that's as large as most of the college applications I did.
This next one is entirely my fault for finding: a physics summer program that looks awesome and to which I want to apply. Which isn't so much a chore, except that it's another thing to write in my planner and agonize over not doing.
And I wonder why I'm stressed.
(Tangent: Usually, I can work at a fierce and high level of concentration. I always want to have a higher goal than I've achieved; this is why teachers who give me A's on essay drafts and no comments on how to make it better frustrate me. This works, except when that fierce and high level of concentration lapses, and I still have those sky-high ideals of What I Ought To Be Able To Do. I am not sure what to do about this, except to try to remember this and treat myself kindly.)
Which way lies madness, of course.
--
On the school front, about a million projects are due next week. And essays. Also papers. (And all the paperwork for applying for financial aid--it's enough to make a girl wish for standardized processes to get rid of all these weird deadlines, or at least for it to be next year, when I'll only have to deal with one college's crazy ideas of what makes a good financial aid timeline.)
Fleet on the heels of that will come the deadline for my Presidential Scholars application. One of 3,000 candidates in the country is, at the very least, better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick; on the other hand, it means filling out an application that's as large as most of the college applications I did.
This next one is entirely my fault for finding: a physics summer program that looks awesome and to which I want to apply. Which isn't so much a chore, except that it's another thing to write in my planner and agonize over not doing.
And I wonder why I'm stressed.
(Tangent: Usually, I can work at a fierce and high level of concentration. I always want to have a higher goal than I've achieved; this is why teachers who give me A's on essay drafts and no comments on how to make it better frustrate me. This works, except when that fierce and high level of concentration lapses, and I still have those sky-high ideals of What I Ought To Be Able To Do. I am not sure what to do about this, except to try to remember this and treat myself kindly.)