Flashes of Panic

The nature of classes is that one tends to focus on the immediate future to the exclusion of the long-term. You worry about the problem set due tomorrow, and not the project due in three weeks, because the problem set is in your face.

So it came as a bit of a shock to me when I went in for course registration “advising” (irrelevant, because the only course I need to register for next spring is a Masters’ Thesis/Project) and my advisor said, “We need to fill out a degree sheet for you, don’t we.”

As a result, I spent part of Friday flitting around the department printing forms and trying to get signatures from people who weren’t present. I wound up with a sort of paper assertion that I intend to receive a paper and some letters from the University next May. Given that it has only been about fourteen months since I started here, it seems too soon to be planning departure, but the sheet confirms that I’m pretty close to done.

I checked the box saying I planned to continue for another degree, not because I positively have such plans, but because it seemed more prudent to leave that door open. However, the time for reaching a decision on that score is coming soon.

(Yes, I’ve barely been posting here. I’ve been busy… and scratching.)

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