I am still waiting. I know that I should just forget it all, and move onto applying for other jobs. Or even applying for grad school. I had thought I had signed up to take the GRE again on Wednesday night, but I have not gotten an email back from them, nor have they charged my credit card. So I should try to sign up again, though it will be in November. Thus, pretty much my last chance to get it right. I feel odd continually taking it, but I know I can get a better score. I took another practice verbal test, and did even better than my last test.
Last night I finally made myself go out and sort of socialize at a bar. Tom and I went to the Bottleneck for Smackdown, which is a trivia game. As the second smallest team, and our first night there, we did not do to badly. We were trailing in last place halfway through, but we pulled up to the middle of the pack. Anyone who is around on a Sunday night is welcome to come out with us. Especially if you know movies and TV. I fought my extreme shyness, which seems to be getting worse. Apparently not interacting with many people decreases my people tolerance. So I fought it with liquor, namely White Russians.
My mind keeps turning to language, and how we use it. Especially written. I stayed away from Linguistics when I was in college because I was going to be one of those people who used my college degree. Turns out I am not. I am proud that I have managed to accumulate a good deal of worthless facts about linguistics, mostly relating to language family groups. But now I am finding that I wish I knew more about grammar. Not to write better, but to find patterns in writing. Like what are the rules for punctuation in quotation marks?
Ok, that last sentence made no sense. Like I said, I'm wasting time. I am trying to think of some year long project I can put to myself. Something that I can see progress on, with many aspects to keep my attention. And cheap. But something I can point to and say "I did that."
Last night I finally made myself go out and sort of socialize at a bar. Tom and I went to the Bottleneck for Smackdown, which is a trivia game. As the second smallest team, and our first night there, we did not do to badly. We were trailing in last place halfway through, but we pulled up to the middle of the pack. Anyone who is around on a Sunday night is welcome to come out with us. Especially if you know movies and TV. I fought my extreme shyness, which seems to be getting worse. Apparently not interacting with many people decreases my people tolerance. So I fought it with liquor, namely White Russians.
My mind keeps turning to language, and how we use it. Especially written. I stayed away from Linguistics when I was in college because I was going to be one of those people who used my college degree. Turns out I am not. I am proud that I have managed to accumulate a good deal of worthless facts about linguistics, mostly relating to language family groups. But now I am finding that I wish I knew more about grammar. Not to write better, but to find patterns in writing. Like what are the rules for punctuation in quotation marks?
Ok, that last sentence made no sense. Like I said, I'm wasting time. I am trying to think of some year long project I can put to myself. Something that I can see progress on, with many aspects to keep my attention. And cheap. But something I can point to and say "I did that."