You had all but lost hope

The very icky "I" word

Internship.

It's the most evil word in the dictionary. 

You apply.  And then you wait.  And wait.  And just when you have begun to believe that you didn't get the job, they call for an interview. 

So you get your hopes up.  You get excited.

You get dressed up and spend twenty minutes with a fake smile on your face trying to sell yourself like a whore on a street corner.

And then you wait.  Wait.  Wait a little longer. 

And then rejection. 

"We were very impressed by your skills but you just aren't good enough.  Have a nice life."

(Que the black clouds and rain).

Wouldn't it be great if life were like that.  You have a bad day and it rains.  You have a good day and it is sunny and the birds are singing.

Of course then the sun might never shine because how do you accommodate everyone's mood?

Screw everyone else.  I want it to rain when I am having a bad day. 

Of course when I am having a bad day and it is sunny that makes me smile. 

But I digress.

Internship is an evil word and currently the vain of my existence.

Remember the days...

..when you didn't get any homework until like a month after the semester started.  Those were nice days.  Now just two weeks into the semester  I am already stressed out by the large and ever-growing pile of homework. 

And on top of it all I am supposed to be getting involved in more extra cirricular activities because they look good on a resume.  And apply for internships.  And keep up with the extra activities I already have.  And in the mountains of free time I have left I am supposed to be improving upon my skills of the software that I can only access in Anderson Hall which is on the exact opposite end of campus from where I live (and the computers that you are sure to have access to are increadbile, frustratingly slow!) 

I feel better now.  I am sure I am not the only one feeling this way.  I just would like to sit back and enjoy what I am told are the best years of my life, but frankly I'm not sure how to fit that in. 

I haven't even talked to my parents in over a week (I'd call them now instead of writing this post that few will read but they are working and I am working so really it would be pointless-I like that word, pointless).

I believe I am going to end here.  I would continue on for I have more to say but then I might just get depressed and frankly I don't want to start the weekend depressed (especially when I already plan on spending my Saturday doing homework). 

Perhaps I should end on a happy note...

I get to sleep in tomorrow.

Pointless

The word of the day is Pointless.  I made a pointless walk to the football ticket office.  I emailed back the people telling them when I was available for an interview which was pointless because they scheduled me for a time that doesn't work anyway.  And finally it was pointless to email my group because none of them emailed me back.

Pointless.

I helped change the world