Well. Except for the BoA meeting this morning, my day was remarkably lacking in AIESECness. Hardly had any sleep -- woke up wired at about 10:00 p.m. the night before (after crashing at around 6:00 p.m.), then stayed up the whole day through. Spent the night mostly organizing my files, cleaning up my computer, and fiddling with my undergrad thesis proposal. I had a heck of a time unearthing all sorts of obscure files on competency development, structured learning processes and issue-based experiences. Most of it is now either tucked neatly into nondescript folders or hurled at the yawning black hole of whatever is beyond my computer trash.
(What I'm looking forward to most though is purging my Gmail account and my Apple mail. Hello.)
Post-meeting, headed to school. Crammed a bit for my meeting with my thesis adviser. Stayed for nearly an hour -- she got me all excited about my topic again. Which is good, seeing as I'll be spending a good part of the weekend doing extra research to establish historical context and expand my bloody data set. It feels a little weird to genuinely like what I'm writing about (especially since it's Economics). I don't think I've ever felt like this about a paper since... my Filipino homosexual identity paper for Sociology of Sexualities. Or that paper I wrote on childhood heterosexist trauma for that Women's Studies course. That was a hoot. Oh, and that paper I wrote on the enforced encroachment of intelligent design on the discursive space of science. That really was more trouble than what it was worth... considering it was a first-year English class on university writing.
After that, the rest of my day was spent in random non-AIESEC meetings, random non-AIESEC bump-ins, and not-so-random non-AIESEC crawls around the north side of campus. Got home, dived into my bed for all of 5 minutes and dragged myself to dinner with non-AIESEC friends and folk.
I don't know. I thought I'd be a little more torn up over "turnover," but I'm curiously serene. The past few years have taught me to be wary of making emotional investments, but it was hard not to bleed a little over AIESEC. What with all those blips of drama, the incredible tedium, the typical snarls of conflicting commitments and butting heads... last year was definitely... an experience? An experience. Now it's over, and I can have just a little bit more of my life back. It just feels weird I guess.
And, what, it's my last term of school (universe willing). I get a little jittery sometimes, a little misanthropic at times, but the future (no matter how it makes me cringe to admit) is bright. I have a general sense of what I want to do, and have access to viable opportunities to get to where I want to be (both figuratively and literally). My family is well (although my brothers are idiots), my friends are dear, the weather's getting better.
Now I'm just waiting for the world to cave in.
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