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dalena | 25 | counting fancies
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working at the learning lab
4th feb 1986
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
running outta time 4:34 pm

I can't decide if I'm just not used to the whole school routine yet (although it is already week six) or if this term is just particularly busy. Maybe because I've been working a lot more this term as compared to the other terms, or maybe because there is also a need to worry about my career...all this, together with the huge thundercloud of school hovering over my head, is killing me.

I am officially sleep-deprived and extremely cranky. Of course, I'm partly to blame for having almost zero self-discipline and crap time management. Really, what's new?

What with Lehman's downfall, Merill Lynch's buyover, and the general death of the banking industry, I'm not too sure if applying to the banks is the way to go anymore. I actually am vaguely considering furthering my studies, and going somewhere else to take my Masters now since the job market is so bad anyway - except that I doubt the places I want to go to for my Masters would accept me, given I have no work experience and only mediocre grades.

Being a final year student really does suck. I know that there are people who can't wait to graduate, get out of school and start earning their own money, but you can't already tell...I'm certainly not one of them. I'm really in no hurry to have to wade out into the big world pool and worry about all the mundane things that all working adults have to worry about. Ugh!

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