As I walked up the stairs, I smelled honey suckles and jasmine blossoms. Smells that have, since childhood, invoked excitement at the coming summer. However, I didn't feel the small burst of optimism that usually helps me get through finals. Instead, I found myself thinking that this would be the last time the changing of the season would correspond with changes in my life--school turning to the sweet freedom of summer.
I have no idea what live has in store for me. I'm being super indecisive about culinary school--much to the annoyance of the le cordon bleu financial aid and admission staffs. I applied for a job yesterday at the first trader joe's location, which happens to be just a couple miles down the road from my new place. I talked to the manager for a while in a casual conversation as I shopped after dropping off the application and resume. It seemed to go really well, but I probably won't get a call about interviewing for at least 2 weeks.
I'm currently looking for restaurants at which I may have my graduation dinner. Really, I should be working on the presentation that I have in an hour, the many little assignments for psych which are due on Friday, or the last paper I'll write in my undergraduate career about this neat silverlake restaurant, most of which will be bullshit.
