Now that Christmas vacation has come and gone I have little excuse for procrastinating longer than I already have: the next few months shall determine my future career. DOONG. No pressure! I just have to find an internship and preferably a PAID internship. People tell me that finding a paid internship is like finding a health care plan that will actually pass through both the House and Senate. Besides feeling daunted, I have to assemble my entire academic and non-academic history into something that cannot be resisted by the employing world.
Today I made the first attempt and sent my resume and a cover letter (electronically) to an NGO that isn't even hiring. They looked interesting, they're based in Washington, and if they're not hiring, I have nothing to lose anyway, right? It's the first plunge and I'm glad it's over with. Now that the ice has been broken, I hope to crank through these applications without the dragging feet of old.
What I've been doing to distract myself (and to procrastinate) is find out new things to bake and cook. Last week it was chocolate chip cookies followed by oatmeal raisin cookies. This week it is potato leek soup and Swedish chocolate cake. Spring better hurry up because soon I won't be able to fit into my pants - but I will be outfitted with a stunning repertoire of recipes.
Other than that, class isn't demanding enough. I wish it wasn't the Swedish prerogative to say up front that nothing about a class is compulsory. Where is the incentive in that? I know, self motivation, right? My American schooled sensibilities are revolting. Revolting against the lack of rod behind my back.
When I do manage to drive my 23 year old body out into the cold, winter wonder of Sweden and bike the 20 minutes into town, I spend the day in the library with friends. Every once in a while we all go out for coffee and a group-grumble before returning to the books. It's a good student life. I can't complain.
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