It has been, and will continue to be damn busy these days, which I’m sure you can all appreciate. But thought I’d put down a few thoughts into my log for keepsake.

I feel like this very big log that’s rolling down this really awfully bumpy terrain, and the end of the road is this place of uncertainty. It could lead to a place of planning paradise filled with transit-oriented developments, or some really contaminated pond, or worse, a landfill.

I’ll leave it to you to decide that the heck my metaphors are attempting to represent.

Maybe I should be a planning poet.

It’s been a constant go-go since the beginning of the term— from finding a place to live, completing my work report, working on grad scholarships, in addition to ever accumulating work from all my classes. I thought I would be coping better given that I don’t have to look for a coop job this term, but maybe because of the unpredictability of grad administrative work, I’m finding myself always feeling nervous.

Anyways, don’t expect any interesting entries for a long while. I will continue to write about what’s going on in the world of a older-than-everyone planning student.