So I’ve been flicking through pages of this blog and it’s a little mind-blowing to realise how much of my life is up here (albeit heavily disguised and hidden in metaphors and haiku). It made me sad to think I haven’t really documented any of this year in the same sneaky way. I guess it’s a mark of growing up, which is not strictly something I want to do.
Here is an adequately vague summary of 2012:
This is a year of acceptances and successes. I had to accept that my academic plan was going to be different to my peers, come to terms with being the odd-one-out, the only person starting honours halfway through the year.
But honours is crazy. I’ve gotten better at things rapidly. Machines that once terrified me are now my loyal and hardworking subjects.
Haha, Mr Centrifuge, you’re making that high-pitched screeching sound again, but rather than running for my life, I will simply stand beside you and glare, knowing that you’ll shut up any second and get on with the job at hand!
When I say these sorts of things out loud, I gain the fearful respect of the centrifuge, but my coworkers think I’m odd.
I’ve had successes with grades, work, haircuts, and crystallography.
I’ve learned more this year than I expected to, in about as many areas as one could prod with a stick.*
I want to use this blog more, I want to have opinions (something I’m scared of because usually I don’t have enough evidence to back up my opinions, so it all just feels weak), and I want to write about science and cool things that are happening, and blogs and comics that I like on the internet, and awesome music like this:
I miss being vague on the internet.
Perhaps expect more from me, dear readers, as I can feel the procrastination creeping up on me.
Love your mothers.
*Do not prod sensitive areas with sticks.