Pit stops on the trail

I figure since my friend started a new blog, I needed to update mine....and keep updating it regularly.

I am back in my hometown living with my Mama. I have missed her and know she is happy to have me back cooking her meals again, going with her to the store, and watching movies with her when she is not grading stupid (and smart) kids' papers. She knows, however, that I hope for this to be a temporary stop on the trail, an intermediary chapter in a longer story. If you are on a journey of your own, you know exactly what I mean.

I applied to the University of Colorado at Boulder. I have not heard anything as of yet from them back. I hope the community college here sent the transcript on time and everything is nicely sealed and packaged in order to be read. I understand it takes a few weeks for everything to be sorted and for it to be submitted for review. I'm just ready for it to be reviewed.

University of North Carolina at Greensboro and University of Florida (repeats from last year) are up next. I've really grown to appreciate the way they (UNC Greensboro) approach preservation in a community form, treating everything with importance. I like that they see people forget the past unless we keep it alive. Guess I should have done that research more last year, but honestly, I learned more about the cause of preservation at Villa Finale than I ever did before.

I am looking for jobs. Unfortunately, this area is a little dead with the hiring, but I am determined to find a paying position. I need money like anyone else. I got things to pay and stuff I want to buy. I did do a training sim as an assessment for a bank. I just don't know if I scored high enough to be noticed. Banks and I (or anyone I'm related to) have not had a good hiring rapport, as in, they never want to hire me. I don't why; it just happens.

I'll keep the update going. Feb 1st will bring the next 2 applications, then Texas Tech and Appalachian State after that. Much to do, much to do.


--Ellen

Fresh ink starts the new sentence

And a new chapter...

My time at Villa Finale and the city of San Antonio has ended. I will miss it and not miss it. I loved and hated it. Bittersweet was my relationship.

I will miss my friends like Tobin, Katie, Tara, Erika, Farrah, and Patrick. I will miss having everything so close. I will miss getting around easier. I will not miss living next to the interstate, the sound of sirens and trains every few hours, or having roads with little to few turnlanes and sometimes poor demarcation. I enjoy the quietness of my home, seeing my mother, some of my friends and family, and the relative smallness of the city compared to my former haunts of the last 6 months. This place has nothing for my career, however, and will remain forever an intermediary chapter.

My town is beautiful, but small. Small is the word here. Unlike a big city, it has no major museums. Unlike a big city, it has no big museum jobs to try to get. This state also has no museum studies programs in it.

I must get to grad school this year.

So I am applying. I already missed one application date due to the moving process, work ending, internship ending madness i was going through at the end of 2010. I simply forgot, but I just replace that application with another school to apply to. I must keep going.

I have not missed the application date to my dream school, University of Colorado at Boulder, so that is promising. Everything is almost done for that application. I have references lined up. I want to get into that program so badly. Other school app dates are coming mostly at the beginning of February. Hectic, but I will get it done.

So the plan is to stay here until I hear back from the schools and (hopefully) have good news about where I am going. I will get a job until then to past sometime and collect some money for my sake. Jobs here, unlike the big city, are hard to come by as well. Then, when I find out, I hope to pack up early and move to the city. Get a job, get a feel for the location. Then start on my path to a graduate degree.

Hopefully God approves the plan this time.

Sleep time.


---Ellen