I haven’t written anything, good or bad, since the middle of February. I’ve found myself stuck in a place filled with relationship memories that I can’t stop writing about. It isn’t that I haven’t written anything at all – I’ve started or continued working on at least four separate essays – but I can’t commit to one. I think this week will be good for me because I have a deadline to complete an essay by Monday (for my nonfiction workshop, which has been absolutely horrendous). I won’t say more, because if I start, it will never stop.
Less than two months to go until I graduate and move back to Los Angeles for the summer. I’m excited and a bit terrified at the prospect of moving to Virginia. Now that I’ve been accepted, I feel very doubtful of my work. But that’s good, because it means I’ll work harder once I get there.
I just accepted an invitation to join the Russian honors society at UC Berkeley. It was my first invitation and it feels pretty good. A nice resume booster for later, although I don’t know if it will help that much.
The slavic graduating class is so small. It’s like twenty students. Weird.