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[dreamingpixels]

Ahh, and to think that last year around this time I was panicking about getting into graduate school and running around drunk, thinking I was an Ewok.

I might have to break into that bottle of cinnamon whiskey again, if it's still good a year later. (Otherwise, I'll have to buy myself a new bottle.) I like being a drunk Ewok, hahah.

I can't believe I've survived a year of grad school, with few casualties.

Ah shit. Financial Aid won't have the money to hire a student, so there goes that plan. The lady I talked to said Admissions might be hiring, though. I'll have to go there tomorrow. If worst comes to worst, I could ask Dad for help, but I feel bad doing it. I want to work, you know? OMG I LOVE YOU CAMPUS. Financial Aid called Admissions and told them I'm looking for a job, and they called me and said they're hiring. I think the fact that I've been on campus forever will count in my favor.

Alright, time to pack up and take a final. I'll let everyone know how that goes later. :D