In the mean time, I have a year a spare on my list of 'what to do's': to prevent my brain from rotting any further I'm gonna get a job; any job for that matter, in this current economy everyone's a beggar and can't be a chooser. I also have to do some internships to bulk up my CV, which is seriously barren of any work experience.
On a positive note Stan was surprisingly nice about the situation, he asked which one of us was sitting out a year of school and then said he was more than happy for me to continue with my project. I suspect he was pleased with the fact that I actually wanted to finish of my work but, he's pretty hard to read. Eleanor and I noticed that the only person he was ever really happy to see was one of his Phd students. Comparing the two men I can see many similarities: they're both tall, both lean, wiry men and both have cherub-like curls. Which brings me to my main point, I recently cut my hair (courtesy of my sister) because the afro roots of my hair couldn't cohabit with the straight relaxed ends. In my attempts to render my new hairstyle as acceptable I ended up with some-what cherub like hair. I think Stanewsky greatly appreciated this as I reminded him of his favourite student.
Unfortunately, my supervisor is leaving in about 2 weeks, we'll be very sad to see her go. This is gonna be a short post but it's nice to be writing again.
