Thursday, June 12, 2008
I just booked a plane ticket to Cedar Rapids, Iowa.
I guess I'm freaking out a little. I have not done something like book a plane ticket somewhere since I went to Germany and that was a good five years ago (eegad, time flies).
The major reason I booked the flight in the first place is because I signed up to attend a visitor's weekend at the grad school I've been eyeing (and kind of salivating over). They offer travel scholarships, so I figure if all I end up paying to go to Iowa for four days is forty-five dollars, that's money well spent. Hell, if I were going expressly to take in the sprawling horizons of rolling wheat fields, forty-five dollars would be hard to beat. But considering that visiting this University will ultimately decide which direction I will lead my life in the next year and a half, forty-five dollars is coo-coo wacky craziness.
Granted, I suspect the trip will end up costing more than that, but the point I'm trying to make is, no matter what, it's worth it.
I'm not sure why the sudden urge to get things done came over me (though, I should note that the urge to apply to the University for the Fall of 2009 came upon me in a similar fashion). But I suspect it's because I was feeling like quite the downtrodden soul earlier today and this is my way of bouncing back with a vengeance, all Beatrix Kiddo like.