|The Great Los Angeles Experiment is Over
||[Jun. 16th, 2007|01:00 pm]
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I haven't often updated this journal, so I'll just assume that anyone who actually still checks this might legitimately care. As some people have learned through hearsay or Erin's journal, we are moving back to Massachusetts. We don't know where we're going to live yet, the intent is to stay with her parents only so long as it takes to find an apartment, a job, and move.
I moved out here to study Biostatistics, and so long as I was caught up in the UCLA life, things were OK. UCLA is kind of different than "typical LA", and not owning a car or even really wanting to go and see things, I didn't leave a 1-mile radius very often. The Fall and Winter courses were interesting and challenging, but the Spring courses were tedius with the exception of a Mathematics course that I was taking on the side of my program. I kind of chalked it up to a bad selection, bad professors, or whatnot.
I had a couple of "statistics" jobs lined up that I figured would help me figure out what I wanted to do with my education, or at least give me insight into what a statistician might do. Unfortunately, they were really just glorified data entry jobs, with no real statistical challenge. Fast forward to the second year Fall quarter, and my courses are just as boring as ever, and I kind of came to the conclusion that a Master's degree in Biostatistics was just a qualification for being a robot. I had no real interest in most of this medical stuff, and all of the fun stuff was either in the research or experiment design on the science side, or further toward Mathematics, un-hindered by flaky Public Health types who wanted you to make their unorganized, poorly gathered data look pretty.
I lost motivation hardcore with 2 weeks left in the Fall quarter, I was simply unable to even go through the motions of the work any longer. Even if I completed the course work, I didn't want to do this any longer, so why waste the remainder of the school year for a degree that I would hate? On the other hand, I did enjoy teaching the sections of lab that I did as a TA. I'm not sure I'd be the best teacher though, I get far too exasperated when someone asks me how to do something that was taught 2 weeks ago, and I can't fathom how they did the work of the past 2 weeks not knowing how to do it the entire time.
I've spent the past few months now being just rather unmotivated, I had a bit of a fiasco with the Apple Store in which I took a job there working Back of House (read: box moving) just to bring in some money; the listing had implied I'd be leading BoH, but apparently it was wrong. I'd also applied to be a Mac Genius (tech) at another location, but apparently after taking the BoH job, I was ineligible to be hired at another store. Complete bullshit, but supposely Apple had a promotion program to work people upward. Well, unfortunately it churned everyone upward at a molasses pace, and my education meant nothing to anyone once they'd determined that I was a box-pusher. Serving only as a reminder to be nicer to retail and food-service people in the future, I left the Apple Store.
So yeah. Coming back to Massachusetts, where I belong. The bars are places to meet friends, rather than to be seen. Public transportation that actually goes places where people want to go, and where people live. A place where cars are a luxury, not a necessity. A place where luxury is not considered a necessity!
I still feel a bit alienated; living with my friends from college kind of fucked something up. It felt like we drifted apart or just otherwise didn't mesh as well. Apologies should be extended to Nicole, she's called and e-mailed me, and I haven't bothered to reply. I meant to, but I just didn't. Hopefully I'll be able to settle back into living in Massachusetts, seeing plenty of those I love, while avoiding sight or mention of others.
Flight comes in at 8:15 PM on Saturday June 30th in Providence, bring the "Welcome Home" banner and the ticker-tape.