Mid Degree Crisis?

As I've expressed here frequently of late, I'm not a fan of my honours thesis project. A week off that should have seen me focus on it saw me look at it for maybe 3 hours in making some simple plots to keep supervisors happy and responding to a few e-mails. I was supposed to go in one day this week to learn how to prepare some of my samples for yet another set of analyses, but didn't get an e-mail telling me when that would happen.

Apparently the next tests will take the better part of 3 weeks to finish, while I am supposed to have a rough draft of a thesis written for next week. I could write the thesis around the data I am still waiting on, but instead I'm using it as an excuse to string things out even further. So long as I have things in order for my presentation near the end of March, there shouldn't be any issues. In the mean time I just cannot bring myself to sit down and put things together.

At first I thought I was just sick of schooling in general, but I am taking other courses this term, and aside from the typical gripes, am enjoying them. Infact, having saved some arts electives til the end of my degree and now taking the same style introductory courses I took 4 years ago, I've found a bit more interest than I had of late. I'm certainly not about to switch into a 4 year Psychology degree or anything ridiculous like that, but it holds interest well enough.

Instead, its the self directed thesis portion of things that's dragging me down right now. I am hoping that its simply the fact that I was never enthusiastic (to say the least) about my topic to begin with that is most of the reason for my dragging my ass. If its the self directed research side of things, then perhaps going on to get my Masters won't be the best idea. The problem with stopping now of course would be that I don't like most of the jobs I could go fill with my Bachelors degree. In truth, I've had the feeling lately that I'd be most happy doing under the table computer repairs, or at worst registering as a small business and doing the same.

So long as I could make enough money to roughly maintain the same lifestyle I have now for the long term I'd be satisfied. I've never carried illusions of leaving a major mark on society, or making myself a rich man. A few extravagancies (my beer, my music, my computer, my home theatre and my steak) are all I really need. Beyond that, making contributions where I can; being an intelligent person and passing on any wisdom possible when possible are all I motivate myself with.

We'll see what waking up in the morning for the next few months brings in terms of new motivation, or job opportunity. In the mean time, I'd be happy to fix your computer problems at minimum wage + parts and travel!

Geek is as Geek Does

When you're a big nerd, with little money, and few other available options available despite the freakishly warm weather, activities like geocaching seem like a good idea. When I was a kid it used to be getting dressed up in full camouflage outfits and playing manhunt in the park behind my buddies house, now its aggrandized treasure hunting. For those too lazy to check the link, it basically amounts to using a handheld GPS unit to look for otherwise randomly hidden taped up peanut butter jars filled with trinkets and a notepad.

I don't infact own a GPS unit, but Steve scored one in his x-mas stash and has become fairly addicted. My girlfriend and I, on the other hand just use, him as an excuse to get out and do something without spending much beyond the cost of gas, and extra loads of laundry to wash out the inevitable caking of mud. Like I say, its really just an excuse, as I was just as engaged in scrambling up and down the muddy slopes of the trails next to the Grand River as anyone while twilight settled in last night. However, the line for me is drawn at logging in to an online community to document, with an obscure set of acronyms, my nerdly glory.

Instead, I take my pocket protector, with a dash of nostalgia, and embrace the online community that is become Facebook. Its really like a rolodex status symbol combined with a highschool reunion, with only a small side of catching up with people you lost touch with that you otherwise actually liked, or the networking with new acquaintances. Its more addictive than it really should be for what it is, a less annoying version of MySpace. A review of some awful home videos from the past last night affirms that sometimes things from the past are sequestered there for very good reason.

The Home Stretch

Nothing will quite make you feel old like walking in to a first year arts course in the last term of your bachelors degree. All so young and naive and still pretty much straight out of highschool, and most without a clue of what they actually want to do, but just going through the motions. I suppose I incited the same feelings some 6 plus years ago already when I found my way into my first university class.

It was a general interest course in descriptive astronomy, listed under the science department, but not valid as a credit towards a science degree. It was a night course on top of that, so the spread in the class had me, at 17, to a man who appeared to be in his early sixties taking classes to keep the mind fresh. It took me about 2 classes to learn that you didn't actually have to try to jot down every single word of the lecture. Combined with the advent of profs making coursenotes more readily available online, the note-taking practice has been carefully revised over the years following, and a sixth sense for the actual relevant/exam worthy points has been well developed.

That skill too will grow on the kids in my 1st year classes this term, but in the mean time they will sit there scribbling every passing comment made, and chatting it up incessantly over the lecturer in between. And I will sit there feeling older than I am, but not young enough to be amused by it all anymore. Four months from now if I was in the States I'd be accredited with B.S., but I'll have to settle for my B.Sc.