I went out for dinner with a bunch of my lab mates tonight, advisor accompanying (and paying, apparently from grants – I wonder if I’ll be that well-funded?). We went to a bar + food place, whose main attraction is bocce ball, which is apparently a game where you throw balls at other balls, and either try to hit them or try not to, depending. It’s completely one of those games where you know people were playing its predecessor with rocks, thousands of years ago.
I am not, as it turns out, good at bocce.
So I wandered off and started plying my advisor with questions about advising and choosing students, plus a certain amount of “augh what am I doing”. It was a convivial setting, with beer, so he answered pretty openly, and I talked a bit more openly about my current struggles and fears.
You guys, it’s starting to feel like I’m really doing this. It’s actually going to happen. O.O I’m going to go be faculty. I alternate between wildly giddy and feeling like I might vomit.*
So I paint my nails.
Sinful Colors Pull Over (plus cat):
Man, that’s yellow. It’s… oh! Here we go!
School bus yellow is a color which was especially formulated for use on School buses in North America in 1939. The color is now officially known in Canada and the U.S. as National School Bus Glossy Yellow and was originally called National School Bus Chrome. (emph mostly mine)
Thanks, internet! I heart you!
This manages to escape the Curse of the Yellows, possibly because it’s halfway to orange (which also explains why it doesn’t look godawful on me). This is three coats, which I disapprove of somewhat, but it looked nice afterwards instead of still streaky.
* Ever bought your first house? This feels very similar.