This blog has accompanied me through my journey in graduate school. I started this blog when I was about to depart Manila and move to Buffalo back in July of 2005. I remember being excited, blogging about trip-planning, about how I was preparing for the trip and the whole enchilada, about how I was packing, finalizing my paperwork, weighing which items I would be bringing and which I would leave in the Philippines. I remember blogging about my ride, and about how life as a graduate student turned out to be. I blogged about my classes, my papers, my projects, my ups and downs in graduate school.
I also blogged about vacations and travel, which is a passion that I somehow developed over time. I blogged about places that I have been to, places that I have visited, places that I have given talks in, places that I have taken pictures of.
I also blogged about roommates and their good and bad traits, how they never clean, how they act like a pig, how they have very long hair that it ruined my vacuum cleaner, how they never seemed to have a sense of responsibility, and how my current roommates seem to be the best ones so far that I seem to be the messiest in the house.
I also blogged about certain dilemmas that I faced, how I finally learned how to use my own head and think for myself, how I got so close to the edge of snapping and getting a nervous breakdown, how I abandoned belief in religion since it doesn't make sense, how the desire to be pragmatic and practical made me undergo a paradigm shift and change my outlook in life altogether, and due to this I lost friends and gained some.
So, 4 and a half years and 1000 posts later, where do I find myself? I am still here, near the end of the graduate career that I currently am treading, and a year and a half away from graduation. I am finished with my coursework, and mostly am busy with research on my own projects and with projects that I am collaborating with other people. I just came out of my adviser's office this afternoon, with a happy face, since it seems that I have convinced him that my story makes sense and that it is worth pursuing, and that I am not talking shit. That is always a good thing: one should be able to convince one's adviser that one is not insane.
Some people commented that I am melancholy at times. I suppose this is due to the fact that I still have no clear income source after this semester, at this point. I have been job-hunting here and there, and so far there are denials. I seem to be over-qualified at most spots that I apply for. Either I am over-qualified for a position because all they want is a person with simply a bachelor's degree, or I am under-qualified since the position requires a PhD and I don't have it yet. Too bad there aren't a lot of happy medium positions lying around. Life sucks, I realize that. But that is also reality, and there is nothing I can do about it. Hopefully, there is something good that comes my way.
Anyway, if I always dwell on these depressing thoughts, I will just be depressed. That's why I am celebrating with the passage of my 1000th post. For that, I am happy. There's always tomorrow, and with tomorrow are surprises. Who knows, that surprise might be a good one.