Oh, she could have made worse choices (unless, God forbid, something will happen to her in the extra time she chose to spend in the army). It's just a month, and since the next Academic year she'll be able to start university will start in October 2010, few months in army to save money to start life at a better point is rational choice.
I'm just angry at her for doing so because she's afraid to start her life, that's all. But it's her business, not mine.
Good luck and ~mas to The Girl and The Girl's family (you included), Seska.
I'm just angry at her for doing so because she's afraid to start her life, that's all. But it's her business, not mine.
I don't think this is all that uncommon. My brother in law is a retired Marine. He joined up a few years after school, because he didn't know what he wanted to do. Then, while in the service, took a million correspondence courses, and is one class away from a certificate in a dozen areas. And re-signed several times since we met, and I kept asking why, if every day his response to how's it going is "ya know, another day in hell". And his reason for going another term was "I dunno what I want to do when I grow up yet, so, it's a job, why not". Now he's a retired Marine. Go figure.
The delivery I was waiting for (my bath lift! I can shower every day again! People around me will be so pleased) arrived early. I wonder if I should go and try and work at the library. I'm not achieving much here. On the other hand, many more books here. I shall try another hour or so.
The minutiae* of being a researcher. It's ridiculous.
*My CD-ROM Oxford English Dictionary is a dyslexic writer's dream come true.
Oooooh, happy birthday, omnis!!
Birthday Happies, omnis!!
Happy belated birthday, lovely Sail!
Happy birthday, Omnis!
(I misread - Omnis' birthday is actually tomorrow. Is it tomorrow somewhere? Maybe I can pull it off if I say I was going by the Australian clock or something.)
