Applying for graduate school has been one half mind numbing tedium, one half wide-eyed excitement, and one half a strange amalgamation of introspection, pride and regret. The whole thing is taking up a very significant amount of time. Luckily, my practice is currently at a manageable level or as I like to call it "alert level aquamarine" since the emergency situation that came up last week seems to have resolved.
One of the biggest application problems I've encountered is that I don't have a significant portion of the work that I did as an undergraduate. I had kept my work on a few 3 1/4" floppies and in some cardboard boxes and about half (this post is just full of halves) of those were destroyed in the aftermath of a big storm and flood in Phili. If I had just made use of some of this newfangled modern technology to back that work up I would be in this position but come on: it's 2008. Shouldn't we have robots walking around who automatically back up and store everything we do by now?
What really makes me feel like a bonehead though is that my girlfriend has kept almost all of her old work from college stacked away oh so neatly.
Still, I did read over some of my old essays that were only moderately water damaged and reading those essays really gave me an insight into the mind of a much younger me. For example, I learned that the 20 year old me never proof read anything that he wrote.