Kris Jordan

Quick warning: this post is likely going to head in unrelated directions. A lot has been going on and a lot continues to go on. So I’ll start with the easy stuff.

Last weekend we had a party here before the game. First quasi-big one of the year. Fun stuff. It was nice to not be working on a Saturday. Slowly things devolved into a euphoric chaos only to be brought down by the walk to Kenan Stadium for the game. Pictures are up. I wound up only being there a short time before heading back home, getting trapped in a health sciences building, setting off some emergency exits (whoops) and finally making my way back to the house. Sometimes I wonder how many youthful blunders I have left up my sleeve and if everyone starts out with some predetermined number of “screw it let’s just let loose,” nights which countdown to a magical finale of adulthood?

Speaking of clocks ticking down, how about senior year? One month, down. Three years and one month, down. Incredible. Retrospect is a funny thing. At this point I look back on college with a strong sense of nostalgia and only the smallest doses of regret. Each year has been more enthralling than the last. Hopefully the trend holds for this year.

Next year? Next year… next year. After yesterday, next year is much more confusing. So the Boston trip wound up more positive than we expected. Our fledgling company might be acquired and if it were we would have a lock-in on jobs in the Cambridge / Boston area around MIT. It is stressful not knowing where you’ll be in a year. It’s also kind of sweet, though, and for me it’s the first time I really haven’t had a strong sense of direction on what I *really want to be doing.* There are up sides to every scenario. Grad school could be great. Growing New Media Technology Group could be great. Being acquired and living and working at a bigger startup with MIT MBA’s in Cambridge, MA could be great. (Joel & I’s apartment would be ridiculous.) Working at a Microsoft or Google could be great. Traveling the world could be great. Heck, even joining the peace corps has its appeal. My whole life I’ve dreamed and worked to position myself to be able to develop software that could be “big.” I’m almost there, now, and I don’t know if its stage fright or fatigue, but I don’t know my next best step. It’s weighing me down.

Friday I am heading up to Charlottesville with Deaton for what should be the most incredible concert I’ll have ever attended. Dave Matthews Band in his home town. Sick. I’ve yet to see DMB live so I’m really pumped about it. Small chance we make it to the Saturday concert as well. Can’t wait.

Statistics homework due at 10:00am. Big test tomorrow in Linear Algebra at 11:00am. Independent study meeting with professor at 2:00pm. Here I am writing this blog post. Dan’s got a lot of work to do. It’s 10:30pm now. The only logical solution to this onslaught of deadlines is to kick start the night with Jager Bombs. I love college. Cross off another of my youthful blunder nights.