Personal Log.
Willow
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Other Willow writing:
// STARDATE 102169.7 //
The cadet flops exhaustedly into her desk chair, which rotates a little from her transferred momentum. She leans forward to peer closely at her console, checking the fidelity of the video feed, before relaxing back and bringing her gloved hands forward to sign.
“I just came back from turning in my project for Federation History,” the synthetic voice translates her lazy gestures. “Cannot say that it was all that much fun, but I am pretty happy with the result, I guess. The professor let me focus primarily on the history and operations of the 38th Fleet, so that at least made it bearable.”
She draws her feet up onto the chair’s seat, bending her knees and hugging her arms around her legs, leaving herself little room to sign. “But I will not be sorry to never see another PAO dispatch ever again! At least, not until I have to.”
“I know they say those that do not know history are doomed to repeat it, so it is important to learn. But it is just… so… fixed. So immutable. And I hate that feeling of watching or reading about something happening and not being able to change the outcome, not being able to affect something better.”
Her hands pause as her thoughts drift aimlessly for a moment, antennae twitching minutely before drooping dramatically.
“Then again, the future is not much better,” she signs glumly. “I still have not decided on what track to pursue. I have narrowed it down to something in sciences or medical… or engineering… or operations.” She blows out her cheeks briefly as she recognizes that it would have been quicker to list what she’d already eliminated, rather than what was still in the running. “I have asked everyone I know for advice. Esios, Counselors R’mori and Zesara, even poor Ensign Weldon had to endure my desperate questions! If history is stuck being forever unchangeable, the future is over-plagued by variables and uncertainty!”
“I suppose that is why it is so much more fun to focus on the here and now. I only have to look a few steps ahead of me to know what I need to do next, what would be the most productive. I do not have to be a fortune teller to know that my next problem set is due on Tuesday so I better get started on it now.”
Willow stares at the ceiling for a little bit longer in a contemplative silence. She drops her legs off the side of the chair and then reaches out to the desk, pushing firmly enough against it to give herself enough momentum to spin around two, three times. As it slows to a stop again, she brings her hands up in front of her chest to sign as she springs to her feet.
“Maybe not right now, but after some ice cream?” Her expression brightens at this. “Computer, end log!”
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OOC
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