So, the first semester of college is over. I survived and am not dropping out, hoorah. Even though I still do not have the skill of picking up something and staying with it, ie: blogging, I did come out on top with three A's and two A-'s. Not bad, I think.
Besides the regular college classroom bogus, I did learn one important thing-never meet a man for an actual meal when you don't know him that well, it can result in disaster. Also, be sure to avoid men who are abusive...my bad. What I at first thought was seriousness turned out to be an outright controllong disaster! But I survived that as well.
Let's see if I can entertain myself with the regailing of some first semester tales...Well, first things first, for the beginning part of the semester I had one group of friends who were great but not neceesarily my cup of tea. So, after Thanksgiving break I wasn't so excited about coming back. But, once we all came back from Thanksgiving we all started studying for finals and thereby meeting new people because of where we happened to study.
On my first night with this new group of friends I ran around the entire campus finding all sorts of spots hidden from cameras, including up on roofs, on architecturally attractive doorways two stories above ground, and various other places that you would probably never even attempt to try to get to in the daylight. The rest of that night I spent in the hammock with one of the guys in the group just watching the moon.
The next night we all pulled an all nighter and had breakfast in the morning. It turns out that my school's best meal is breakfast. Who knew? The rest of the nights we pulled these all nighters and eventually all of us had our hours backwards and we were all becoming slap happy from too much caffeine.
Did I mention that in these nights instead of studying I took up the various arts of juggling and ripsticking? I even picked up a few sayings in German that I refuse to repeat simply because I don't know how to write them down.
Also, at one point in these endless nights the guy from the hammock bodily kidnapped me with the assistance of one of my girl friends and threw me into his roommates' bed so that we could be introduced. I landed on top of his sleeping roommate and had to apologize for waking him up. They said that he wouldn't know what I looked like anyway because he has bad eyesight and needs glasses. The next day he stopped me in the hallway to say hello...
On another note, has anyone ever heard of a 2/3 floor? I had to find the philosophy department to discuss my final paper with my professor and her office was at the very end of the building on the 2/3 floor! What? Where else in the world has this ever occurred? It took me twenty minutes of sleep deprived time to find that office!
Also, another lesson for the day, don't date anyone that you have no idea who they are! Either get to know them first or at least make sure that your friends know them and they aren't a weirdo. A shudder from me emphasizes that last statement.
Oooh, the best story of all....I had to study for my math final and a couple guys from my class live in my building and so we decuded to study together on one of these endless nights. We're set up at a table studying with other people around us and all of our books and computers and coffee/energy drinks are strewn all over the place. I'm sitting there thinking that I have three finals and a huge paper left to do and out loud I say, "I'm so depressed that I have so much left to do! Someone shoot me or something." The incredibly awkward guy sitting across from me says, "Well, we can have pity sex, but only if you want." My jaw hit the floor as I said, "Pity sex...no thanks. Now if you had sad sex...no." Everyone else around us stared at the guy like he was an alien and for a few minutes no one could get back to work.
At some later point in time I was really jittery from an energy drink and couldn't focus, I stupidly verbalized this and Awkward Guy says, "A great way to burn off that energy would be to have sex with a random stranger" (at the words 'random stranger' he motioned to himself). And, last but not least, at another time he said, "Agh, I have so much energy I could do an entire sorority." All of these statements were greeted with jaw drops and stares. Me thinks that Awkward Guy really just needs to get laid.
At least now I know that someone somewhere finds me attractive, even though some guys will do it with anything...oh, well. Ce la vis, or something like that.
Anyways, I'm young and still have many lessons to learn in life and I have many people left to meet and such as that. But at least now I am caught up on all the stupic crap that happenned this semester. I'm sure I'll remember more stuff as break goes on, but for now, good night.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Beyond basic...please
Okay, let's face it. You're bored, I'm bored, let's move away from the basics of college that are making me drool on my computer. Watching the food network (a delicious selection for those of us students who do not live at home with excellent meals close at hand...) I had the revalation that if I'm going to be talking to myself it might as well be interesting!
So, with that in mind, let's examine my worst day ever and then the fml moment that made my day!
The worst day of my life:my package that I had been waiting for for two weeks and that I needed was shipped to the wrong building and no one could find it! The advisor that I needed to meet with to switch a course around was in the hospital! And, best of all, I was late to my job training because of the time that the bosses told me-yea. Who doesn't love arriving late on the first day and having it blamed on them when it isn't their fault? I know I do! This doesn't sound so bad but when you place this on top of about two hours of sleep and an entirely new surrounding, you start to get my gasps for assistance! That no one was able to do...darn not living at home with someone to cry to.
Now for the fml moment, some set up is necessary. My job was a night job, directly across the street from the campus-no, I wasn't a stripper! I was one of those people who calls you and asks you for money that you absolutely hate! (I hated myself too, no worries). I quit the job because I hated myself and because I dislike walking home across a bunch of dark streets by myself-as a 5'3" girl, this could lead to issues. Anyway, I had a pepper spray pen for these walks home. That's right, pepper spray disguised as a pen. Well, being as organized as I am...yea...I put the spray in my basket of pens and pencils that it blended in with so well. My friend, decided one day that she really needed to borrow a pen (let me state here that I wasn't in the room). She evidently picked up the pepper spray and when she took off the cap and saw the spray nozzle she thought, "oh, perfume in a pen? How strange! I wonder what it smells like!" With this thought she sprayed it in my roommates general direction.
But wait! There's more! She couldn't smell it still so she decided to sniff the cap! At about the same moment that her nostrils and eyes started to burn my roommates throat started to close up and everyone in the room started screaming-great way to start off the month! At least I know that the pen works...
Now, I'm off to get that wonderful thing called sleep. Remember: academics, social life, or sleep-you can only pick two! And so far no one picks academics and sleep, at least not that I've met,haha. Yes, I did just laugh at my own joke!
So, with that in mind, let's examine my worst day ever and then the fml moment that made my day!
The worst day of my life:my package that I had been waiting for for two weeks and that I needed was shipped to the wrong building and no one could find it! The advisor that I needed to meet with to switch a course around was in the hospital! And, best of all, I was late to my job training because of the time that the bosses told me-yea. Who doesn't love arriving late on the first day and having it blamed on them when it isn't their fault? I know I do! This doesn't sound so bad but when you place this on top of about two hours of sleep and an entirely new surrounding, you start to get my gasps for assistance! That no one was able to do...darn not living at home with someone to cry to.
Now for the fml moment, some set up is necessary. My job was a night job, directly across the street from the campus-no, I wasn't a stripper! I was one of those people who calls you and asks you for money that you absolutely hate! (I hated myself too, no worries). I quit the job because I hated myself and because I dislike walking home across a bunch of dark streets by myself-as a 5'3" girl, this could lead to issues. Anyway, I had a pepper spray pen for these walks home. That's right, pepper spray disguised as a pen. Well, being as organized as I am...yea...I put the spray in my basket of pens and pencils that it blended in with so well. My friend, decided one day that she really needed to borrow a pen (let me state here that I wasn't in the room). She evidently picked up the pepper spray and when she took off the cap and saw the spray nozzle she thought, "oh, perfume in a pen? How strange! I wonder what it smells like!" With this thought she sprayed it in my roommates general direction.
But wait! There's more! She couldn't smell it still so she decided to sniff the cap! At about the same moment that her nostrils and eyes started to burn my roommates throat started to close up and everyone in the room started screaming-great way to start off the month! At least I know that the pen works...
Now, I'm off to get that wonderful thing called sleep. Remember: academics, social life, or sleep-you can only pick two! And so far no one picks academics and sleep, at least not that I've met,haha. Yes, I did just laugh at my own joke!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
The First Night
The first night of college seems to be every person who has yet to make friends wandering around campus in hopes of meeting everyone. A few of us freshman (that would be my roommate, her boyfriend, her friend, and me) went to the Subway on campus and then sat around outside the dorms. The weather was fantastic! (My roommates favorite word...)
The relaxing was wonderful and all that, even though it was all basic conversation. Let's keep in mind that the three questions that radiate around the first day of colleges everywhere are:
1. What's your name?
2. Where are you from? and
3. What's your major?
These are all pretty simple to answer, unless you're like me and don't happen to have a major.... Advisers will tell you that it's okay not to have a major, that most people change their major two to three times in their college careers, and that you have plenty of time. But, if you've been through the first day, you know that this is not so in the eyes of everyone else! They get confused looks on their faces, as if they cannot imagine living without a major! Oh, how will I survive?
Besides not having a major though, everything else fell into the category of 'winner! winner! chicken dinner!' The cafateria food was actually pretty good and it varies from day to day! And the biggest positive of all, I met a guy who became my party hook-up for a while. As in, he knew where all the parties could be found.
For now though, I have unfortunately caught the flu that is going around my floor-darn us actually being a close floor!-and need to go get more sleep...at least more than the average I get every night....
The relaxing was wonderful and all that, even though it was all basic conversation. Let's keep in mind that the three questions that radiate around the first day of colleges everywhere are:
1. What's your name?
2. Where are you from? and
3. What's your major?
These are all pretty simple to answer, unless you're like me and don't happen to have a major.... Advisers will tell you that it's okay not to have a major, that most people change their major two to three times in their college careers, and that you have plenty of time. But, if you've been through the first day, you know that this is not so in the eyes of everyone else! They get confused looks on their faces, as if they cannot imagine living without a major! Oh, how will I survive?
Besides not having a major though, everything else fell into the category of 'winner! winner! chicken dinner!' The cafateria food was actually pretty good and it varies from day to day! And the biggest positive of all, I met a guy who became my party hook-up for a while. As in, he knew where all the parties could be found.
For now though, I have unfortunately caught the flu that is going around my floor-darn us actually being a close floor!-and need to go get more sleep...at least more than the average I get every night....
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Move in Day
Okay, so now you are all aware of the fact that I got into college and that the loan went through...woohoo! Now we're going to move in day.
Needless to say my mother and I had bought enough crap to fill two dorm rooms and my stepfather didn't foresee it fitting into the car at all. He was wrong and I'm an ultimate packer! Besides the early wake up to drive across the state, the day wasn't all that exciting until we reached the University.
Buses ran back and forth between the residential college and the parking lot all day. We managed to find two carts (when you're only supposed to have one...) and got all my stuff upstairs to my room in one trip.
After unlocking the door I found that my roommate had managed to pay $50 to move in early and had already picked sides. Yea for me. But I got the side that I technically wanted, even with the few broken things that a good hammer was able to fix.
I made my parents go home early because all they were doing was taking up space. For that I feel extremely bad because everyone else let their parents stay for the rest of the weekend. Oops.
The rest of the day was full of crap being thrown into place, organizing stuff, and registering for orientation. The line for that was over an hour long and no one was in a talking mood. Whoever invented texting should realize that they perfected the anti-social device of the new milennia.
Nobody knew anybody and they weren't planning on changing that. But that's fine. The first day of college was extremely lonely, but the first night is another story altogether...
Needless to say my mother and I had bought enough crap to fill two dorm rooms and my stepfather didn't foresee it fitting into the car at all. He was wrong and I'm an ultimate packer! Besides the early wake up to drive across the state, the day wasn't all that exciting until we reached the University.
Buses ran back and forth between the residential college and the parking lot all day. We managed to find two carts (when you're only supposed to have one...) and got all my stuff upstairs to my room in one trip.
After unlocking the door I found that my roommate had managed to pay $50 to move in early and had already picked sides. Yea for me. But I got the side that I technically wanted, even with the few broken things that a good hammer was able to fix.
I made my parents go home early because all they were doing was taking up space. For that I feel extremely bad because everyone else let their parents stay for the rest of the weekend. Oops.
The rest of the day was full of crap being thrown into place, organizing stuff, and registering for orientation. The line for that was over an hour long and no one was in a talking mood. Whoever invented texting should realize that they perfected the anti-social device of the new milennia.
Nobody knew anybody and they weren't planning on changing that. But that's fine. The first day of college was extremely lonely, but the first night is another story altogether...
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Did you know that with out a credit score you probably won't get a student loan? That was interesting to find out since I was just getting out of high school and had never had a chance before to build up a credit score...good information to know!
That led to about a week of thinking that I wasn't going to be able to go to college. Oh yea, that's right! Almost no college! My back up plan was to work for six months to build up some cash and then vacate the states (as in travel the world).
Fortunately, my mother was standing by and signed on as my co-signer! I received the loan just in time for the college to accept the money and not say, "oh, we gave your spot to someone on the waiting list who has the funds ready and waiting...."
If you ever wanted to see someone having a nervous breakdown for three days straight-feel free to build a time machine and come visit me at that moment! I literally cried, and I never cry. I hadn't realized how much I wanted to go to college until the moment I saw it slipping through my fingers.
Three alternate plans to college played through my head while I waited to discover if my cosignor had been accepted. The least favorable of the three was to wait a few months and then go to community college to get my AA and then move on to a University. The ambivalent one of the three was to join the military... The best of the plans I already mentioned-to work six months or so saving up money and then launch myself to Australia or Europe or even China...whatever was cheaper and then slowly work my way around the world and 'discover' myself. Possibly not the safest plan, but of course the one that a young person such as myself enjoyed playing around with so much.
Obviously the loan did come through...how could a bank miss out on the opportunity to leech more money from its future generation? Sorry, sometimes my pessimism about the world likes to leak through...maybe I should say realism (just yanking your chain).
That led to about a week of thinking that I wasn't going to be able to go to college. Oh yea, that's right! Almost no college! My back up plan was to work for six months to build up some cash and then vacate the states (as in travel the world).
Fortunately, my mother was standing by and signed on as my co-signer! I received the loan just in time for the college to accept the money and not say, "oh, we gave your spot to someone on the waiting list who has the funds ready and waiting...."
If you ever wanted to see someone having a nervous breakdown for three days straight-feel free to build a time machine and come visit me at that moment! I literally cried, and I never cry. I hadn't realized how much I wanted to go to college until the moment I saw it slipping through my fingers.
Three alternate plans to college played through my head while I waited to discover if my cosignor had been accepted. The least favorable of the three was to wait a few months and then go to community college to get my AA and then move on to a University. The ambivalent one of the three was to join the military... The best of the plans I already mentioned-to work six months or so saving up money and then launch myself to Australia or Europe or even China...whatever was cheaper and then slowly work my way around the world and 'discover' myself. Possibly not the safest plan, but of course the one that a young person such as myself enjoyed playing around with so much.
Obviously the loan did come through...how could a bank miss out on the opportunity to leech more money from its future generation? Sorry, sometimes my pessimism about the world likes to leak through...maybe I should say realism (just yanking your chain).
Monday, July 13, 2009
Waiting
I have come to realize that college, like everything else in life, is a game of patience. It involves waiting for class schedules, loan verifications, job application responses, and many more things that take so long to wait for I shudder to think of them (therefore I will not right them).
Every morning after doing my normal activities of working out, cleaning, and eating, I check my e-mail. I am waiting for a response on my loan application. I believe that after you are accepted to college you should immediately be given a perscription of valium to be refilled as often as necessary. And gawd help us all if my computer crashes, although, not you dear reader, you'll probably be glad not to see anymore of my blogs pasted up.
My parents laugh at me and tell me to have patience, I don't know what real stress is. Does wallowing in huge amounts of debt and having no income to pay them off not count as a huge amount of stress? Let alone trying to find a job for one of the various work study programs that the university offers?
Honestly, I am looking forward to college-reall I am. Good times and new friends and all that. But really, sometimes life just sucks. At least I am young and have the hopes for a bright future, if I can pay for college....
Every morning after doing my normal activities of working out, cleaning, and eating, I check my e-mail. I am waiting for a response on my loan application. I believe that after you are accepted to college you should immediately be given a perscription of valium to be refilled as often as necessary. And gawd help us all if my computer crashes, although, not you dear reader, you'll probably be glad not to see anymore of my blogs pasted up.
My parents laugh at me and tell me to have patience, I don't know what real stress is. Does wallowing in huge amounts of debt and having no income to pay them off not count as a huge amount of stress? Let alone trying to find a job for one of the various work study programs that the university offers?
Honestly, I am looking forward to college-reall I am. Good times and new friends and all that. But really, sometimes life just sucks. At least I am young and have the hopes for a bright future, if I can pay for college....
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Facing Facts
I have come to the realization that my parents will not lend a hand in paying for college, and that I never had a hope of that anyway! It seems to be that the only people who can afford college these days are the multi-millionaires, ugh.
Why does this variable product cost so much? Is it because they know that we'll pay it because we want a better life for ourselves? Or perhaps because those who lend us the loans to pay for it enjoy watching us cringe as we realize that this is the first step of many to racking up debt?
At least my parents don't have an average/middle class income, if they did I'd be screwed every which way from here to eternity! If the financial aid office and the government think that your parents and/or guardians have relatively enough money to pay for college, they'll give you barely any aid. And if that happens, the loan grows larger and that aching feeling in the back of your head grows stronger.
I felt so good when I got that acceptance letter with the nice scholarship attached, how was I to know that that didn't nearly cover the expenses? How was I to know that no matter what I do (unless I win the lottery or become some hugely successful author or something...) I will be facing down at least six to ten years of debt? Sure, I'll build a credit score as I go, but I'll still be owing money! And who knows what will happen if I go for a masters degree, or med-school, or even law school.
Honestly, when that acceptance letter arrives it should start by saying, "Congratulations! This is your first step of many to racking up huge amounts of debt!"
Why does this variable product cost so much? Is it because they know that we'll pay it because we want a better life for ourselves? Or perhaps because those who lend us the loans to pay for it enjoy watching us cringe as we realize that this is the first step of many to racking up debt?
At least my parents don't have an average/middle class income, if they did I'd be screwed every which way from here to eternity! If the financial aid office and the government think that your parents and/or guardians have relatively enough money to pay for college, they'll give you barely any aid. And if that happens, the loan grows larger and that aching feeling in the back of your head grows stronger.
I felt so good when I got that acceptance letter with the nice scholarship attached, how was I to know that that didn't nearly cover the expenses? How was I to know that no matter what I do (unless I win the lottery or become some hugely successful author or something...) I will be facing down at least six to ten years of debt? Sure, I'll build a credit score as I go, but I'll still be owing money! And who knows what will happen if I go for a masters degree, or med-school, or even law school.
Honestly, when that acceptance letter arrives it should start by saying, "Congratulations! This is your first step of many to racking up huge amounts of debt!"
Monday, July 6, 2009
Why we go to college
So, if you're anything like me, you're a just graduated high-schooler freaking out about going to college. Sure, in the beginning we all lied to ourselves and said that we couldn't wait to get out into the real world. But, let's face it, college still isn't the real world and as soon as the tassels switched sides we realized that we wouldn't be seeing our friends everyday anymore and we couldn't pretend to be sick to escape giving in a long over due project anymore either.
Then again, maybe you are super lucky and you haven't had to face some of the facts that slap you in the face and make you want to go back to easier days. For the rest of us though, all the orientations, meal plans, possible roommates, and PAYMENT plans have begun to pile up on our doorsteps.
But, you aren't here to read about the things that already make you itch a little bit when your family brings them up in the car and asks you why you haven't decided on certain things yet, for now, you're here to see why you should be facing the big U. I cna give you ten superficial but good reasons right now:
10-You can finally escape that one teacher who has always been a creeper...finally.
9-You no longer have to wear that gym uniform that isn't flattering to either sex.
8-No more SATs, ACTs, etc.
7- You can finally wake up after dawn...
6-A fresh start!
5-You can wear what you want, when you want.
4-If you're going to a college far enough away from home that you live with a roommate, you can say good-bye to parents always leaning over you're shoulder.
3-You can take classes that you really want to while working towards your degree.
2-You can say good-bye to people who really make you cringe when you pass them in the hallway, unless they're going to your college, and then I'm just sorry.
1-NO MORE HIGH SCHOOL!
So far we've taken a big step, saying adieu to the K-12 system and embracing a whole new way of life. Hopefully this brand spanking new way of life will be more amazing than the old one. And, if not, we can always lie later and as we pat our children on their backs and try to encourage them to go to college we can say that our years spent in college were "the best years of our life!"
Then again, maybe you are super lucky and you haven't had to face some of the facts that slap you in the face and make you want to go back to easier days. For the rest of us though, all the orientations, meal plans, possible roommates, and PAYMENT plans have begun to pile up on our doorsteps.
But, you aren't here to read about the things that already make you itch a little bit when your family brings them up in the car and asks you why you haven't decided on certain things yet, for now, you're here to see why you should be facing the big U. I cna give you ten superficial but good reasons right now:
10-You can finally escape that one teacher who has always been a creeper...finally.
9-You no longer have to wear that gym uniform that isn't flattering to either sex.
8-No more SATs, ACTs, etc.
7- You can finally wake up after dawn...
6-A fresh start!
5-You can wear what you want, when you want.
4-If you're going to a college far enough away from home that you live with a roommate, you can say good-bye to parents always leaning over you're shoulder.
3-You can take classes that you really want to while working towards your degree.
2-You can say good-bye to people who really make you cringe when you pass them in the hallway, unless they're going to your college, and then I'm just sorry.
1-NO MORE HIGH SCHOOL!
So far we've taken a big step, saying adieu to the K-12 system and embracing a whole new way of life. Hopefully this brand spanking new way of life will be more amazing than the old one. And, if not, we can always lie later and as we pat our children on their backs and try to encourage them to go to college we can say that our years spent in college were "the best years of our life!"
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