Potentially the most random thing I've written in years.
Soooo I'm back at the Y, covering my sister's Sunday morning shift so she can go to her boyfriend's younger brother's concert at NEC or something. I actually don't know exactly where, I'm assuming, however I do know that the Kaynor family is filled with musically (and academically, hello my sister's boyfriend is going to Harvard) talented kids. And parents.
Anyway, done with my first year of college!! I don't know whether to be happy or sad about it. On the one hand I'm happy because this means that I get to lie around the house all day (except when I'm trying to get my fitness on at the Y, in which case I must get up off my fat ass (hence the reason for hitting up the Y, also to engage in awkward conversation with all the people whose cards I scan but whose bare legs and flabby arms I don't come in contact with from behind my protective octagonal desk)). I think I just confused myself with parenthetical phrases. HORRAY FOR NO LONGER BEING AT KAHLEDGE COLLEGE!! The bad thing about being home: my family is living in the same house as me? I have a curfew? I can't do whatever I want whenever I want? I have chores? I have to wash dishes?! Ew. Guess I'm going to have to tone down the CRAZY PARTYING a bit.
Anyway. So I think I learned a lot this year outside of class. For instance, it is never a good idea to room with someone whose boyfriend goes to the same college. And they're planning to get married. And oh yeah, he lives in the building next door. And neither of them have any respect for you, and enjoy fighting in your doorway and trapping you in your room while they have whisper-fights because they don't want you to hear what they're fighting about, they just want you to feel the awkward tension.
Also, it actually IS a good idea to always know where your drink is when you're at a frat party, so you're not trying to sleep that night and instead of seeing the insides of your eyelids are seeing continuous neon flashes of light and feeling like your melting into your matress like a pancake, despite the fact that you know you are 3-D, and there is NO WAY you can be flattening out like a pancake. That was a rough night.
And finally, it is also a bad idea to eat anything that the DC has cooked or prepared in any way half an hour before a final, lest you get food poisoning and are unable to take your exam. Fortunately it was for a class with 30 people in it, so my professor knew me and I was able to retake the exam. Had that been my econ final, where there were 600 students, it would have been slightly more difficult to retake.
But yes, all of that is now behind me. I have a new roommate, I have parents who are going to make going out and doing anything too wild difficult, but who know how to cook chicken properly. So hopefully my parents get used to me, and I get used to having rules again, and summer is good.
Anyway, done with my first year of college!! I don't know whether to be happy or sad about it. On the one hand I'm happy because this means that I get to lie around the house all day (except when I'm trying to get my fitness on at the Y, in which case I must get up off my fat ass (hence the reason for hitting up the Y, also to engage in awkward conversation with all the people whose cards I scan but whose bare legs and flabby arms I don't come in contact with from behind my protective octagonal desk)). I think I just confused myself with parenthetical phrases. HORRAY FOR NO LONGER BEING AT KAHLEDGE COLLEGE!! The bad thing about being home: my family is living in the same house as me? I have a curfew? I can't do whatever I want whenever I want? I have chores? I have to wash dishes?! Ew. Guess I'm going to have to tone down the CRAZY PARTYING a bit.
Anyway. So I think I learned a lot this year outside of class. For instance, it is never a good idea to room with someone whose boyfriend goes to the same college. And they're planning to get married. And oh yeah, he lives in the building next door. And neither of them have any respect for you, and enjoy fighting in your doorway and trapping you in your room while they have whisper-fights because they don't want you to hear what they're fighting about, they just want you to feel the awkward tension.
Also, it actually IS a good idea to always know where your drink is when you're at a frat party, so you're not trying to sleep that night and instead of seeing the insides of your eyelids are seeing continuous neon flashes of light and feeling like your melting into your matress like a pancake, despite the fact that you know you are 3-D, and there is NO WAY you can be flattening out like a pancake. That was a rough night.
And finally, it is also a bad idea to eat anything that the DC has cooked or prepared in any way half an hour before a final, lest you get food poisoning and are unable to take your exam. Fortunately it was for a class with 30 people in it, so my professor knew me and I was able to retake the exam. Had that been my econ final, where there were 600 students, it would have been slightly more difficult to retake.
But yes, all of that is now behind me. I have a new roommate, I have parents who are going to make going out and doing anything too wild difficult, but who know how to cook chicken properly. So hopefully my parents get used to me, and I get used to having rules again, and summer is good.