last day of class musings
Even though I was here two weeks early for new student week, I don't feel ready to go home. A lot of people here keep saying how ready they are to go home. It's not that I'm not excited. Winter break will be great. And Hawaii! it's coming up so soon! And I love the people going to Hawaii with me. But really, I wouldn't mind staying another week or two, even if it meant still going to classes. Because I enjoyed them this term. a lot. In fact, I enjoyed pretty much everything about this term. And after french class today (where I have to present my creative project/projet creatif) I just need to recite my poem to my french teacher (I totally have it memorized), I only have a final on Monday. at 3:30pm. And in a class that I've been doing well in. (psychology)
(side story: the last test, I missed 2 points. and for something I thought I'd implied. Because I totally knew the info. and the topic of the essay? that's right. twins.)
I mean, I have things I need to do this week: I work thursday and saturday. I have to do some cleaning in the photo lab and clean out my drawer. I need to meet with my co-managers tomorrow morning to make schedules for next term. but otherwise? read my psych notes a couple of times, maybe look in the book. but I'll have a bit of free time. It may take a bit to pack though-gotta make sure I have everything I might need for 6 weeks, and Hawaii. But I'll actually do some reading, just for me, for the first time in a long time. I started the Kite Runner last night. I could have gone to bed early, but I went to return my 6 books about Baudelaire that I've been meaning to return for a few weeks now, and then Danny convinced me to go to Sayles with him, and john and james and ezra and a few others, but I got distracted and started talking to chuck and ben who were working on econ (sorta) (and the freshman in their group sure is cute). And then Joel came by and I talked to him and chuck for an hour, then chuck left, and then i talked to joel for a while longer. (can we talk about how i won't see him until next fall cause he's gone winter term and i'm leaving spring term? sadness). So that was nice. and then i went back to the libe, settled in the crazy comfy rookery couch and read. until the nerd bell. (12:40) and then left the libe right before closing. but man, the Kite Runner is really good so far. And it was nice to have a relaxing night. even work was enjoyable: i talked to dan and courtney for a while, and of course, tuesday nights also means ben's working, and he's probably one of my favorite workers, and if he's on my shift, i don't need to worry about things getting done.
so i realize a lot of that may not mean much to whoever is reading this, because i through in a bunch of random names, but oh well. I still love Carleton to pieces. The people, the place (gosh, living in goodhue may mean i walk further than anyone else to get to class, but damn, the lakes are gorgeous, and i can stare at the reflections forever.), the atmosphere, the buildings, everything. I love how sometimes, I'll just sorta, become friends with someone. Maybe we haven't actually officially met, but we've seen eachother around a lot, and then keep getting thrown together randomly, and then suddenly it's more than just the awkward smile in passing, it's saying hello and how are you, and talking for longer than just half a second. which makes me happy, because there are so many people here i don't know, but would like to. becasue they all seem so awesome.
Then there are the people I know, but never see, which is sad. Like my screw date (aka set up your roommate, i've been lucky, and haven't had awkward ones). we went to hogan bro's once after the screw date, and i pretty much haven't seen him since, and i really like him.
I'm also excited for my blind date, when it happens. Tom Fry seems like a sweet guy, in both senses of the word. And I guess we're going to go on a double date with a couple from a previous blind date show who never went on a date, so that'll be cool.
Last week my coach asked me to go to lunch with a track prospie, because she thought i took advantage of things carleton had to offer (new student week, giving tours, having a radio show) and that i'd be a good role model. I don't think i've ever really thought of myself as a role model, but it made me happy that donna thought of me. and the track prospie was really cool. i guess i never thought of the things i do as taking advantage of what carleton had to offer, but just as fun things to do. like giving tours--they don't pay people to give tours, it's totally volunteers, which, that we can have so many tour guides as just volunteers, i think says a lot about carleton, and the tours are more genuine. and while i may not be the best tour guide ever, i have fun. last week i had these two guys on my tour who seemed to appreciate my random thoughts and semi-humorous statements. a lot of times the people on tours are fairly dead-pan and not too talkative. (hell, that was probably me) but it made me happy that they appreciated my attempts at being interesting. i've decided i like giving small tours better--they're a touch more talkative sometimes, and it's just more personal.
so i think i'll stop writing a book here and maybe head to lunch. i'm sure i'm forgetting a billion things i wanted to say, but that's okay. guess i'll leave it at this: even though my life's not perfect, and i'm not happy all of the time (although, sometimes it feels like it's pretty close to all of the time) i love it anyways. Like i love people. they're not perfect, sometimes they can be jerks, or just not have common sense, but i love em anyways, and i'm always willing to see someone in a different (and better) light than when i first met them. which, i suppose isn't always good. like, i love being a manager, but i'm way to nice to be a really good one. so i have to work on being more strict. but i just can't help but like my workers, and be too nice to them. oh well.
okay. stop, amy. breath.
over and out.
(side story: the last test, I missed 2 points. and for something I thought I'd implied. Because I totally knew the info. and the topic of the essay? that's right. twins.)
I mean, I have things I need to do this week: I work thursday and saturday. I have to do some cleaning in the photo lab and clean out my drawer. I need to meet with my co-managers tomorrow morning to make schedules for next term. but otherwise? read my psych notes a couple of times, maybe look in the book. but I'll have a bit of free time. It may take a bit to pack though-gotta make sure I have everything I might need for 6 weeks, and Hawaii. But I'll actually do some reading, just for me, for the first time in a long time. I started the Kite Runner last night. I could have gone to bed early, but I went to return my 6 books about Baudelaire that I've been meaning to return for a few weeks now, and then Danny convinced me to go to Sayles with him, and john and james and ezra and a few others, but I got distracted and started talking to chuck and ben who were working on econ (sorta) (and the freshman in their group sure is cute). And then Joel came by and I talked to him and chuck for an hour, then chuck left, and then i talked to joel for a while longer. (can we talk about how i won't see him until next fall cause he's gone winter term and i'm leaving spring term? sadness). So that was nice. and then i went back to the libe, settled in the crazy comfy rookery couch and read. until the nerd bell. (12:40) and then left the libe right before closing. but man, the Kite Runner is really good so far. And it was nice to have a relaxing night. even work was enjoyable: i talked to dan and courtney for a while, and of course, tuesday nights also means ben's working, and he's probably one of my favorite workers, and if he's on my shift, i don't need to worry about things getting done.
so i realize a lot of that may not mean much to whoever is reading this, because i through in a bunch of random names, but oh well. I still love Carleton to pieces. The people, the place (gosh, living in goodhue may mean i walk further than anyone else to get to class, but damn, the lakes are gorgeous, and i can stare at the reflections forever.), the atmosphere, the buildings, everything. I love how sometimes, I'll just sorta, become friends with someone. Maybe we haven't actually officially met, but we've seen eachother around a lot, and then keep getting thrown together randomly, and then suddenly it's more than just the awkward smile in passing, it's saying hello and how are you, and talking for longer than just half a second. which makes me happy, because there are so many people here i don't know, but would like to. becasue they all seem so awesome.
Then there are the people I know, but never see, which is sad. Like my screw date (aka set up your roommate, i've been lucky, and haven't had awkward ones). we went to hogan bro's once after the screw date, and i pretty much haven't seen him since, and i really like him.
I'm also excited for my blind date, when it happens. Tom Fry seems like a sweet guy, in both senses of the word. And I guess we're going to go on a double date with a couple from a previous blind date show who never went on a date, so that'll be cool.
Last week my coach asked me to go to lunch with a track prospie, because she thought i took advantage of things carleton had to offer (new student week, giving tours, having a radio show) and that i'd be a good role model. I don't think i've ever really thought of myself as a role model, but it made me happy that donna thought of me. and the track prospie was really cool. i guess i never thought of the things i do as taking advantage of what carleton had to offer, but just as fun things to do. like giving tours--they don't pay people to give tours, it's totally volunteers, which, that we can have so many tour guides as just volunteers, i think says a lot about carleton, and the tours are more genuine. and while i may not be the best tour guide ever, i have fun. last week i had these two guys on my tour who seemed to appreciate my random thoughts and semi-humorous statements. a lot of times the people on tours are fairly dead-pan and not too talkative. (hell, that was probably me) but it made me happy that they appreciated my attempts at being interesting. i've decided i like giving small tours better--they're a touch more talkative sometimes, and it's just more personal.
so i think i'll stop writing a book here and maybe head to lunch. i'm sure i'm forgetting a billion things i wanted to say, but that's okay. guess i'll leave it at this: even though my life's not perfect, and i'm not happy all of the time (although, sometimes it feels like it's pretty close to all of the time) i love it anyways. Like i love people. they're not perfect, sometimes they can be jerks, or just not have common sense, but i love em anyways, and i'm always willing to see someone in a different (and better) light than when i first met them. which, i suppose isn't always good. like, i love being a manager, but i'm way to nice to be a really good one. so i have to work on being more strict. but i just can't help but like my workers, and be too nice to them. oh well.
okay. stop, amy. breath.
over and out.