Fantackle!
Sometimes college stresses me out so much... and then I'm reminded why I love it so much here.
So for the stress:
I'm taking three classes right now (that's a full load here at K): Spanish 301 (Intro to Hispanic Literature), Chemistry 110 (Intro Chem with a 3.5 hr/wk lab), and a first-year seminar (Creativity: Inspiration and Beyond). K profs are pretty good about not giving a lot of tests- they're usually more interested in students putting a lot of time and thought into their work- but I just had my 2nd and 3rd tests here today. I've had a chem test before, so I pretty much knew what to expect, but I was behind on the assignments and review and that took me basically all night. I also had a Spanish test, which I found out is 30% of my grade in that class, and I didn't really have time to prepare for that at all. I feel like I could have done better with even a couple of hours of studying, but we'll see. I'm glad I usually test well, anyway. Besides tests, I have a ton of other homework, and after attending a presentation on what to do in undergrad to get into med school, I have no idea where to even begin to go about it. For example, I'm supposed to volunteer at least 3-4 hrs/wk at a hospital for more than 6 months, and I'm supposed to find a way to get involved in research. I have absolutely no idea how I would even fit this into my schedule, let alone go about actually trying to make it happen.
And now, for the love:
My friends here are truly amazing. People are so open and honest (well, most people anyway), and I love just talking with them. My best friend here at K is Chris. He lives down the hall from me and we have chem class together. I met him about four and a half weeks ago in the middle of the night when I should have been writing a paper, he missed chem the next day from being too tired, I let him copy my notes over breakfast the next morning, and the rest is history. I'm v. v. excited because he's taking me home with him this weekend! He was involved in theatre in high school so he was planning on going back to see the play this year (Rebel Without a Cause) and about a week or so ago he asked me to come with him. Well of course I said yes and so now I have a great weekend ahead of me after such a crappy week of tests and stuff. He lives about an hour from C-town and I don't know if I'll be back there- I'm thinking probably not- but I might be able to meet someone for coffee or something if you're willing to drive. Just a thought.
So for Halloween I started out in a shadow costume (just wearing all black), and I consider it a huge accomplishment in colorfulness that people actually recognized that I was in costume (even if they didn't recognize the costume itself). Then I pinned socks all over myself so I could be static electricity. After dinner, I came back to my room to find my roommate and a friend trying to help Chris cross-dress. I helped out quite a bit (and found the entire process greatly amusing). We have quite a few inside jokes; one of them is about the Discovery Planet skits on the Canadian comedy show This Hour Has 22 Minutes. (For some clips, go to http://www.cbc.ca/22minutes/video.html and click on any clip titled "Discovery Planet"- start at November 5, 2005 for best results.) Anyway, the female host, Natasha Stilwell, is played by a male actor, so Chris decided that he was Natasha for Halloween, and that I needed to change costumes to be the male host, Jay Ingram (who is, incidentally, played by a male actor as well). So while I am wearing Chris's dress shirt, khakis, felt fedora (which is amazing, by the way), and his roommate's tie, he's wearing a little black (velvet) dress, low heels, giant 80's sunglasses (which make the outfit incredibly more fab), an orange neckscarf, and carrying my purse. All of which looks, as Natasha would say, fantackle.
What?
Science!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, now that that's done...
I have a boyfriend. His name is Lizzy. (Odd name for a boy, I know, but whatever.) I'm a little confused right now- we started dating exactly a week ago and I thought this was what I wanted, and now I'm not so sure, but he's incredibly sweet and I don't want to hurt him. And then there's the possibility that this is actually what I want and that I'm just confused at the moment. And I know I should figure this out soon so I don't get in too far and... aggghhh...
Well, anyway, I should probably call it a night. My shift at the library ends in 7 minutes and I need to get some sleep tonight!
Love you guys! Have a day.
So for the stress:
I'm taking three classes right now (that's a full load here at K): Spanish 301 (Intro to Hispanic Literature), Chemistry 110 (Intro Chem with a 3.5 hr/wk lab), and a first-year seminar (Creativity: Inspiration and Beyond). K profs are pretty good about not giving a lot of tests- they're usually more interested in students putting a lot of time and thought into their work- but I just had my 2nd and 3rd tests here today. I've had a chem test before, so I pretty much knew what to expect, but I was behind on the assignments and review and that took me basically all night. I also had a Spanish test, which I found out is 30% of my grade in that class, and I didn't really have time to prepare for that at all. I feel like I could have done better with even a couple of hours of studying, but we'll see. I'm glad I usually test well, anyway. Besides tests, I have a ton of other homework, and after attending a presentation on what to do in undergrad to get into med school, I have no idea where to even begin to go about it. For example, I'm supposed to volunteer at least 3-4 hrs/wk at a hospital for more than 6 months, and I'm supposed to find a way to get involved in research. I have absolutely no idea how I would even fit this into my schedule, let alone go about actually trying to make it happen.
And now, for the love:
My friends here are truly amazing. People are so open and honest (well, most people anyway), and I love just talking with them. My best friend here at K is Chris. He lives down the hall from me and we have chem class together. I met him about four and a half weeks ago in the middle of the night when I should have been writing a paper, he missed chem the next day from being too tired, I let him copy my notes over breakfast the next morning, and the rest is history. I'm v. v. excited because he's taking me home with him this weekend! He was involved in theatre in high school so he was planning on going back to see the play this year (Rebel Without a Cause) and about a week or so ago he asked me to come with him. Well of course I said yes and so now I have a great weekend ahead of me after such a crappy week of tests and stuff. He lives about an hour from C-town and I don't know if I'll be back there- I'm thinking probably not- but I might be able to meet someone for coffee or something if you're willing to drive. Just a thought.
So for Halloween I started out in a shadow costume (just wearing all black), and I consider it a huge accomplishment in colorfulness that people actually recognized that I was in costume (even if they didn't recognize the costume itself). Then I pinned socks all over myself so I could be static electricity. After dinner, I came back to my room to find my roommate and a friend trying to help Chris cross-dress. I helped out quite a bit (and found the entire process greatly amusing). We have quite a few inside jokes; one of them is about the Discovery Planet skits on the Canadian comedy show This Hour Has 22 Minutes. (For some clips, go to http://www.cbc.ca/22minutes/video.html and click on any clip titled "Discovery Planet"- start at November 5, 2005 for best results.) Anyway, the female host, Natasha Stilwell, is played by a male actor, so Chris decided that he was Natasha for Halloween, and that I needed to change costumes to be the male host, Jay Ingram (who is, incidentally, played by a male actor as well). So while I am wearing Chris's dress shirt, khakis, felt fedora (which is amazing, by the way), and his roommate's tie, he's wearing a little black (velvet) dress, low heels, giant 80's sunglasses (which make the outfit incredibly more fab), an orange neckscarf, and carrying my purse. All of which looks, as Natasha would say, fantackle.
What?
Science!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, now that that's done...
I have a boyfriend. His name is Lizzy. (Odd name for a boy, I know, but whatever.) I'm a little confused right now- we started dating exactly a week ago and I thought this was what I wanted, and now I'm not so sure, but he's incredibly sweet and I don't want to hurt him. And then there's the possibility that this is actually what I want and that I'm just confused at the moment. And I know I should figure this out soon so I don't get in too far and... aggghhh...
Well, anyway, I should probably call it a night. My shift at the library ends in 7 minutes and I need to get some sleep tonight!
Love you guys! Have a day.