Woohoo!
I did eet! On Saturday night I turned my senior thesis in to the college :) The whole night was so much fun:
First, Jennie's dad took all the Calliope seniors (!) out to dinner. Mm, Blue Corn. Then we came back and had a couple hours to kill. I was done with my paper, so Graham read us a story.
There is a tradition at St. John's that seniors get to ring the bell in the bell tower. Calliope went early and made a point of ringing the bell first- all together :)
Then we all crammed into a van and headed over to Hunt house (which is somewhere between really fun and terrifying- when you come in they take your essay, bang a gong, and announce your name and paper title to the room). We were the first ones there, too, so we got to hear everyone else's titles, which was cool.
We came back a little before Junior Skit started @ 12:30. The idea is that after we turn our papers in, the juniors perform caricatures of us 'cause it's cute. But, um, this year sucked and stuff. Half the class (myself included) didn't even get a mention, and the other half was either a) completely out of left field or b) just not funny :( Way to go, guys.
But all in all, it was a really wonderful night.
The next day, Brandon and I slept in and played a lot of silly video games. We also ordered Indian food. Honestly, I wouldn't have had it any other way. Here's to a billion million more years, all as amazing <3
So yeah. Best 30 or so hours of my life ^^
Now, though, I'm having real trouble not destroying St. John's. We're immediately getting pelted with really dense and long readings in both seminar and lab, of all classes (although you have not lived until you've looked at fruit fly genitals under a microscope). Also, more and more, people outside the dorm (and some within) are pissing me off. I might have to become a total shut-in for my own mental health, which is a really bizarre and probably not-ok thing to say.
First, Jennie's dad took all the Calliope seniors (!) out to dinner. Mm, Blue Corn. Then we came back and had a couple hours to kill. I was done with my paper, so Graham read us a story.
There is a tradition at St. John's that seniors get to ring the bell in the bell tower. Calliope went early and made a point of ringing the bell first- all together :)
Then we all crammed into a van and headed over to Hunt house (which is somewhere between really fun and terrifying- when you come in they take your essay, bang a gong, and announce your name and paper title to the room). We were the first ones there, too, so we got to hear everyone else's titles, which was cool.
We came back a little before Junior Skit started @ 12:30. The idea is that after we turn our papers in, the juniors perform caricatures of us 'cause it's cute. But, um, this year sucked and stuff. Half the class (myself included) didn't even get a mention, and the other half was either a) completely out of left field or b) just not funny :( Way to go, guys.
But all in all, it was a really wonderful night.
The next day, Brandon and I slept in and played a lot of silly video games. We also ordered Indian food. Honestly, I wouldn't have had it any other way. Here's to a billion million more years, all as amazing <3
So yeah. Best 30 or so hours of my life ^^
Now, though, I'm having real trouble not destroying St. John's. We're immediately getting pelted with really dense and long readings in both seminar and lab, of all classes (although you have not lived until you've looked at fruit fly genitals under a microscope). Also, more and more, people outside the dorm (and some within) are pissing me off. I might have to become a total shut-in for my own mental health, which is a really bizarre and probably not-ok thing to say.