GLHC
So, Grand Valley is hosting the Great Lakes History Conference this weekend. It's pretty awesome. Becky (history major, McNair Scholar, French-speaker, Haitian Revolution enthusiast) gave her paper on one of the panels. Well, it was a session with three GVSU students, but still, I was in awe. ^_^ Because she is awesome. Everyone was in suits and black pants except for the few of us students who wore jeans, and not even nice jeans. They were pretty ratty. And also t-shirts. From highschool pep band. *cough* I want to go back tomorrow, but I'm not sure that will work out. Especially since the one I would love to see is at 8:30 AM. Yikes.
That was the first time I rode the bus downtown, and it's not as scary as I thought. Sure, the prime bus stop is directly under a scary, scary bridge, but the people there look nice enough...
I studied for maybe two solid hours for my HST 206 (American History From 1877) midterm, and I'm pretty sure I did well. The little bit of studying I did was all for sections that were on the test. I get lucky everytime, I tell you. I think Professor Murphy feels like he is not a very good professor, but I like him. He gets the points across with a bit of humor. And before class everyday, he has people reveal any "happy thoughts," which usually always turn into a play by play of any sports events that have occurred since the last class. Which is awesome. Cause then I can sound knowledgeable for the rest of the day.
Much cleaning was done today. The house is shiny like Ross's teeth when he left the whitener on for eight hours, like a fresh field of snow that blinds you when you're driving down the highway, like how the eyes of the British appeared to Colonel Prescott at Bunker Hill.
*cough*
History major. *points at self*
Gosh.
That was the first time I rode the bus downtown, and it's not as scary as I thought. Sure, the prime bus stop is directly under a scary, scary bridge, but the people there look nice enough...
I studied for maybe two solid hours for my HST 206 (American History From 1877) midterm, and I'm pretty sure I did well. The little bit of studying I did was all for sections that were on the test. I get lucky everytime, I tell you. I think Professor Murphy feels like he is not a very good professor, but I like him. He gets the points across with a bit of humor. And before class everyday, he has people reveal any "happy thoughts," which usually always turn into a play by play of any sports events that have occurred since the last class. Which is awesome. Cause then I can sound knowledgeable for the rest of the day.
Much cleaning was done today. The house is shiny like Ross's teeth when he left the whitener on for eight hours, like a fresh field of snow that blinds you when you're driving down the highway, like how the eyes of the British appeared to Colonel Prescott at Bunker Hill.
*cough*
History major. *points at self*
Gosh.