This is the life, dude...
Today had to be one of the more perfect days of my life. It was the final day of my six-day weekend (it's like this: I only have one class for the whole month of January and it meets Monday/Tuesday/Thursday. My professor went to DC so the Thursday class was cancelled--then he got stuck in DC because of the storm so today's class was cancelled too. Homework? What are you talking about?). Normally I work AND have class on Monday's, which fills up about eight hours of my day, but it just so happens that I didn't have to go to work either because the preschool I work at was closed for an in-service day. So I woke up, dragged myself over to breakfast in my PJs (it was right around zero degrees outside, could have been worse), had some oatmeal and a banana, went back to my room and read Harper's magazine for the rest of the morning (gotta love the name...plus it's a freakin good magazine).
At 12:30 I met Benn for lunch, and we hopped on the Snow Bowl shuttle to spend the afternoon skiing. We met Kris and Madelaine there too. The trails had really good snow and it was pretty warm outside (Vermont translation: above zero), so we had a good time. As usual, Benn made things much more interesting by being the daredevil that he is. He was probably the worst skiier of the four of us (being that he's from Missouri and just started learning to ski about two weeks ago) but he was the only one of us that had the guts to go over every single jump and straight down every black diamond without thinking twice. Madelaine was the evil half of his conscience that kept telling him to do stuff and I was the one who told him not to die. So our runs were punctuated by incidents of Benn falling and disappearing into a cloud of powdery snow. There was that time when his ski came off and slid about 50 yards down the hill. THAT was fun. Then there was the time when he skiied into a 2-foot deep pile of snow on the side of one trail because he thought it was a jump. His skis got stopped and he kept going, falling face first into the snow and leaving a large Benn-shaped imprint. Oh, Benn. Gotta love 'im.
So we all drove back to school in Kris's car and stopped at a gas station along the way to get hot chocolate. It happened to be possibly the BEST hot chocolate I've ever had in my life (with the exception maybe of that seriously rich stuff Mindy's mom makes me--but that's not a drink, it's more like a colloid, haha). Then we all had dinner together back at school, and after dinner I went to my one hour tap dancing workshop. It was mostly stuff I'd learned before that the other people in the workshop hadn't, so I admit, I spent most of the time showing off and doing the stuff as fast as I possibly could. I love tap. Right after that Caity had a musical performance in the Grille, so I went to watch her sing and play guitar. Then after that there was a really good jam band playing, so I got a smoothie and sat there chilling for awhile, both literally and figuratively. The keyboardist/pianist (he had both, he kept switching back and forth from one to the other in the middle of songs) was amazing and I wanted to be him. I felt so cool and carefree, just sitting there with my friends in an armchair with a smoothie listening to some of my fellow students jamming.
But that's not all. That only lasted til 11. At 11:30 Benn and Kris came over again to join me and Caity for a midnight cross-country ski trip. It was 15 degrees outside according to weather bug--tropical!! It was my first time cross-countrying, and it was dark outside, so I kept falling on my ass. I think Benn and I were pretty much on par in terms of falling by the time we got back. But falling was the best part. That and our extremely abbreviated reenactment of Titanic (I was Jack, Caity was Rose, Kris was the ship and Benn was none other than the iceberg. It was quite dramatic as you can imagine.).
So it's 2:30 now and I have to wake up at 7:30 tomorrow for work. I don't understand why it's so quiet in our hallway. Usually when I try to go to bed early there's too much noise to even think. Also, this is maybe the second or third time EVER that I've gone to bed later than Hye Min (my roommate). Last night I insisted, "There's nothing wrong with going to bed early!" and she said, "Well, no, it's just kind of boring." My dearest roomie. She would be so proud of me right now if she could wake up and see me typing away in the dead of night.
This is what college should be like, all the time. THIS was my romantic image of what college would be like (aside from the work, of course--minor detail!) Who needs homework? I've learned plenty of things this winter. Now theoretically I could cross country ski into the woods, build a giant snow shelter, and camp there. Winter sports are the best.
Alright, bed time. Goodnight everybody.
At 12:30 I met Benn for lunch, and we hopped on the Snow Bowl shuttle to spend the afternoon skiing. We met Kris and Madelaine there too. The trails had really good snow and it was pretty warm outside (Vermont translation: above zero), so we had a good time. As usual, Benn made things much more interesting by being the daredevil that he is. He was probably the worst skiier of the four of us (being that he's from Missouri and just started learning to ski about two weeks ago) but he was the only one of us that had the guts to go over every single jump and straight down every black diamond without thinking twice. Madelaine was the evil half of his conscience that kept telling him to do stuff and I was the one who told him not to die. So our runs were punctuated by incidents of Benn falling and disappearing into a cloud of powdery snow. There was that time when his ski came off and slid about 50 yards down the hill. THAT was fun. Then there was the time when he skiied into a 2-foot deep pile of snow on the side of one trail because he thought it was a jump. His skis got stopped and he kept going, falling face first into the snow and leaving a large Benn-shaped imprint. Oh, Benn. Gotta love 'im.
So we all drove back to school in Kris's car and stopped at a gas station along the way to get hot chocolate. It happened to be possibly the BEST hot chocolate I've ever had in my life (with the exception maybe of that seriously rich stuff Mindy's mom makes me--but that's not a drink, it's more like a colloid, haha). Then we all had dinner together back at school, and after dinner I went to my one hour tap dancing workshop. It was mostly stuff I'd learned before that the other people in the workshop hadn't, so I admit, I spent most of the time showing off and doing the stuff as fast as I possibly could. I love tap. Right after that Caity had a musical performance in the Grille, so I went to watch her sing and play guitar. Then after that there was a really good jam band playing, so I got a smoothie and sat there chilling for awhile, both literally and figuratively. The keyboardist/pianist (he had both, he kept switching back and forth from one to the other in the middle of songs) was amazing and I wanted to be him. I felt so cool and carefree, just sitting there with my friends in an armchair with a smoothie listening to some of my fellow students jamming.
But that's not all. That only lasted til 11. At 11:30 Benn and Kris came over again to join me and Caity for a midnight cross-country ski trip. It was 15 degrees outside according to weather bug--tropical!! It was my first time cross-countrying, and it was dark outside, so I kept falling on my ass. I think Benn and I were pretty much on par in terms of falling by the time we got back. But falling was the best part. That and our extremely abbreviated reenactment of Titanic (I was Jack, Caity was Rose, Kris was the ship and Benn was none other than the iceberg. It was quite dramatic as you can imagine.).
So it's 2:30 now and I have to wake up at 7:30 tomorrow for work. I don't understand why it's so quiet in our hallway. Usually when I try to go to bed early there's too much noise to even think. Also, this is maybe the second or third time EVER that I've gone to bed later than Hye Min (my roommate). Last night I insisted, "There's nothing wrong with going to bed early!" and she said, "Well, no, it's just kind of boring." My dearest roomie. She would be so proud of me right now if she could wake up and see me typing away in the dead of night.
This is what college should be like, all the time. THIS was my romantic image of what college would be like (aside from the work, of course--minor detail!) Who needs homework? I've learned plenty of things this winter. Now theoretically I could cross country ski into the woods, build a giant snow shelter, and camp there. Winter sports are the best.
Alright, bed time. Goodnight everybody.