So it's officially fall! I usually think September= fall, but in fact, it hasn't felt very fall-ish the past few days.
Vermont has nothing but unpredictable weather. I wouldn't have been completely surprised if I had seen some snow already. I was convinced that fall had come last weekend--when I went to Meg's house, it was freezing on the walk back (and I hadn't brought a coat). This weekend, however, has been in the high seventies.
I always thought that my dorms, UHeights, were the nicest on campus. I would tell people that we had air conditioning, and how nice that was. But, UHeights has shut the AC off, and it can't be turned back on. The end.
It's 82 degrees in my room. It certainly doesn't feel like October is coming in just a few days. Hopefully I can enjoy the nice weather for a few days before Vermont's arctic conditions set in.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Jacob's Birthday
Oh! I forgot to mention that Friday was Jacob's ninth birthday!
Jacob is the boy I've nannied on and off since the summer of 2007, so I've really gotten to see a big part of his growing-up! Jake is my best friend Ben's little brother, and Emily Dubovy's cousin (another best friend!), so Jacob is family to me.
I didn't get to talk to him, but I heard he got to have a sleepover birthday party! He's a really special little boy, who has been through a lot for a kid his age. I didn't babysit--sorry, Jake, "kid-sit"--Jacob for a lot of the summer, but I definitely have a favorite memory.
Jacob had his best friend Jonathan over for the day, and so they were busy all day, and I barely saw them. I was sitting in the living room while Jacob and Jonathan played video games in the basement, when Jacob came upstairs. He walked over to the couch, and said, "Can I sit with you for a minute?" And he plopped down on the couch next to me, and asked me to hug him because I was warm and he was cold. Jacob sat with me for just a few minutes, and then was all set, but it melted my heart a little bit. What a sweetie! He's such a good boy, and now he's nine, and in the fourth grade! The FOURTH grade! I remember when he got a note sent home from kindergarten for kissing on the playground (and he did NOT want me to know, but Benny told me anyway)! Man, if Jacob ever reads this when he's older, he might not be pleased by the embarrassing comments...
Oh, well. Here's a picture of me and boy:
Jacob is the boy I've nannied on and off since the summer of 2007, so I've really gotten to see a big part of his growing-up! Jake is my best friend Ben's little brother, and Emily Dubovy's cousin (another best friend!), so Jacob is family to me.
I didn't get to talk to him, but I heard he got to have a sleepover birthday party! He's a really special little boy, who has been through a lot for a kid his age. I didn't babysit--sorry, Jake, "kid-sit"--Jacob for a lot of the summer, but I definitely have a favorite memory.
Jacob had his best friend Jonathan over for the day, and so they were busy all day, and I barely saw them. I was sitting in the living room while Jacob and Jonathan played video games in the basement, when Jacob came upstairs. He walked over to the couch, and said, "Can I sit with you for a minute?" And he plopped down on the couch next to me, and asked me to hug him because I was warm and he was cold. Jacob sat with me for just a few minutes, and then was all set, but it melted my heart a little bit. What a sweetie! He's such a good boy, and now he's nine, and in the fourth grade! The FOURTH grade! I remember when he got a note sent home from kindergarten for kissing on the playground (and he did NOT want me to know, but Benny told me anyway)! Man, if Jacob ever reads this when he's older, he might not be pleased by the embarrassing comments...
Oh, well. Here's a picture of me and boy:
Meg Magee and Poker
My roommate from sophomore year, Meg, invited me to her house for a poker game yesterday afternoon. I had, of course, work I had told myself I was going to do that afternoon, but I opted out. I told myself, "I'll come back and do some later."
Poker was fun! Everyone meant business, and it was a five dollar buy-in. The game lasted a long time, probably two hours, or so, and I thought Meg was going to dominate (picture Scrooge and you can imagine Meg's giant pile of chips), but Matty ended up stealing the game in the end! Cue my time to go back and do work...
I ended up spending the evening with Meg and her friends at her house, not even bothering to consider doing homework. Meg has exceptionally nice friends, and they are also very hospitable. Meg and I had dinner with her friend Ryan on campus, and then ended up spending some time at her house, just hanging out. We went to an 80s theme party--it took twenty minutes to get there, and twenty minutes back, and in the end, we probably stayed only twenty minutes at the actual house. Matty was the only one in "80s" garb (Meg put a lot of hair spray in his hair). In the end, we decided to just go back to Meg's.
When I lived with Meg, we mostly spent time in our room, spying on our neighbors across the road or doing work. I always get to see a new side of Meg when I go out to see her, which is so fun--Meg is so fun.
Now it's Sunday. I got to spend Friday with Emily and Anna: going to the fair with them is definitely something I'll remember for a long time (not to get too sentimental)! Then I spent Saturday with Meg, Matty, Marie, Ryan, and Gus. Over all, I had a really great weekend. I've done some work this afternoon, and soon Emma (the roomie!) will be back from her trip home and we'll catch up on the goss, no doubt. I'm also waiting to hear from Emily Dubovy, because she has had a very eventful weekend she needs to share with me--she went to a Sox game, and got laser eye surgery (which I don't think is a surprise anymore, because it's all done! Her boyfriend Isaac says she now has 20/15 vision!). I have a hefty to-do list for this week, so I'm glad I had such a nice weekend.
Poker was fun! Everyone meant business, and it was a five dollar buy-in. The game lasted a long time, probably two hours, or so, and I thought Meg was going to dominate (picture Scrooge and you can imagine Meg's giant pile of chips), but Matty ended up stealing the game in the end! Cue my time to go back and do work...
I ended up spending the evening with Meg and her friends at her house, not even bothering to consider doing homework. Meg has exceptionally nice friends, and they are also very hospitable. Meg and I had dinner with her friend Ryan on campus, and then ended up spending some time at her house, just hanging out. We went to an 80s theme party--it took twenty minutes to get there, and twenty minutes back, and in the end, we probably stayed only twenty minutes at the actual house. Matty was the only one in "80s" garb (Meg put a lot of hair spray in his hair). In the end, we decided to just go back to Meg's.
When I lived with Meg, we mostly spent time in our room, spying on our neighbors across the road or doing work. I always get to see a new side of Meg when I go out to see her, which is so fun--Meg is so fun.
Now it's Sunday. I got to spend Friday with Emily and Anna: going to the fair with them is definitely something I'll remember for a long time (not to get too sentimental)! Then I spent Saturday with Meg, Matty, Marie, Ryan, and Gus. Over all, I had a really great weekend. I've done some work this afternoon, and soon Emma (the roomie!) will be back from her trip home and we'll catch up on the goss, no doubt. I'm also waiting to hear from Emily Dubovy, because she has had a very eventful weekend she needs to share with me--she went to a Sox game, and got laser eye surgery (which I don't think is a surprise anymore, because it's all done! Her boyfriend Isaac says she now has 20/15 vision!). I have a hefty to-do list for this week, so I'm glad I had such a nice weekend.
Tunbridge World Fair
On Friday, I met up with Emily and Anna after my French class to head to the Tunbridge Fair!
After an eventful pit stop filling Emily's tires with air, we were off! We passed some really beautiful Vermont scenery, but also some of the flood damage from Hurricane Irene. I saw a refrigerator stranded on an island in the middle of a river, and mud had been plowed off the roads like snow. We had brought our rain boots in preparation, but the fair grounds themselves were just a little sandy, and fine for normal shoes.
I've never been to an agricultural fair, so the activities were slightly different than a regular fair or carnival. We watched some cow competitions, and I heard the phrase "beautiful mammary system" way too many times. I had no idea what was going on, or how to judge the cows, but I heard people commenting on each cow very seriously. There were sweet baby cows too, which were my favorite to look at, rather than the cows who were not happy to be on display. Later in the day, we also saw goats (I don't like goats), sheep, and pigs. There was a mother pig with ten babies, but the moment I found out they were all going to market, I began to feel really sad. I'm pretty sure if I had had the option, I would have brought the baby pigs home with me.
We also went on some rides! The Demicco charm (thanks Em!) got Emily and I a free ride (that was too spinny for Anna), and the three of us went on the ferris wheel and the merry-go-round.
We ate lots of fair food, and have difficulty picking from all the choices, and finished the day by watching a tractor pull. We had really specific judging criteria for the tractor pull-- we cheered for the cute boy, and the only woman. We didn't actually know the rules, or the point, until we finally gave up and asked the point. It's sort of confusing to explain without pictures of the event, but it was much easier to watch when we knew it wasn't a race of time, but who could pull things the furthest.
We ended up going back to Emily and Anna's place for a while, having some food, chatting, and watching TV. It was nice to have a relaxing night in after we spent so much time out at the fair before. It was a perfect Friday, and we had great weather (though it IS getting cold!). Thanks for a great day girls!
After an eventful pit stop filling Emily's tires with air, we were off! We passed some really beautiful Vermont scenery, but also some of the flood damage from Hurricane Irene. I saw a refrigerator stranded on an island in the middle of a river, and mud had been plowed off the roads like snow. We had brought our rain boots in preparation, but the fair grounds themselves were just a little sandy, and fine for normal shoes.
I've never been to an agricultural fair, so the activities were slightly different than a regular fair or carnival. We watched some cow competitions, and I heard the phrase "beautiful mammary system" way too many times. I had no idea what was going on, or how to judge the cows, but I heard people commenting on each cow very seriously. There were sweet baby cows too, which were my favorite to look at, rather than the cows who were not happy to be on display. Later in the day, we also saw goats (I don't like goats), sheep, and pigs. There was a mother pig with ten babies, but the moment I found out they were all going to market, I began to feel really sad. I'm pretty sure if I had had the option, I would have brought the baby pigs home with me.
We also went on some rides! The Demicco charm (thanks Em!) got Emily and I a free ride (that was too spinny for Anna), and the three of us went on the ferris wheel and the merry-go-round.
We ate lots of fair food, and have difficulty picking from all the choices, and finished the day by watching a tractor pull. We had really specific judging criteria for the tractor pull-- we cheered for the cute boy, and the only woman. We didn't actually know the rules, or the point, until we finally gave up and asked the point. It's sort of confusing to explain without pictures of the event, but it was much easier to watch when we knew it wasn't a race of time, but who could pull things the furthest.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Jinny Huh
She's my advisor for my scary scary thesis. But she's actually amazing. I just had a meeting with her that totally eased my mind. She used the word "fun" several times, and seemed to really believe in my project (more than I did when I went into her office!)
This is a short post, but I just wanted to say how happy I am that she agreed to work with me this year. She was helpful in a twenty minute session, I can't imagine how helpful she'll be over this whole year.
This is a short post, but I just wanted to say how happy I am that she agreed to work with me this year. She was helpful in a twenty minute session, I can't imagine how helpful she'll be over this whole year.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Planning
So, while I enjoy the idea of making plans--lists, color-coding my calendar, browsing the internet, I am, when it comes down to it, a procrastinator.
This is not a year for procrastinating, though (she notes as she writes in her blog, ignoring her homework assignment). It's senior year. The big finish. Scary words get thrown around this year, particularly acronyms: MAT (Miller Analogies Test), GRE, LSAT, GPA, thesis, graduation, and finally, the big "future" one.
I'm only concerned with a few of these lovely words. MAT for the Miller Analogies Test which I will be taking in October for the Master of the Arts in Teaching program at UMO I am applying for (another MAT). The GRE and LSAT are things I didn't even consider taking. But people keep talking about them with a slightly panicked tone. GPA is something everyone always worries about, but doesn't actually talk about unless you were majorly slacking on your term abroad (everyone who went abroad). Then there are the last three--those three are pretty concerning to me.
Thesis. Blah. Let's not talk about that. But seriously, HOW did I decide this was a good idea. And WHO decided to make a thesis be the last year of school.
I've told several people now, "Why wasn't the thesis last year? Why couldn't they have left this year for napping and planning our futures?" But apparently, we're supposed to do it all, and we're supposed to graduate in May cheerfully, rather than fearfully.
These are snippets of conversations I've had with people about "the future". Some of my friends are well adjusted. Others are just as panicked as I am.
My fabulous friend Emily Demicco, a History major, said two things that make me feel jealous of her sureness about post-grad life. 1. "I'm going to live abroad for a few years, at least. In a big city. Probably London." I would love to live in London. Love. But I've stacked up plenty of loans that don't want to mix with the crappy exchange rate of dollar-to-pound. Emily also said 2. "Hell no I'm not taking the GRE." So I'm glad we're on the same page.
Whitney, my other fabulous friend (but let's be serious, all my friends are pretty fabulous), said to me this afternoon. "I'm going to work for the state department after graduation. Then I'll worry about grad school." She has a lovely plan figured out, after just spending several months living in Morocco. She is less concerned than I am about her need to catch up on all the TV series she missed while she was away.
Yesterday, I ran into Austin, a boy who spent a year in Kent, at the same school as me. He said, "Yeah, I'm filling out a Fulbright application. It's due Thursday... So I should probably go work on it." He, like me, agrees about the unnecessary-ness of writing a thesis this year.
My friend Sophie is an English major like me. She often senses the fear that really, we probably should have been Engineers, or something. Just probably not English majors. I mean, what are we going to do with a degree in English?
I recently have had a real interest in ESL and becoming an ESL teacher. It occurred to me then that the best way to get to live abroad, and learn how to understand how to teach ESL best would be to teach English abroad.
Cue me thinking about myself living in a Grecian paradise, teaching English to eager children, etc etc. But, with more research, the areas for ESL teaching became a little more clear to me. I could move to a Grecian paradise, if I really wanted to. But I wouldn't really make any money at it.
(Now let me interject to say that I am not doing this for money. If I was interested in making loads of money, I would have studied Engineering, or something. Medicine. I would have watched some of the Real Housewives and figured out how to be a good trophy wife. The fact of the matter is that I need to make money, because I've spent a hefty sum of cash on going to a school with some great classes and name recognition.)
If I wanted to go to South America or Africa, that would probably be through a non-profit organization. If I went to Europe, pretty much anywhere, I would be able to make some money, but it would all go into my cost of living. So, once again, I'd not really make any money. But Asia... They really want us English teachers in Asia.
I had a very Western-girl, spoiled by New England's loveliness moment. I thought, "I'm not going to go teach English in the jungle." But then I thought about it, and realized how many amazing cities there are in Asia. I wouldn't be living in a hut, or anything. So I started to do some research-- I'm not brave enough to explore the idea of going to live in Vietnam or Cambodia (I'd consider going on vacation there though!), so I started looking into Japan.
In the past few years, I've been intrigued by Japan. Not to the point of reading up on it, but I thought, "I'd go to Japan one day, if I got the chance." Flash forward to me, obsessively reading this girl's blog. She's a Canadian girl who moved to Japan to teach English, and has a lot of great stories about the culture, cities in Japan, and teaching English to kids and to adults. I'd love to teach kids (and adults), and Asia is the place to go for that.
What do you think about Japan? Excluding tsunami and earthquake stuff. I'm really intrigued, and asked my amazing god-sister, Jenn, what she thought about it. She got to study abroad in Japan, and I'm really interested in her opinion. She's so down-to-earth, and would have a great view about it.
So I guess it's time to stop procrastinating. But wait, let me tell you about my day.
I woke up at nine-ish, which is nice, because Mondays and Wednesdays I wake up at 7 (blaghh). I went to my syntax class. Now, if you don't know what syntax is, don't bother to wikipedia it. You'll probably think I'm demented for loving this class. Basically, we are constructing our own grammar for how the English language works for English speakers--just word order in the sentence, stuff like that. My teacher is hilarious, and really, really smart. She always has something witty or funny to say, and she also always has an answer. This morning, I had a difficult time in class because our board looked something like this S= NP (ADV) V (ADV) (PP) (ADV), then S= (Np) (ADV) V (ADV) (PP)* (ADV). I don't even remember if that's right... it moved so fast, and there were lots of sentences that looked like this, and people shouting out things like, "Lorenzo under the bridge runs" and "We kept Ben Bernanke in the guest bedroom." Out of context, we sound like crazy people, I'm sure. I'm sure you're also wondering who Lorenzo is. Well he's the guy under the bridge, running. When we left class, my group partner Amanda, and another classmate Zach discussed how we had no idea how people were following the class. It moved so quickly, and some people have a natural talent for syntax, while we have to think about things a little before we grasp it.
Then I went to my Survey of British Literature before 1700 class. It's about as exciting as it sounds. We were reading Sir Gawain and the Green Knight which is a King Arthur poem. I found out lots about the plot of this poem today, because I read poems too fast to catch that they have plot. My bad. There's like a 300-line seduction scene in this poem, where Sir Gawain is getting propositioned by this lord's wife, and he's trying not to sleep with her, even though she's naked in his bed. I thought that, finally, the poem was getting sort of interesting with all the drama, but Sir Gawain is all about chivalry. In the end, it was all a trick to make Sir Gawain look bad, which I found out in class. This is not something I'd ever read in my spare time, and I was on my way to have lunch with Emily and Whitney, and wanted out.
Wow. Okay, so those weren't even the interesting parts of my day. I really am good at this procrastination thing.
Lunch with Emily and Whitney is always fun. We eat together twice a week, having schedules that miraculously allow for us to get together at the same time on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We discuss our lives, and generally gossip. We were laughing so hard at something Emily was telling us, and now I can't remember what it was, but that's how every lunch is, us just laughing at each other.
I lived with Whitney my freshman year, and so I've known her since. Emily we also knew, but I only really got a chance to get to know her better last fall, and she's definitely one of my best friends here at school. To get to see them both at the same time is always awesome. Oh, and the cashier at lunch today only charged me $1.49 for my lunch--that's the cost of extra sandwich meat, and she couldn't figure out how to get the mistake fixed, and just charge me for a sandwich, so she tilted the screen towards me, and sent me on my way with a conspiratorial nod.
I got to check out Whitney's apartment downtown, a really great two bedroom right on one of the main streets. Then I moseyed back up to campus, enjoying the warm weather. As Whitney said before I left, "Enjoy it: it's probably going to snow next week."
This is not a year for procrastinating, though (she notes as she writes in her blog, ignoring her homework assignment). It's senior year. The big finish. Scary words get thrown around this year, particularly acronyms: MAT (Miller Analogies Test), GRE, LSAT, GPA, thesis, graduation, and finally, the big "future" one.
I'm only concerned with a few of these lovely words. MAT for the Miller Analogies Test which I will be taking in October for the Master of the Arts in Teaching program at UMO I am applying for (another MAT). The GRE and LSAT are things I didn't even consider taking. But people keep talking about them with a slightly panicked tone. GPA is something everyone always worries about, but doesn't actually talk about unless you were majorly slacking on your term abroad (everyone who went abroad). Then there are the last three--those three are pretty concerning to me.
Thesis. Blah. Let's not talk about that. But seriously, HOW did I decide this was a good idea. And WHO decided to make a thesis be the last year of school.
I've told several people now, "Why wasn't the thesis last year? Why couldn't they have left this year for napping and planning our futures?" But apparently, we're supposed to do it all, and we're supposed to graduate in May cheerfully, rather than fearfully.
These are snippets of conversations I've had with people about "the future". Some of my friends are well adjusted. Others are just as panicked as I am.
My fabulous friend Emily Demicco, a History major, said two things that make me feel jealous of her sureness about post-grad life. 1. "I'm going to live abroad for a few years, at least. In a big city. Probably London." I would love to live in London. Love. But I've stacked up plenty of loans that don't want to mix with the crappy exchange rate of dollar-to-pound. Emily also said 2. "Hell no I'm not taking the GRE." So I'm glad we're on the same page.
Whitney, my other fabulous friend (but let's be serious, all my friends are pretty fabulous), said to me this afternoon. "I'm going to work for the state department after graduation. Then I'll worry about grad school." She has a lovely plan figured out, after just spending several months living in Morocco. She is less concerned than I am about her need to catch up on all the TV series she missed while she was away.
Yesterday, I ran into Austin, a boy who spent a year in Kent, at the same school as me. He said, "Yeah, I'm filling out a Fulbright application. It's due Thursday... So I should probably go work on it." He, like me, agrees about the unnecessary-ness of writing a thesis this year.
My friend Sophie is an English major like me. She often senses the fear that really, we probably should have been Engineers, or something. Just probably not English majors. I mean, what are we going to do with a degree in English?
I recently have had a real interest in ESL and becoming an ESL teacher. It occurred to me then that the best way to get to live abroad, and learn how to understand how to teach ESL best would be to teach English abroad.
Cue me thinking about myself living in a Grecian paradise, teaching English to eager children, etc etc. But, with more research, the areas for ESL teaching became a little more clear to me. I could move to a Grecian paradise, if I really wanted to. But I wouldn't really make any money at it.
(Now let me interject to say that I am not doing this for money. If I was interested in making loads of money, I would have studied Engineering, or something. Medicine. I would have watched some of the Real Housewives and figured out how to be a good trophy wife. The fact of the matter is that I need to make money, because I've spent a hefty sum of cash on going to a school with some great classes and name recognition.)
If I wanted to go to South America or Africa, that would probably be through a non-profit organization. If I went to Europe, pretty much anywhere, I would be able to make some money, but it would all go into my cost of living. So, once again, I'd not really make any money. But Asia... They really want us English teachers in Asia.
I had a very Western-girl, spoiled by New England's loveliness moment. I thought, "I'm not going to go teach English in the jungle." But then I thought about it, and realized how many amazing cities there are in Asia. I wouldn't be living in a hut, or anything. So I started to do some research-- I'm not brave enough to explore the idea of going to live in Vietnam or Cambodia (I'd consider going on vacation there though!), so I started looking into Japan.
In the past few years, I've been intrigued by Japan. Not to the point of reading up on it, but I thought, "I'd go to Japan one day, if I got the chance." Flash forward to me, obsessively reading this girl's blog. She's a Canadian girl who moved to Japan to teach English, and has a lot of great stories about the culture, cities in Japan, and teaching English to kids and to adults. I'd love to teach kids (and adults), and Asia is the place to go for that.
What do you think about Japan? Excluding tsunami and earthquake stuff. I'm really intrigued, and asked my amazing god-sister, Jenn, what she thought about it. She got to study abroad in Japan, and I'm really interested in her opinion. She's so down-to-earth, and would have a great view about it.
So I guess it's time to stop procrastinating. But wait, let me tell you about my day.
I woke up at nine-ish, which is nice, because Mondays and Wednesdays I wake up at 7 (blaghh). I went to my syntax class. Now, if you don't know what syntax is, don't bother to wikipedia it. You'll probably think I'm demented for loving this class. Basically, we are constructing our own grammar for how the English language works for English speakers--just word order in the sentence, stuff like that. My teacher is hilarious, and really, really smart. She always has something witty or funny to say, and she also always has an answer. This morning, I had a difficult time in class because our board looked something like this S= NP (ADV) V (ADV) (PP) (ADV), then S= (Np) (ADV) V (ADV) (PP)* (ADV). I don't even remember if that's right... it moved so fast, and there were lots of sentences that looked like this, and people shouting out things like, "Lorenzo under the bridge runs" and "We kept Ben Bernanke in the guest bedroom." Out of context, we sound like crazy people, I'm sure. I'm sure you're also wondering who Lorenzo is. Well he's the guy under the bridge, running. When we left class, my group partner Amanda, and another classmate Zach discussed how we had no idea how people were following the class. It moved so quickly, and some people have a natural talent for syntax, while we have to think about things a little before we grasp it.
Then I went to my Survey of British Literature before 1700 class. It's about as exciting as it sounds. We were reading Sir Gawain and the Green Knight which is a King Arthur poem. I found out lots about the plot of this poem today, because I read poems too fast to catch that they have plot. My bad. There's like a 300-line seduction scene in this poem, where Sir Gawain is getting propositioned by this lord's wife, and he's trying not to sleep with her, even though she's naked in his bed. I thought that, finally, the poem was getting sort of interesting with all the drama, but Sir Gawain is all about chivalry. In the end, it was all a trick to make Sir Gawain look bad, which I found out in class. This is not something I'd ever read in my spare time, and I was on my way to have lunch with Emily and Whitney, and wanted out.
Wow. Okay, so those weren't even the interesting parts of my day. I really am good at this procrastination thing.
Lunch with Emily and Whitney is always fun. We eat together twice a week, having schedules that miraculously allow for us to get together at the same time on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We discuss our lives, and generally gossip. We were laughing so hard at something Emily was telling us, and now I can't remember what it was, but that's how every lunch is, us just laughing at each other.
I lived with Whitney my freshman year, and so I've known her since. Emily we also knew, but I only really got a chance to get to know her better last fall, and she's definitely one of my best friends here at school. To get to see them both at the same time is always awesome. Oh, and the cashier at lunch today only charged me $1.49 for my lunch--that's the cost of extra sandwich meat, and she couldn't figure out how to get the mistake fixed, and just charge me for a sandwich, so she tilted the screen towards me, and sent me on my way with a conspiratorial nod.
I got to check out Whitney's apartment downtown, a really great two bedroom right on one of the main streets. Then I moseyed back up to campus, enjoying the warm weather. As Whitney said before I left, "Enjoy it: it's probably going to snow next week."
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Here We Go Again
So, here it is. The new blog.
I haven't actually told anyone about this blog. I even thought about keeping it anonymous but that would require creating a new profile, and I'm feeling lazy. And it's not like I have any good secrets to post.
But here is my theory: I'm going to make this a blog about me in my twenties. Sure, I'm starting almost a year late, what with my twenty-first birthday being next month, but I still have ample time to blog.
I blogged all about my semester abroad, which is a good chunk of my twentieth year. But now here comes all the real-world stuff. What happens to me in my last year of college, where I go when I'm thrust into the real world. I definitely don't feel old enough to cope with that. After all, these are my twenties, right? It's that time that all adults look back on fondly.
But here're the scary bits about the twenties:
- My parents got married in their twenties. (And apparently, 81% of women have been married by the time their thirty. So there's that.)
- I have to graduate from college this spring, at 21. I'm supposedly done being educated? In one year?
- I have to write a thesis in my twenties, something I don't want to do, and never should have signed up for.
- My good friend Isaac says, "After twenty one, there's no birthdays to look forward to. Just retirement."
- I have to pick places I want to settle down.
- This might be the only time that I get to go and travel. Like, stay in hostels, stay out all night, avoiding bedbugs (I'll do that for the rest of my life though), drink too much (not too much, concerned readers) sort of traveling. So I have to save up my money and do it.
- After 2013, there are some loans that want to be paid back. That's not scary though. That's terrifying.
- Lots of other things. I just can't think of them. But I'll add them in later.
But this is gonna be a blog about the ups and downs, not just the downs.
But that's it for now, I think. So yeah. Here we go.
I haven't actually told anyone about this blog. I even thought about keeping it anonymous but that would require creating a new profile, and I'm feeling lazy. And it's not like I have any good secrets to post.
But here is my theory: I'm going to make this a blog about me in my twenties. Sure, I'm starting almost a year late, what with my twenty-first birthday being next month, but I still have ample time to blog.
I blogged all about my semester abroad, which is a good chunk of my twentieth year. But now here comes all the real-world stuff. What happens to me in my last year of college, where I go when I'm thrust into the real world. I definitely don't feel old enough to cope with that. After all, these are my twenties, right? It's that time that all adults look back on fondly.
But here're the scary bits about the twenties:
- My parents got married in their twenties. (And apparently, 81% of women have been married by the time their thirty. So there's that.)
- I have to graduate from college this spring, at 21. I'm supposedly done being educated? In one year?
- I have to write a thesis in my twenties, something I don't want to do, and never should have signed up for.
- My good friend Isaac says, "After twenty one, there's no birthdays to look forward to. Just retirement."
- I have to pick places I want to settle down.
- This might be the only time that I get to go and travel. Like, stay in hostels, stay out all night, avoiding bedbugs (I'll do that for the rest of my life though), drink too much (not too much, concerned readers) sort of traveling. So I have to save up my money and do it.
- After 2013, there are some loans that want to be paid back. That's not scary though. That's terrifying.
- Lots of other things. I just can't think of them. But I'll add them in later.
But this is gonna be a blog about the ups and downs, not just the downs.
But that's it for now, I think. So yeah. Here we go.
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