Despite being totally overwhelmed and under super amounts of stress this semester, I haven't gotten below an 80% on a single assignment (save an essay I got a 74% on, but we were able to redo it, and my redo I'm expecting higher than 80).
BEAST MODE.
I'm currently in the library, having just finished an assignment for Methods of Social Research and an essay for Counseling Theories and Techniques. Have I mentioned yet that at the end of this semester, I'll have finished all the requirements for my psychology minor?
Eek. I guess that means it's nearly time for me to be a grown-up.
Now that is a scary thought.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
The way you move is so outrageous.
Ahhh! I've been so busy, it's been super tough to keep up on all my blogs!
What's been going on? Lots of school work. I'm beginning to see why people only take four classes, it's tough. But I'm chugging along with only minor setbacks due to me having the flu and an eye infection at the beginning of the week.
Katie and I went home for the long weekend last weekend, and it was a lot of fun! Friday night I saw Ted, Dylan and Samantha, we went out for fried ice cream and went for a drive. Then I went to Katie's and went for a night walk with her, James and Jeff. That night is the nights that memories are made out of, from Ted belting out 'Man, I feel like a woman!' from the backseat of my car to diving into bushes when cars come for no good reason except that we felt like diving, then running up the street laughing with your closest friends.
Saturday I worked for my sister, then hung out with Samantha and Dylan for awhile. We got ice cream again, and it was really warm out. We sat outside of Par-Tee Freeze like it was the middle of summer, and it made me super nostalgic for the summer that should have been. Then I accompanied Katie and James on a Wendy's run.
Sunday, I worked 1-6, and then baked the BEST apple crisp I've ever had with Samantha (Katie supervised/went on Facebook). Then Ted, Britney, James and Dylan all came over and we had a bonfire, then Jay drove down and finished out the bonfire with us. :) On Monday, I was sick as hell, but somehow managed to convince myself I was fine and went out with Katie and Jeff anyway. That night I watched Bridesmaids with Ted and played with Fluffy, who got huge the few weeks I've been at school.
Tuesday I went to the doctor's and laid low all day. I was miserable. I moved from my bed only to go to the couch.
And now here I am, hello!
What's been going on? Lots of school work. I'm beginning to see why people only take four classes, it's tough. But I'm chugging along with only minor setbacks due to me having the flu and an eye infection at the beginning of the week.
Katie and I went home for the long weekend last weekend, and it was a lot of fun! Friday night I saw Ted, Dylan and Samantha, we went out for fried ice cream and went for a drive. Then I went to Katie's and went for a night walk with her, James and Jeff. That night is the nights that memories are made out of, from Ted belting out 'Man, I feel like a woman!' from the backseat of my car to diving into bushes when cars come for no good reason except that we felt like diving, then running up the street laughing with your closest friends.
Saturday I worked for my sister, then hung out with Samantha and Dylan for awhile. We got ice cream again, and it was really warm out. We sat outside of Par-Tee Freeze like it was the middle of summer, and it made me super nostalgic for the summer that should have been. Then I accompanied Katie and James on a Wendy's run.
Sunday, I worked 1-6, and then baked the BEST apple crisp I've ever had with Samantha (Katie supervised/went on Facebook). Then Ted, Britney, James and Dylan all came over and we had a bonfire, then Jay drove down and finished out the bonfire with us. :) On Monday, I was sick as hell, but somehow managed to convince myself I was fine and went out with Katie and Jeff anyway. That night I watched Bridesmaids with Ted and played with Fluffy, who got huge the few weeks I've been at school.
Tuesday I went to the doctor's and laid low all day. I was miserable. I moved from my bed only to go to the couch.
And now here I am, hello!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
I'm on track to graduate!
I just got in from a meeting with my adviser and it went so well. Let me start out by saying that I really like my adviser; she's a sweet older nun who really seems to care about her students. When I officially declare my major (another story altogether, to be honest) I'm going to miss her.
Last semester I was not a good student. First of all, statistics is the devil's way of beating self-confidence to a pulp. Second, after Ryan's accident, I dropped off the face of the Earth. I'm not making excuses for my poor grades, but that's what happened. Ryan's accident happened at a really pivotal point in the semester--a little less than 3/4s of the way through, when papers and exams are starting to get even more serious and studying outweighs almost anything else you could be doing.
I didn't have the emotional capacity to even be away from my family for a few weeks, never mind write papers on gender and inequality. When I came back to school, I managed to make up for most of my lost time and I didn't fail anything. My GPA, however, suffered greatly, and I was put on academic probation.
That isn't who I am, you know. I'm good at school. I don't usually have to work too hard to maintain good grades and my GPA usually hovers around 3.2. When I got the letter explaining academic probation and the restrictions it has on me, one of the restrictions was that I could only take 16 credits.
Each class at Emmanuel counts for 4 credit hours and most students only take 4 classes per semester to graduate on time. This means I could only take 4 classes. In order to graduate on time, I have to take 20 credit hours (5 classes) for the next four semesters.
I struggled at first with this news, but slowly came to terms with it. If I have to stay an extra semester at Emmanuel, I will. I want my college degree. No, I need my college degree. Graduating college is something that's very important to me, and if it meant graduating in January 2014, I'd do it. Of course I'd do it.
(Why? I've come this far in my academic career, it would be dumb to drop out now. If I were to drop out, what would I do? Work at Dolci the rest of my life? No thank you, I smell when I come home from working there. Education was really important to my grandfather. I'll be the first one in my immediate family with a college degree. My parents are going to be so proud when I get my diploma, a diploma I worked my butt off for. It's like a big slap in the face to everyone who doubted me. Like, haha! I succeeded! The party we'll have for my sister's high school graduation and my college graduation is going to be epic. Not everyone can do this, you know. I want to be able to show the world what I'm worth. But talk minus action is worthless; I can spout off all my abilities whenever I want, but they aren't going to prove anything to anyone. That degree is what matters.)
Today, I found out that I am, in fact, a junior. I will graduate on time. I will walk across that stage adorned in blue and gold, and I will receive a diploma without having to go to school an extra semester.
Words cannot describe how excited I am right now.
Last semester I was not a good student. First of all, statistics is the devil's way of beating self-confidence to a pulp. Second, after Ryan's accident, I dropped off the face of the Earth. I'm not making excuses for my poor grades, but that's what happened. Ryan's accident happened at a really pivotal point in the semester--a little less than 3/4s of the way through, when papers and exams are starting to get even more serious and studying outweighs almost anything else you could be doing.
I didn't have the emotional capacity to even be away from my family for a few weeks, never mind write papers on gender and inequality. When I came back to school, I managed to make up for most of my lost time and I didn't fail anything. My GPA, however, suffered greatly, and I was put on academic probation.
That isn't who I am, you know. I'm good at school. I don't usually have to work too hard to maintain good grades and my GPA usually hovers around 3.2. When I got the letter explaining academic probation and the restrictions it has on me, one of the restrictions was that I could only take 16 credits.
Each class at Emmanuel counts for 4 credit hours and most students only take 4 classes per semester to graduate on time. This means I could only take 4 classes. In order to graduate on time, I have to take 20 credit hours (5 classes) for the next four semesters.
I struggled at first with this news, but slowly came to terms with it. If I have to stay an extra semester at Emmanuel, I will. I want my college degree. No, I need my college degree. Graduating college is something that's very important to me, and if it meant graduating in January 2014, I'd do it. Of course I'd do it.
(Why? I've come this far in my academic career, it would be dumb to drop out now. If I were to drop out, what would I do? Work at Dolci the rest of my life? No thank you, I smell when I come home from working there. Education was really important to my grandfather. I'll be the first one in my immediate family with a college degree. My parents are going to be so proud when I get my diploma, a diploma I worked my butt off for. It's like a big slap in the face to everyone who doubted me. Like, haha! I succeeded! The party we'll have for my sister's high school graduation and my college graduation is going to be epic. Not everyone can do this, you know. I want to be able to show the world what I'm worth. But talk minus action is worthless; I can spout off all my abilities whenever I want, but they aren't going to prove anything to anyone. That degree is what matters.)
Today, I found out that I am, in fact, a junior. I will graduate on time. I will walk across that stage adorned in blue and gold, and I will receive a diploma without having to go to school an extra semester.
Words cannot describe how excited I am right now.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Back in Boston!
I'm happy here. I missed the city a lot, and even though I really miss my friends from home, I'm happy here.
Classes are going well so far. It seems like a lot of work but nothing I can start on now, during my down time. That's kind of annoying. I have papers and things hanging over my head that I know I'll have to do eventually, I just don't have the knowledge now. Slightly frustrating, but it's really more of a champagne problem.
Classes are going well so far. It seems like a lot of work but nothing I can start on now, during my down time. That's kind of annoying. I have papers and things hanging over my head that I know I'll have to do eventually, I just don't have the knowledge now. Slightly frustrating, but it's really more of a champagne problem.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Where did summer go?!
This summer has FLOWN by.
In less than 36 hours I will be back in Boston as a junior in college. Holy crap! I'm like, old!
This summer, I can honestly say, has been the best and worst o my life.
Let's get the negative recap out of the way:
1. Drinking too much and getting sick, then having to work at 8am completely hungover. I had to leave early, I could barely stand. I went home, slept for six hours, then went back out that night. In my defense, that night was Ted's birthday, and I'm a champ, so...
2. So much friend drama. I spent far too many nights up late crying and venting with friends about other friends. It was so messed up. It was like no one wanted to get along and everyone was in it for themselves. Now, thankfully, everything is good, and I can happily report that I personally am getting along with everyone.
3. Work sucked. I hate everything about working until 11pm six nights a week.
4. The summer to do list did not get completed.
5. For a long time I just didn't feel like myself. I wasn't as happy as normal.
Now the good stuff:
1. I'm tanner than I've ever been.
2. My beach day with Ted that we spent seven hours relaxing on the beach only getting up to swim has gone down as the best day ever.
3. The night I walked out of work with Dyl to find all our friends waiting for us in the parking lot.
4. Meeting Mike Chase and Paige, who are two incredibly sweet people.
5. Six Flags (the first trip was better than the second).
6. Ending the summer by going to the driving range and then tidepooling until sunset.
7. Sleepovers at Katie's, waking her and Burgess up for pancakes.
8. That sleepover at Katie's before Six Flags where we watched Your Highness and fell asleep.
9. Winning my heat in the demo.
10. The failed glow in the dark game of capture the flag.
11. Growing a backbone.
12. Learning to prioritize.
13. Learning new nouns, such as 'Mike Chase special' and 'dickleech'.
14. The dinner train.
15. Various bonfires at my house, Katie's, Jeff's, Hamblin's.
16. The night we played mini golf then went hottubbing at Sam's.
17. Beating Theodore at go-cart racing, even though my win came out of a bribe.
18. Burning that Christmas tree.
In less than 36 hours I will be back in Boston as a junior in college. Holy crap! I'm like, old!
This summer, I can honestly say, has been the best and worst o my life.
Let's get the negative recap out of the way:
1. Drinking too much and getting sick, then having to work at 8am completely hungover. I had to leave early, I could barely stand. I went home, slept for six hours, then went back out that night. In my defense, that night was Ted's birthday, and I'm a champ, so...
2. So much friend drama. I spent far too many nights up late crying and venting with friends about other friends. It was so messed up. It was like no one wanted to get along and everyone was in it for themselves. Now, thankfully, everything is good, and I can happily report that I personally am getting along with everyone.
3. Work sucked. I hate everything about working until 11pm six nights a week.
4. The summer to do list did not get completed.
5. For a long time I just didn't feel like myself. I wasn't as happy as normal.
Now the good stuff:
1. I'm tanner than I've ever been.
2. My beach day with Ted that we spent seven hours relaxing on the beach only getting up to swim has gone down as the best day ever.
3. The night I walked out of work with Dyl to find all our friends waiting for us in the parking lot.
4. Meeting Mike Chase and Paige, who are two incredibly sweet people.
5. Six Flags (the first trip was better than the second).
6. Ending the summer by going to the driving range and then tidepooling until sunset.
7. Sleepovers at Katie's, waking her and Burgess up for pancakes.
8. That sleepover at Katie's before Six Flags where we watched Your Highness and fell asleep.
9. Winning my heat in the demo.
10. The failed glow in the dark game of capture the flag.
11. Growing a backbone.
12. Learning to prioritize.
13. Learning new nouns, such as 'Mike Chase special' and 'dickleech'.
14. The dinner train.
15. Various bonfires at my house, Katie's, Jeff's, Hamblin's.
16. The night we played mini golf then went hottubbing at Sam's.
17. Beating Theodore at go-cart racing, even though my win came out of a bribe.
18. Burning that Christmas tree.
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