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Typical. It's 1 a.m. and I have yet to finish my homework for today/tomorrow. I've got a short paper to write and then I can finally get to bed.
Tuesdays are my busiest days. I start with classes at 12:30 p.m. Stats, econ, anthropology—back to back, straight up till 5:18 p.m. And then I have a brainstorming meeting for Fisher Ink at 5:30 p.m., an e-board meeting for Fisher Ink at 6:30 p.m., and then the general meeting for Fisher Ink at 7:30 p.m. That meeting will be the first one where I'll get to run the show as Content Editor-in-Chief. I'm really excited about being able to assign stories and take responsibility for the magazine's content. I really need to learn the writers' names.
Now it's 2 p.m. in the afternoon and I'm in econ class. I got caught up last night in a 3-hour phone call, so my blogging never really got off the ground. Neither did my anthropology paper, which I just finished now (yes, during econ class) and submitted online. It's so hard to pay attention in this class; the professor just kind of rambles and says thinks like "well, okay." He just said our next midterm is next week, which is not good for me. But I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. Gotta love me some clichés.
It’s been a while since I last posted; I guess I’ve been busy. The weather’s been amazing—we’re talking temps in the upper 70s, cloudless skies, and gentle breezes. I’ve been running every day this week, mostly in a (as of now) vain attempt to tan. I’m horribly white.
The Oval is like a beach. I left econ class on Tuesday to go sit out on the Oval and read. It was really distracting. People were lying out on beach towels soaking up the sun, others were playing Frisbee—it was all excessively collegiate. Except for that giant duck out there; I still don’t know what was up with that.
I already decided I’m not going to stats lecture tomorrow. It’s my only class on Friday and it just brings my whole day down to have to wake up for that 9 a.m. class. I haven’t been to stats lecture in weeks, and my grade is starting to show it. Plus I have no idea how to calculate probability. I should probably learn that before our second midterm.
We’ve only got six weeks left in the quarter. I’ve already scheduled for autumn and most of my friends at other colleges are either done or will be done in the next week or so. I really don’t want to leave. Leaving means getting back to the “life” I had before college. It means going to my internship every day instead of going to classes. It means my curfew is reinstated. I’m really going to miss so many people I’ve met this year; I really hope we’ll be able to pick up where we left off in the fall. For the friends who live kind of near me, you should come visit or let me know when I can come visit you! Maybe I’ll be just spontaneous and unpredictable and just show up at your door one day—life’s always better that way.
When I went to check my email today, my eyes were immediately drawn the message with the subject that read, “AMIS H211 Admission Decision.” For a second, I hated how generic and attached it sounded. The email was just as plain—completely empty of any signs of responsibility, of any direction to point the blame—but I only got as far as “Congratulations!” before I sat back in my chair, relieved.
My schedule for autumn in going to be fantastic, to say the least: classes on only Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and all in the same building, Schoenbaum. I’ve been told the courses I’m planning to take are weed-out courses, which scares me a bit. They’re all classes I’d need to take eventually, so I guess I shouldn’t avoid them. I’m taking Accounting H211, Bus-Mgt 330M, and Bus-Mgt 331M. Even if they are difficult, I always have Tuesday and Thursday set aside for recovery.
I’m officially the Content Editor-in-Chief of Fisher Ink. I know I said a while back that I would get to this spot someday—today’s the day. I’m really looking forward to being in an editor position. I get my own writing staff to thrust story ideas upon and I’ll have my own “Editing Manager” to assist me with the job. The best part of this is that I will only have to write stories if they don’t get done, and I’m not expecting that to happen with me in charge. :-)
The warm weather is incredible. Not a cloud in the sky, refreshing breeze—it made for a great run in running club. We ran downtown today, which is my favorite run, even though we do have to stop a lot at stoplights. People on the streets give you a lot of “Run, Forest, Run!”-type remarks, and you really want to punch them in the face, but it’s not something I’d suggest doing.
I’ve knocked out two of my three midterms this week. Econ went surprisingly well. Our professor made only a few changes from the study guide he’d given us for the exam, and since I looked it over before the exam, I had no problems. I had my stats exam this morning and it was very, very easy. I never go to lecture—who wants to get up for a 9 a.m. class?—and, yet, I’ve learned everything I needed by going to recitation, where we always do group work. Tomorrow I have anthropology, which will be the hardest exam. There’s a lot of material—little of which I know—so I will definitely be studying at some point today. But not until it gets dark and the opportunity to play Frisbee has closed.
Another all-nighter. This one could have been avoided, but I insisted on putting off studying and then pretended to be shanghaied into seeing Smart People at the Drexel when I could have easily declined. Anyway, I have my econ 502 midterm in five hours and I’m terrifying unprepared, especially after looking through my professor’s reviews on RateMyProfessors.com.
This week is not going to be a fun one. Usually I do very little work each week—I’d spend maybe an hour or two collectively on homework. But this week is midterm week for me, and I’m going to be spending all of it either studying or worrying about how little I’m actually studying. Either way, it’s a lot of work; and either way, it means little sleep will come my way.
The temperatures are supposed to get back up to the 70s by midweek, and I’m full-heartedly grateful for that. It means I’ll get to run outside comfortably, or play Frisbee in the Oval, or just mess around in the dark at obscene hours of the night with friends. I’m regretting taking 20 credit hours this quarter, and it’s too late to drop a course without taking a “W.” I already have a “W,” so the last thing I want is to give it a friend to conspire with; only bad things can happen when two “Ws” get together.
I schedule for autumn quarter on April 22nd at 11:15 a.m. That’s right—autumn quarter. I applied for the Accounting Honors program and expect to get a slot in it. I’m still waiting on word, but if that works out then my scheduling for autumn quarter should be a smooth and flawless operation. I’m thinking I’ll stick with 15 credit hours—my lowest ever—but I just want to play it safe. You never know what to expect when dealing with honors accounting.
It’s so easy to get distracted in college. Take last night for example: my friend and I were supposed to start studying for our anthro test at 8:30 p.m. We didn’t actually get anything done and I didn’t leave until 4:30 a.m. Gilmore Girls is partly to blame—I got all my friends hopelessly addicted—but I think it’s mostly our tendency to not study. Mostly.
The weather’s been unbelievable—in a good, great, fantastic way. Sunny, 70+ degrees, slightly breezy—this is what spring should feel like. I went running yesterday with running club along the north trail, which follows the Olentangy River. I think I even got a bit sunburnt! Which I guess isn’t surprising given my pale skin, but still, it shows how summery the weather is—and I’d take sunburn over frostbite any day.
The Oval has been so crowded lately—I’ve never seen it like this. So many groups of people playing Frisbee—how clichéd—so many people just lying out in the sun or talking with friends. On Monday night my friend brought out her blanket and we sprawled out on the south oval at dusk and just absorbed each other’s awesomeness. Mean Girls reference? Oh yes.
I’m sitting in Caribou Coffee, staring in awe at the copious list of wireless networks available in my vicinity. I think it’s our first 70-degree day in a while—sunny, still, warm—and yet I’d rather sit near the window in Caribou with my MacBook watching people pass on High Street. A few of my friends are lounging on the Oval, but my friend Pri and I are here, attempting to study for our Tuesday anthropology quiz. It’s not working.
Anyway, I should be doing homework. I’m falling a bit behind in my classes because I don’t pay attention. I know, it’s entirely my fault for bringing my computer to all my classes and letting Facebook distract me.
Last night I went to dinner at Haiku, an Asian restaurant in the Short North, for a friend’s birthday. They had small scraps of paper and pencils at the table, so, naturally, Pri and I started writing haikus. I had never written one before, so it took me a while to get into it, but we were soon busting them out in no time flat. I didn’t save them, but I know someone has them—I’ll have to track them down and upload a few.
I’m losing my coffee-shop inspiration. I should probably study…or get more coffee.
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