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Life is...busy. But for the first time in the history of my time at OSU, I'm actually enjoying some of the stuff I'm busy with.
Last week was the C.E.N.T.S show at the convention center downtown---aka the certified exterior nursery technician show. A whole convention filled with horticultural shortcourses, booths, and talks--I was in heaven. The show is a national event (actually, it's growing to be somewhat international. One of the speakers was from England this year), so that means we get to see a lot of people in the business that we don't usually have contact with. Kind of like a big family reunion. It was fun to just walk around and run into friends--literally, in one occasion. (My one friend walked in the door as I was walking by the door. With both of us being engrossed in our guides, we managed to walk right into eachother.)
For my magazine writing class (comm 602), I'm also focusing on a couple of horticulture articles. The main one I'm working on now (first draft due tomorrow) is one about the guidelines of container gardening. I can't tell you how nice it is to be able to spend your time writing on a subject you actually enjoy--and get a grade for it. It really is a great feeling (as great a feeling as you can get from a class...) when you can leave the world of GECs and start to take specialized classes.
I'm also working on a couple articles for my newspaper writing class (comm 421). It's not quite as fun (to me) as my magazine articles, but eh, whatcha gonna do. The writing styles are extremely different--newspapers are more about directly relating the facts, forget about being creative. Magazines are more about relaying facts in a creative way. You're also not supposed to have any sort of opinion in newspaper writing. I have a little problem with that. But little Lois Lane here has to run to an interview...so until next time.
I think they might be trying to kill me.
My housemates, that is.
Imagine this: your housemates tell you to pass on the dinner plans you had for the night, because they had "something special" planned. That something special finally is finished around 9:00 that night...and it doesn't look or smell the greatest, but you decide to take a bite because, well, it's "special." First thing you notice: it tastes disgusting. Second thing: you can't seem to be able to breathe easily. Now that's not a good thing.
Asking them what's in their "special" pasta dish isn't any use---they refuse to tell you the ingredients. Realizing you're probably having an allergic reaction, you yell, asking if they put seafood in it---something you and they know you can't eat.
Turns out they did use seafood--anchovies. And they knew you couldn't eat it, they just weren't gonna tell you because the pasta didn't exactly taste like anchovies. Now that's something I hadn't thought of before---trying to trick your body into eating something it can't. Here, drink this poison. It could kill you, but maybe it won't, because it doesn't taste like poison. Please say you hear my sarcasm.
Ugh. But enough of this whale of a tale for now. I've got to get back to researching an article for my magazine writing class. It's actually pretty fun, believe it or not. I'm writing an article on--go figure--plants. Container gardening, to be specific. Which to some might be a bore fest (does anyone still use that phrase?), but I'm enjoying the process. They don't call me blonde gardener for nothin....
My mom and I have a lot in common, one such trait being the fact that neither of us are real "girly-girls" when it comes to shopping----meaning there's nothing we really "have to have." My mom, however, does have one rule she, my sister, and I have learned to abide by: if you think more than once about wanting something you see, you should buy it while you have the chance.
It may seem like a strange rule to some (especially my sister, who usually goes by the impulsive "you see it, you want it, you buy it--no matter what the cost" rule) , but originated from years of regretted non-purchases. My personal most regretted non-purchase took place in Cozumel, Mexico a few years ago. It was a pearl necklace: black pearls spaced around a small pink ribbon. I didn't buy it (saving my money for something better that was bound to come on the next island our cruise ship stopped at) and, though it's just a necklace, have thought about it ever since. My mom and I still look for something that resembles it, and I keep trying to persuade our family to go back to Cozumel so I can find that street vendor again... but for now it remains something I regret not doing. Nothing better came on the next island.
Now I seem to be facing something of a similar situation, although instead of pearls, I'm contemplating houses. This is now the third time I've seriously imagined the possibility of living somewhere else for my final couple quarters at OSU, and the third time I've also held myself back with thoughts that I have a moderately good living situation now. Maybe I should just stay where I am and not risk it getting any worse.
Or maybe years from now I would look back with regret on yet another non-purchase.
So here we go again. Another quarter, another day filled with classes, and another night spent with a house full of screaming highschool church girls...
This quarter my Tuesday/Thursday combo turn out to be pretty busy this quarter--with Spanish H552, Comm 421, History 569, and Comm 602 back to back. Wednesday I just have PCMB 300. Which leaves Monday and Friday without any classes. Woot.
Spring officially starts in a few weeks---at work, that is. That's when we horticulturists have to start pullin the long shifts starting to get everything ready for the warmer months. Spring is by far the busiest season of the year. My boss loved the fact that I don't have classes on Mon., Fri....so it looks like I'm gonna drive to Cincinnati Thursday night, work on my work/study during the weekend, and drive back to Columbus Tuesday morning every other week or so. Meaning I have close to no time for other homework.... but eh. Whatcha gonna do. I'm actually pretty excited.
The few nights I am here in Columbus, however, seem to try my patience more than any amount of homework, driving, or work ever could. I'm not gonna get into all those messy details, but just say the thing that I hear many college students learn: being friends and hanging out with people and living with them are two completely different things. Details for living arrangements next year are still being worked out.
But it's back to Comm homework for me. For now, at least.
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