Narcissistic Personality Disorder and Henry VIII

For all of you who read my title and cringed, fear not, I won’t be discussing the topic of my thesis paper, to be written in the coming two weeks.
 
I will be discussing this previous week, or, my first week at college. Granted, it is only summer college, and I will be going back to the purgatory of Senior Year in late August, but this past week has been one of the most enjoyable of my life.  But I won’t bore you with that.
 
Instead, I’d like to partake in a little more griping. Suprised? I thought not.
Currently residing at Dickinson are 10 Research and Writing students, the program of which I am a part of. There rest of the Dickinson Summer Program Students are pre-college, and they’re all cool, so no complaints there. But then, there’s the Central Pennsylvania Youth Ballet. Bunheads. They walk around campus with their perfect posture, then crowd the lunch lines only to eat a tiny fraction of what they put on their plates. Perhaps I’m being a little bit harsh. But ballerinas are strictly forbidden from talking to any non-ballerinas, so they tend to be the brunt of our jokes. Then, the JHU CTY students. John Hopkins University Center for Talented Youth. A hundred or so 12 years olds with an IQ about 200 points higher than mine will ever be. Yesterday, the second wave, (Younger) of CTY students came in, and I was forced to confront them in the dining hall. Well, one of them. As I went to grab a tray on which to place the sludge that passes for food, I find myself face to face with a short and scrawny boy, maybe 11. He’s picking up tray after tray, inspecting them and saying, “Nope, too dirty.” Fed up, I hand him a tray and say, “Take it sweetie, It’s as clean as it gets.” Harsh? Perhaps. Necessary? Entirely.
 
And so, that wraps up my first wonderful week at Dickinson College.

Eleven Hours on The Plane

Bobby McFerrin sang the song “Don’t worry be happy” with the intention of lifting the spirits of the listener. This seemingly fail proof ditty had the exact opposite affect on your beloved writer, who was sandwiched between a rather smelly man, and a very sweet girl who had the annoying habit of singing aloud to her music. Also, being subjected to disgusting airplane food twice, a clown in a red wig three times, and one terrible Disney movie, believe you me, I was just about ready to crack.

Cracking seemed like a fabulous idea at first. What better way to get out of my middle-seat hell? But then the whole, prematurely landing the plane in some obscure desert would not be ideal. But! There was a map in front of me, and low and behold, we were above Greece! Oh, how I would love to go to Greece. A wicked grin flashed across my face, until that stupid conscience of mine got in the way. I bet those other people have places to go. DAMN THEM FOR HAVING PLANS.

So, after watching five films on a small screen in front of me, why don’t I give you a few brief reviews.

Brother Bear: Disney. All about love. Suprised?
Man on Fire: Denzel Washington being evil. Suprisingly good.
Envy: Jack Black and Ben Stiller. Sucked.
Hidalgo: Viggo Mortensen. Really Sucked.
Jersey Girl: Ben Affleck, Liv Tyler. Hilarious George Carlin moments. Not so bad.

So, did you miss me?