I was flipping channels, and MTV’s Room Raiders was on. (A boy raids the rooms of 3 single girls to decide who he wants to go on date with before meeting them.) I noticed a pretty brunette sitting in the center of the 3 girls. I recognized her. I realized I went to school with her. I also realized that she lived at the top of my street. And then I knew for sure it was her when they said her name.
It’s so so odd.
B/B -
Sarah -
Some pretty interesting ideas here…you do a good job balancing your focus on the books. You have to think about being more deliberate — literary criticism is like T’ai Chi: best done slowly for most effect, with great attention to every step in the rhetorical process. Sometimes this essay is too Jackie Chan – it’s energetic, but suffers from a lack of finesse – by this I mean that you leap to conclusions without bringing the reader along. You have great ideas; showcase them in carefully written, fully developed, meticiously organized paragraphs.
Personally, I’m a big fan of the Jackie Chan reference. Because I actually know what he’s talking about.
I think I can really just define my college experience in two seperate occurences yesterday.
Number 1:
In the basement of the central school building, on my way to check my mailbox, I was accosted by a friend of mine who plainly said “Can I see where your clothes were made?”. Before I even had a chance to respond, my jacket was being pulled off and my oxford tugged to locate a tag. In the midst of this, gripped with fear of being further stripped in public view I blurted “My skirt was made in America. I’m sure of it.” Apparently, I was semi-stripped by Students for Social Action, to see where products are made? Or something? I dashed away as quickly as possible to regain my dignity.
Number 2:
Exiting the building, I walked past a group of students sitting outside and heard one snippet of their conversation – “I don’t know. I just have perky testicles, that’s all.”
Dear God, this place will never cease to amuse me.
Hello, hello, hello!
To all three or four of my readers!
I apologize for the unfairly long delay in my posting, but I’ve actually been working hard, so my free time to blog has become greatly diminished.
So let me take this opportunity to fill you in on my collegiate status!
1. My radio show is up and running, and I now have a co-host. Today will be the first show that we will be cohosting together. We’ve agreed that in order to live up to our name of “Rock Snobs” that he will play mainly modern rock and I will comfortably command my sphere of knowledge in classic rock. So any fears of an all classic rock show can now be released – he plays Pearl Jam and the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and quite a few bands I’m not afraid to admit I’ve never heard before. So if you happen to have time in your day between 2pm & 4pm this afternoon, try to tune into us on the web here. It should be a rockin’ good time.
2. I’ve declared my major. I’m sure you all know I was really leaning towards majoring in calculas and chemistry, but I caved and was warmly welcomed into the English department Thursday afternoon at 1:30pm. It was such a simple process, and there was no doubt in my mind that English was the major for me. I may have also mentioned that one of my current English teachers had said to me he “would be honored to be my advisor should I choose English.” Well, that Professor signed the form after class this afternoon, and will be my advisor until I graduate in May of 2009! I’m really starting to take small forward steps in my life, which is scary and exciting and easy all at once.
3. When I was home for Spring Break, I was lovingly cajoled by my parents into searching for a summer internship. (And by lovingly cajoled I mean: “You will sit by this phone and research on this computer until you have a summer internship.) I think I blew my parents away by getting two seperate interviews and two interested call backs in two days. I decided that I enjoy working at the radio station here at school so much that I would search for an internship in radio over the summer. I interviewed at the local classic rock station and at a Business Talk Station which is also a network in a nearby town. I was hired by the latter after my interview! I’m looking forward to working at this station a great deal because it has a small station feel, and I work well in smaller more community oriented situations. Interestingly enough, the CEO of the station’s son is a sophomore at the school I am currently attending.
4. I’m getting better at working harder in class and doing my school work, and am slowly doing better than I was last semester. I wish I could just flip a switch and change my way of doing things, but it’s a slow and difficult process. Half the time, I wish I had a parent here to force me to do my work, but this is what college is all about – standing on your own two feet.
The sunny outlook of this post may also be attributed to the beautiful weather outside my window, and the fact that I’m listening to Led Zeppelin, but hopefully I’ll continue moving upward in my life and continue to improve myself.
The Scene: Dinner
The Character: My Mother
Mother:”Sarah! Come look at my new spatula! I got it at the Williams Sonoma outlet!”
Daughter:”You bought a designer spatula…”
Mother: “On sale!”
For the past 2 weeks, posters have been tacked up all over campus sharing the importance of staying safe in the sun and reasonable alcohol consumption. In the HUB basement today, after checking our mailboxes, my friend Liz and I stumbled upon a table manned by our friend giving out spring break safety bags.
“Hooray!” I thought, “Free stuff!”
Plus, I figured there’d be sunblock packs in the bag and being the transluscent shade of white that I am, I figured you can never really have enough sunblock.
Leaving the table, we anxiously peered into our goody bags.
- 2 pieces of chocolate! Hooray!
- 2 mini bottles of hand sanitizer. Good idea college! If the I’m-going-to-Mexico-for-Spring-Break girls had room in their skimpy clothes, they would absolutely carry a mini hand sanitizer around. Speaking of skimpy clothes..
- 7, count them, SEVEN condoms. Durex.
Now seriously, how slutty do you think we are? I mean, okay, yeah, the campus is pretty whorish, but 7 condoms? I’m offended. I really am.
Now, ahem, pardon me, I’m going to go, uh, store these condoms somewhere. You never know when, uh, your roomate might need one. *Shifty eyes*
I woke up this morning with a ray of direct sunlight coming through my window and warming me up in my bed. That’s a pretty satisfying way to wake up. It’s even more satisfying to get ready for class in the rays of sunshine that are spotlighting your entire room. While listening to Spoon.
It’s doubley satisfying to be in a sunny enough mood to skip down the front steps of your dorm room into even more (admitedly chilly) sunshine, into the distinct sound that seperates spring from winter. Birds chirping. As I cut through the back parking lot behind the arts center to get to the English/Classics Department building, I heard birds singing.
That’s the difference between Winter and Spring. Not just the sound of birds singing but the sounds in general. Winter is a far quieter, dull, blanket of silence. Walking to class is a brisk and careful endeavor, attempting to avoid dark ice patches. What little sound escapes into the world outside is muffled in the snow and gray.
I went to class without my iPod today, do to a random sudden visibility of wires in the headphones, I went to class early. I walked slowly, and deliberately, listening to the birds singing. I heard my footsteps resounding clearly on the pavement. The sound was sure and strong. Nothing was muffled, nothing was gray.
Even the buildings sound different in the spring. The creak of the heavy door into the building suddenly seems more promising, the high-backed cushioned chairs in the lobby welcoming you to sit and read in them, in the spots of sunlight.
But the best sound of all, in the clear air, devoid of clouds or gray, or any color other than a bright clear blue, was the sound of the clocktower. We were let out of class over 15 minutes early, and as I walked towards the crosswalk I jumped at the 10 warm tolls of the bell. I stopped. The sound seemed to carry farther than it ever had, I could barely ever hear it during the winter in my classroom, though my classroom is adjacent to the bell.
I’m really happy that spring is coming.
I
just
broadcast
my very first
radio show
ever.
And it was
AMAZING.
If all things work out the way they are supposed to today -
Rock Snobs
on WDCV 88.3 FM
2 – 4 pm
Stream it here
Enjoy.
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