Rainy with a Side of Awesome

So I am spending J-Term in London and Paris this year, and I'm PUMPED!

The last two days were quite an adventure. First was the four hour car ride to the Newark airport, which would have been fine if I didn't have hips that like to cramp up awkwardly. I was sitting in the middle and ended up with my feet up on that little divider thats always under the middle person's legs. My right hip started to cramp up for the rest of the ride, and pretty much the rest of the day.

Then came the airport. Can we say 4 hours early???? We definitely had plenty of time to get through security, eat, and sit around before we got to do the same thing for ANOTHER six hours.

Things started to look up once we got on the plane. We had one of the fancy planes, with the personal touch screen TVs on the backs of the seats, and luck seemed to be with me since I had a window seat aaaaand the seat between another student and I was empty, perfect for spreading out and getting comfortable, at least until she showed up. An hour or two into the flight this woman, who apparently spilled water on her seat, took the empty seat between us. She smelled a little funny, which wasn't what bothered me. What bothered me was how she took up the entire arm rest between us, ended up sleeping partly on my seat, and when she was awake, leaning over me to look out the window, when it was pitch black....

Once we landed, we got on a bus to take a 45 minute bus ride to our hotel, aka an hour and half bus ride. Then, once we got to the hotel we had to kill time until 12 pm, since we had to wait for our rooms to be ready. We ate an early lunch and tried to stave off the sleepiness with coffee, which was futile. Once 11:30 rolled around most of us were sitting in the lobby, delirious from sleep, and really really really grouchy.

Once we got into our rooms, I just had the energy to take my shoes and socks off and fell into bed. I'm pretty sure I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. After a three hour nap, we got ready and went to dinner. We found this really cute place called Giraffe in an open air shopping center, it was delicious and the atmosphere was great. After, we took a peek around some shops, but we were too sleepy to really be interested.

After my first day here I have discovered two things: I should have packed rain boots, and am in a desperate search for some and my converters do not have the third prong, so until I find one with a hole for it, I will be unable to charge my computer.

What an adventure this is going to be.

-Frantic College Student

Procrastination

Procrastination... everybody does it. You would be a liar if you said you have never procrastinated because of something. I know its a Friday night, but usually I like to be productive, but tonight is a different story. I just can't focus on my work (hence why I am posting to my blog...). I had rehearsal this afternoon from 4 to 6 and dance from 6 to 7, and nothing special happened, but when I got back to my room I was all hyped up. I was sooooo bored. So my roommate and I decided to ride my rolly desk chair up and down the hallway, getting some strange looks. Hey, it was fun, don't judge. At least we were sober, which is more than I can say for some of the people on my floor. That only staved off the boredom for a little bit (again, why I am writing this!) Hopefully soon I might get something serious done. Damn you procrastination!

Why Me?

I normally wouldn't post more than once a day, but this "adventure" of mine can't go undocumented...

My mother has always told me I have sweet blood, because no matter where I go or what I do, I always manage to attract any bees/wasps/hornets etc. within a ten foot radius. Funny, since I am irrationally, and paralyzingly terrified of anything yellow and black stripped (stinging or not). You would have this debilitating fear too if your earliest memory was being trapped in a car seat with wasps up the back of your shirt stinging you, while your mom tells you to behave. Think about that before judging me. So, today my Museum Education class went on a little field trip to an outdoor museum. Bugs or bees didn't even cross my mind (though the mud did), and everything went off without a hitch. We all pile into the two senate vans we took down there and headed off. Next thing I hear is "Molly you have a giant bug in your hair!" The panic sets in. Someone else brilliantly pipes up, "It's a wasp!" What is a van full of girls going to do with a wasp in someones hair? Scream, and flail around of course. That's just what we did. Some yelled at me to shake my head out the window, and others halfheartedly swatted at my hair (I don't blame them, I wouldnt want to be stung either). By this time I had unbuckled myself and was furiously shaking my hair out the window. It must have looked like I finally had a psychotic break. I looked in the side view mirror and the wasp was still there, barely hanging on to the hair on the side of my head. A couple more shakes and it disappeared. I leaned back in my seat. I vaguely heard someone say it may have fallen into the car, and I panicked again, looking around on the floor and next to me on the seat. Nothing. "Molly, it's on your sweater!" I almost cried. Everyone started screaming again and flailing around, trying to dislodge it from right under my armpit. I managed to unbutton my cardigan and turned the sleeve inside out. The whole rest of the ride we sat with the wasp inside the sleeve, and one of the other girls holding it down (hopefully suffocating it). When we got back to campus, we all started to argue about who was going to shake it out. I had it in my hair and under my armpit, I was NOT going to do it. Finally we convinced one of our professors to do it for us. It truly was an adventure today, and proves that even in March, I still attract any bee within ten feet of me.

Busy Busy Busy

Lets talk about scheduling. It seems like there are never enough hours in a day to schedule all of my time, and I never seem to get it right. For instance, today. I had a meeting with an important person on campus, and I scheduled it on Tuesday. I wrote down in my agenda and on my Google Calender that it was at 11:30 today. Wrong. It was at 11, I was a whole half-hour late for my meeting. Luckily this person was very understanding (it also helped that she was late for a meeting as well). I guess it never gets better, even when your a professional. Right now I am scrambling to post in the few minutes I have before my meeting, and my next class. Thursdays are the day form H-E-double hockey sticks. I won't be back to my room for a good length of time until ten o'clock tonight. A friend once said that "If your pace feels comfortable, your not going fast enough." I am definitely not comfortable right now.

Hello!

This is my blog (cliche opener)! I'm Molly, a "frantic student" at Hartwick College, and this is my way of dealing with life in college. I can't guarantee that this will be updated regularly (hence the "frantic") but I'm going to try. I hope everyone who reads this enjoys it, and thinks that my life as a college student is amusing (I sure as hell do).