Friday, March 12, 2010
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!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
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).
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