Thursday, February 28, 2013
Just In Case
I just recorded my vlog. My E Mch 315 class was cancelled today because our exam is tonight. This post is just in case I don't have time to write a real one.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Drama
So. Much. Drama.
I guess it was too good to last, last year. There was hardly any drama in my life. And the drama that did happen was resolved quickly and quietly, then forgotten.
Now, it seems as if the reprise has ended. And it's not even my drama. It's just all the fencing club kids. I use the term "kids" lightly; all of them are 18, if not older. And it's mostly the people in my year and the year above. Just everyone making mistakes and blowing things out of proportion. Miscommunication, misunderstandings, just lots of negative prefixes.
And I've always prided myself in being that person that everyone can talk to. I try really hard not to make judgements without knowing all the sides of the story. But lately, it's almost been too much for me. I may start recommending that some of my friends seek professional help. As much as I like giving advice and seeing how well it works, there are some things that are out of my depth.
Two of the guys had a meeting with our faculty advisor today. I'm meeting up with one of them in a half hour to talk about all of the drama that's been going on. Poor him. He's made so many terrible mistakes in the past few weeks and almost all of the drama is centered around him. I really hope I can help him tonight. But I may be telling him to see a psychologist of psychiatrist or something. Some of his problems are ridiculously huge. I just don't know how much more of this I can take.
And this is one of my main reasons that I'm probably not going to rejoin fencing next year. We all spend so much time with each other (practice 3 times a week, usually going to someone's apartment Friday night then someone else's Saturday) without long breaks that tensions build and finally break. Break the bonds of normal friendship and digress into blatant loathing and intentional drama-creating.
I feel that one of the reasons I'm rather good friends with my dorm-mates is that, as often as we see each other, we rarely spend hours upon endless hours in each other's company. The only person I ever spend an extended amount of time with is Victoria and she doesn't count; she's my roommate.
And maybe this just proves I'm more of an introvert than previously thought. If I spend a lot of time with a certain group of people, I'll start to feel like I'm spending too much time with them and start distancing myself. This is kind of what happened my senior year of high school, now that I think about it. I pretty much hung out with the same group of kids from 7th grade to 11th grade, then in 12th grade, I started trying to hang out with them less and other random friends of mine more. I think, eventually, some of the friends from the original group figured out what I was doing and were okay with it and the others just thought I was being a jerk. But honestly, I just can't hang out with just one group of people. I need a large friend base so that I don't go crazy.
But I'll always have those friends who I could spend three weeks with and not get sick of them. There are only a few, and I'm pretty sure most of them read this blog as of today. So, if you're reading this, please ignore everything I just said because it doesn't apply to you.
But all in all, I'll need to think about this some more, over think it, then simplify it to its core.
I guess it was too good to last, last year. There was hardly any drama in my life. And the drama that did happen was resolved quickly and quietly, then forgotten.
Now, it seems as if the reprise has ended. And it's not even my drama. It's just all the fencing club kids. I use the term "kids" lightly; all of them are 18, if not older. And it's mostly the people in my year and the year above. Just everyone making mistakes and blowing things out of proportion. Miscommunication, misunderstandings, just lots of negative prefixes.
And I've always prided myself in being that person that everyone can talk to. I try really hard not to make judgements without knowing all the sides of the story. But lately, it's almost been too much for me. I may start recommending that some of my friends seek professional help. As much as I like giving advice and seeing how well it works, there are some things that are out of my depth.
Two of the guys had a meeting with our faculty advisor today. I'm meeting up with one of them in a half hour to talk about all of the drama that's been going on. Poor him. He's made so many terrible mistakes in the past few weeks and almost all of the drama is centered around him. I really hope I can help him tonight. But I may be telling him to see a psychologist of psychiatrist or something. Some of his problems are ridiculously huge. I just don't know how much more of this I can take.
And this is one of my main reasons that I'm probably not going to rejoin fencing next year. We all spend so much time with each other (practice 3 times a week, usually going to someone's apartment Friday night then someone else's Saturday) without long breaks that tensions build and finally break. Break the bonds of normal friendship and digress into blatant loathing and intentional drama-creating.
I feel that one of the reasons I'm rather good friends with my dorm-mates is that, as often as we see each other, we rarely spend hours upon endless hours in each other's company. The only person I ever spend an extended amount of time with is Victoria and she doesn't count; she's my roommate.
And maybe this just proves I'm more of an introvert than previously thought. If I spend a lot of time with a certain group of people, I'll start to feel like I'm spending too much time with them and start distancing myself. This is kind of what happened my senior year of high school, now that I think about it. I pretty much hung out with the same group of kids from 7th grade to 11th grade, then in 12th grade, I started trying to hang out with them less and other random friends of mine more. I think, eventually, some of the friends from the original group figured out what I was doing and were okay with it and the others just thought I was being a jerk. But honestly, I just can't hang out with just one group of people. I need a large friend base so that I don't go crazy.
But I'll always have those friends who I could spend three weeks with and not get sick of them. There are only a few, and I'm pretty sure most of them read this blog as of today. So, if you're reading this, please ignore everything I just said because it doesn't apply to you.
But all in all, I'll need to think about this some more, over think it, then simplify it to its core.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Ukulele
Ukulele is hard.
I've owned my ukulele, Autumn, since I went to Hawaii with my family back in 2004/5/6 (not sure which year, my mom doesn't even remember). I don't even know why I wanted on so badly. I just saw it and thought, "Oh my gosh. I need one of those or my life will forever be incomplete." So, I convinced my parents to buy me pretty decent quality ukulele for around $50 at the Swamp Meet (or whatever it's called) on Maui. Then, being the typical Americans we are, my parents bought me a "Learn the Ukulele in 10 Easy Steps" book from a Wal-Mart near where we were staying.
Fast forward to high school. My ukulele sits unused on the floor at the end of my bed. One day, my dad asked me, "Do you ever even play that thing?" Well, to be honest, I hadn't really played it much since elementary school when I first got it. But after my dad asked, I probably played it at least once a month, if only for a few minutes.
Now that I'm in college, I get to choose how to allocate my time everyday. And I have more "free time." Whatever that's supposed to mean. For example: Right now, I should probably be starting my dynamics homework that's due on Friday, but instead, I've spent the past 2 and 1/2 hours practicing my ukulele in my dorm room. I was planning on playing and singing the song "Exterminate, Regenerate" by Charlie McDonnell on my vlog on Friday, but that song is waaaaaaaaaaay to hard for me to learn in three days time. So, instead, I've decided to do a song that I've pretty much had memorized since my senior year of high school, "Hey, Soul Sister" by Train. It's a reeeeeeeeally easy song to play on the ukulele; it's only 4 chords. I may push off "E,R" until May, when I've had more time to practice at home.
You're probably thinking, if you are musically inclined, that is, "Why don't you just transpose it to an easier key?" Trust me. That would just make it harder. I figure that if I practice the song at least once a week every week until the last Thursday in May, I'll have built up the finger strength needed to do all of the ridiculous chords Charlie used. Hopefully.
So, for now, I'll just stick with the easy songs and build my way up to the more advanced ukulele techniques.
I've owned my ukulele, Autumn, since I went to Hawaii with my family back in 2004/5/6 (not sure which year, my mom doesn't even remember). I don't even know why I wanted on so badly. I just saw it and thought, "Oh my gosh. I need one of those or my life will forever be incomplete." So, I convinced my parents to buy me pretty decent quality ukulele for around $50 at the Swamp Meet (or whatever it's called) on Maui. Then, being the typical Americans we are, my parents bought me a "Learn the Ukulele in 10 Easy Steps" book from a Wal-Mart near where we were staying.
Fast forward to high school. My ukulele sits unused on the floor at the end of my bed. One day, my dad asked me, "Do you ever even play that thing?" Well, to be honest, I hadn't really played it much since elementary school when I first got it. But after my dad asked, I probably played it at least once a month, if only for a few minutes.
Now that I'm in college, I get to choose how to allocate my time everyday. And I have more "free time." Whatever that's supposed to mean. For example: Right now, I should probably be starting my dynamics homework that's due on Friday, but instead, I've spent the past 2 and 1/2 hours practicing my ukulele in my dorm room. I was planning on playing and singing the song "Exterminate, Regenerate" by Charlie McDonnell on my vlog on Friday, but that song is waaaaaaaaaaay to hard for me to learn in three days time. So, instead, I've decided to do a song that I've pretty much had memorized since my senior year of high school, "Hey, Soul Sister" by Train. It's a reeeeeeeeally easy song to play on the ukulele; it's only 4 chords. I may push off "E,R" until May, when I've had more time to practice at home.
You're probably thinking, if you are musically inclined, that is, "Why don't you just transpose it to an easier key?" Trust me. That would just make it harder. I figure that if I practice the song at least once a week every week until the last Thursday in May, I'll have built up the finger strength needed to do all of the ridiculous chords Charlie used. Hopefully.
So, for now, I'll just stick with the easy songs and build my way up to the more advanced ukulele techniques.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Good Day
Thus far, today has been an almost exceptionally good day. Here is, chronologically, why:
I woke up a half hour early to study for my Spanish exam.
The substitute professor for my thermodynamics class wasn't terrible and we actually learned some stuff.
I totally aced my Spanish exam. And it only took 20 minutes, so I went to the HUB and got coffee and bought lunch early and sat with my friends Becky and Elise and Elise's boyfriend, Nate.
My math quiz went decently, if not as well as it could have gone. And math is always an interesting class because that professor is so strange (in a good way).
I went to my Spanish TA's dissertation grant proposal thing about Creole and the linguistics thereof.
I visited my math professor from last semester randomly and talked to him about how my semester is going and asked him to write me a letter of recommendation for studying abroad.
We learned new things in dynamics and I wasn't totally lost. Only a little lost.
I'm almost done writing my outline for my CAS speech for tomorrow.
I'm going over to my friend, Tom's apartment tonight so that he can prove to me and a few other people that he can actually cook.
My "The Hobbit" soundtrack came in the mail.
I received a postcard from Zurich from my sister.
Spring break is in 4 days.
I woke up a half hour early to study for my Spanish exam.
The substitute professor for my thermodynamics class wasn't terrible and we actually learned some stuff.
I totally aced my Spanish exam. And it only took 20 minutes, so I went to the HUB and got coffee and bought lunch early and sat with my friends Becky and Elise and Elise's boyfriend, Nate.
My math quiz went decently, if not as well as it could have gone. And math is always an interesting class because that professor is so strange (in a good way).
I went to my Spanish TA's dissertation grant proposal thing about Creole and the linguistics thereof.
I visited my math professor from last semester randomly and talked to him about how my semester is going and asked him to write me a letter of recommendation for studying abroad.
We learned new things in dynamics and I wasn't totally lost. Only a little lost.
I'm almost done writing my outline for my CAS speech for tomorrow.
I'm going over to my friend, Tom's apartment tonight so that he can prove to me and a few other people that he can actually cook.
My "The Hobbit" soundtrack came in the mail.
I received a postcard from Zurich from my sister.
Spring break is in 4 days.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Interestingly
I've been working on my CAS speech pretty much all day. Since, like, 11 am this morning after I got back from the Waffle Shop with my parents. Until 3 pm when I decided to switch to doing math homework. Then at fencing practice after my lesson on my friend, Heather's computer. And now at the study hour in the piano lounge on the first floor of my building. It's taking me waaaaaaaaaaay longer than it should to write a 4 minute speech.
It's probably because I'm writing it on the Apollo missions 11 through 17. And that's a subject I am very interested in. So I've been reading every single site that I've found for my works cited. Yeah.
I'm just a nerd. As the wonderful John Green once said, " ...Nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff. We don't have to be like, 'Oh yeah that purse is okay' or like, 'Yeah, I like that band's early stuff.' Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair-can't-control-yourself-love it. Hank, when people call people nerds, mostly what they are saying is, 'You like stuff', which is just not a good insult at all, like 'You are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness'. " I am a space nerd. But not just the science of it, like my major would imply. I love everything about flight and space and astronomy and the people involved. As I told some people at fencing earlier, if there was a class called, like, "The History of the Space Program" or "The History of Human Flight," I would take it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.
Alas, no such course exists. Luckily, I did go to Space Camp when I was 16. Don't believe me? Here's a picture:
Boom.
The flight suits fit a bit awkwardly, but whatevs.
I'm just really interested in this stuff. I keep thinking I'm on the fence about which side of aerospace I want to go into, but if I'm really honest with myself, it's always truly been my dream to go to space. Well, not always. But ever since my mind was formed enough to realize my own potential. So, like, since 7th grade.
Also, interestingly, I was terrified of the idea of outer space as a young child. I remember sitting in my basement watching a show on the Discovery channel about the universe and how it's endless and impossible to imagine. As a kid who was one of the smartest in my class, the idea that I couldn't even imagine something freaked me out pretty badly. But now that I'm older, the idea of not being able to imagine something just fascinates me. Like infinity. Or being not-alive.
And now I've been writing this up for the past half hour instead of doing work. Okay.
It's probably because I'm writing it on the Apollo missions 11 through 17. And that's a subject I am very interested in. So I've been reading every single site that I've found for my works cited. Yeah.
I'm just a nerd. As the wonderful John Green once said, " ...Nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff. We don't have to be like, 'Oh yeah that purse is okay' or like, 'Yeah, I like that band's early stuff.' Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair-can't-control-yourself-love it. Hank, when people call people nerds, mostly what they are saying is, 'You like stuff', which is just not a good insult at all, like 'You are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness'. " I am a space nerd. But not just the science of it, like my major would imply. I love everything about flight and space and astronomy and the people involved. As I told some people at fencing earlier, if there was a class called, like, "The History of the Space Program" or "The History of Human Flight," I would take it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.
Alas, no such course exists. Luckily, I did go to Space Camp when I was 16. Don't believe me? Here's a picture:
The flight suits fit a bit awkwardly, but whatevs.
I'm just really interested in this stuff. I keep thinking I'm on the fence about which side of aerospace I want to go into, but if I'm really honest with myself, it's always truly been my dream to go to space. Well, not always. But ever since my mind was formed enough to realize my own potential. So, like, since 7th grade.
Also, interestingly, I was terrified of the idea of outer space as a young child. I remember sitting in my basement watching a show on the Discovery channel about the universe and how it's endless and impossible to imagine. As a kid who was one of the smartest in my class, the idea that I couldn't even imagine something freaked me out pretty badly. But now that I'm older, the idea of not being able to imagine something just fascinates me. Like infinity. Or being not-alive.
And now I've been writing this up for the past half hour instead of doing work. Okay.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Skyfall
Just got back from the HUB Late Night thing. Saw Skyfall, the "new" James Bond movie. It was my first James Bond movie I've seen the whole way through. I'm so tired.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Homework
I have been doing homework almost all day.
I took a little break to start rereading Looking For Alaska by John Green, but then went to class, then got back to work. I'm actually doing homework as I type this. Sort of. Not really. Stupid ME. At least I got the Dynamics done earlier with English Mike, Amelia, and Jake at Irving's.
I took a little break to start rereading Looking For Alaska by John Green, but then went to class, then got back to work. I'm actually doing homework as I type this. Sort of. Not really. Stupid ME. At least I got the Dynamics done earlier with English Mike, Amelia, and Jake at Irving's.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Leisure Day
Today, I did no homework. At all. That's probably not good.
But that's not to say I didn't get things done.
I recorded and edited and kind of posted my vlog for tomorrow.
I went to all four of my classes today.
I finished reading The Last Little Blue Envelope by Maureen Johnson.
It was a good, if not totally productive, day.
Reading that book brought back all the feels I had while reading the first one. I really just want to have a weekend where I have no plans and no obligations and just drive for 8 hours in one direction. And I really want to visit Europe again. But, alas, I always have plans. Take my blog from yesterday, for example. I like having things planned; I like being busy. If I had a "free" weekend, I would just schedule something to do with some friends. So, that may never happen unless someone else initiates it. Oh well.
I have my public speaking exam tomorrow morning. No, not a speech. Just a multiple choice exam. Yeah. It's really stupid.
I'm waiting for my vlog to upload completely, then I'm going to go back and study the review sheet my professor gave us.
Sigh.
But that's not to say I didn't get things done.
I recorded and edited and kind of posted my vlog for tomorrow.
I went to all four of my classes today.
I finished reading The Last Little Blue Envelope by Maureen Johnson.
It was a good, if not totally productive, day.
Reading that book brought back all the feels I had while reading the first one. I really just want to have a weekend where I have no plans and no obligations and just drive for 8 hours in one direction. And I really want to visit Europe again. But, alas, I always have plans. Take my blog from yesterday, for example. I like having things planned; I like being busy. If I had a "free" weekend, I would just schedule something to do with some friends. So, that may never happen unless someone else initiates it. Oh well.
I have my public speaking exam tomorrow morning. No, not a speech. Just a multiple choice exam. Yeah. It's really stupid.
I'm waiting for my vlog to upload completely, then I'm going to go back and study the review sheet my professor gave us.
Sigh.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Time Limits
In my public speaking class this morning, people were giving their 4 and 1/2 minutes long informative speeches. Except one girl. She gave a TWENTY minute speech on what I think was Auswitch, but I'm not sure because she never really stated what her topic was. And I learned nothing new. I've seen concentration camps; when I went to Germany a couple of years ago, my family visited a couple. When my professor asked this girl if she had practiced her speech and timed it, she said she had practiced but not timed it. She said that she had a lot of really important points that she wanted to cover, so she didn't really pay attention to the time. WHAT?
That was my rant for the day.
Time just seems to run my life more and more as I grow up. When I was younger, I didn't really have due dates or time limits or anything. Now it seems like I need to plan my life down to the minute every day or I'll forget something important. And if you want me to have a social life, I need to know of the event at least 2 weeks prior. In writing. Not really. Just on Facebook. Or in an e-mail.
And the things I do tend to take more time to finish now. For example, I have 12 math problems due tomorrow for my Ordinary Differential Equations (called Diffy Q or just Math 250) class. In high school, 12 math problems would've taken me maybe 20 minutes. If that. Now....I started this homework on Sunday, worked on it a bit last night for an hour, and finished it tonight after 3 hours of work and getting help. GAH.
But, I've discovered that this is how I function at the maximum efficiency. When I know when everything is due, I can set my priorities straight and get done what done needs get finished. Or however that sentence would sound using correct grammar.
I also work better under pressure/stress. Last semester, I only took 16 credits/5 classes and worked in the dining commons for the first two months. Now that I'm taking 19 credits, I'm actually doing a lot better. If I'm busy with similar things or if I get into a pattern of stress, I do a lot better at all of my tasks.
That was my rant for the day.
Time just seems to run my life more and more as I grow up. When I was younger, I didn't really have due dates or time limits or anything. Now it seems like I need to plan my life down to the minute every day or I'll forget something important. And if you want me to have a social life, I need to know of the event at least 2 weeks prior. In writing. Not really. Just on Facebook. Or in an e-mail.
And the things I do tend to take more time to finish now. For example, I have 12 math problems due tomorrow for my Ordinary Differential Equations (called Diffy Q or just Math 250) class. In high school, 12 math problems would've taken me maybe 20 minutes. If that. Now....I started this homework on Sunday, worked on it a bit last night for an hour, and finished it tonight after 3 hours of work and getting help. GAH.
But, I've discovered that this is how I function at the maximum efficiency. When I know when everything is due, I can set my priorities straight and get done what done needs get finished. Or however that sentence would sound using correct grammar.
I also work better under pressure/stress. Last semester, I only took 16 credits/5 classes and worked in the dining commons for the first two months. Now that I'm taking 19 credits, I'm actually doing a lot better. If I'm busy with similar things or if I get into a pattern of stress, I do a lot better at all of my tasks.
Monday, February 18, 2013
Life And Things
To quote one of my favorite YouTubers, "It is way past my bed time."
I have 8 am Public Speaking tomorrow. I really don't care about whatever the other people are going to talk about. Heck, I barely care about what I'm going to talk about next Tuesday for my speech.
This isn't going to be a long post, because I seriously need to go to bed. I was going to take a nap today, but I never got around to it. I watched Easy A with Victoria and our friend who lives down the hall, Erinn. I finished the book I was reading, started my math homework that's due Wednesday, and printed out my notes for my classes tomorrow. I really need to clean/organize my desk. And take out the recyclables and trash.
Tomorrow are the auditions for the solos for our new choir songs. I'm going to go to the practice rooms around 2:30 to learn the soprano solos.
My E Mch professor today was pretty awesome. She's letting me redo my pre-lab even though it technically won't be a pre-lab then. And I strongly dislike the sub I've had for my dynamics class the last two class periods. I miss Dr. Miller.
Okay. Sleep tight, my lovely nargles.
I have 8 am Public Speaking tomorrow. I really don't care about whatever the other people are going to talk about. Heck, I barely care about what I'm going to talk about next Tuesday for my speech.
This isn't going to be a long post, because I seriously need to go to bed. I was going to take a nap today, but I never got around to it. I watched Easy A with Victoria and our friend who lives down the hall, Erinn. I finished the book I was reading, started my math homework that's due Wednesday, and printed out my notes for my classes tomorrow. I really need to clean/organize my desk. And take out the recyclables and trash.
Tomorrow are the auditions for the solos for our new choir songs. I'm going to go to the practice rooms around 2:30 to learn the soprano solos.
My E Mch professor today was pretty awesome. She's letting me redo my pre-lab even though it technically won't be a pre-lab then. And I strongly dislike the sub I've had for my dynamics class the last two class periods. I miss Dr. Miller.
Okay. Sleep tight, my lovely nargles.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
$12,374,034.46
Twelve million, three hundred seventy-four thousand, thirty-four dollars and forty-six cents.
That's how much money THON raised this year for the Four Diamonds Fund. I am blown away.
Everyone in my club, SWE, was saying how it would be great if we got even just 50 cents more than last year, but it would be a miracle if we broke 11 million. Well, the theme was "Inspire Tomorrow's Miracles."
I am going to sleep now, because I have been awake for about 58 of the last 72 hours. Or something like that. I'm too tired to do real math.
That's how much money THON raised this year for the Four Diamonds Fund. I am blown away.
Everyone in my club, SWE, was saying how it would be great if we got even just 50 cents more than last year, but it would be a miracle if we broke 11 million. Well, the theme was "Inspire Tomorrow's Miracles."
I am going to sleep now, because I have been awake for about 58 of the last 72 hours. Or something like that. I'm too tired to do real math.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Post-Valentine's Post
So, I just realized that I never posted on/about V-Day on Thursday.
As most of you who read this blog know, I'm single. And have been since October 2010. And I'm fine with that. Really. I'm fine.
Thursday was really just like any other Thursday. I had stupid Public Speaking class at 8 am, then went to a cafe on campus to eat breakfast and finish my homework that was due at 10 in my Engineering Materials class. Then, during EM, a random guy came into our lecture hall and asked if a certain girl was there. She raised her hand and the guy proceeded to get down on one knee and giver her a rose and a card from his "liege" which was the greatest thing to ever happen in that class.
Then I went back to my room and filmed my video for my vlog. Ate lunch, did some homework, then went to Dynamics office hours. We did one problem. Most of the time we just talked with our professor about random stuff. I asked him what he was doing for his wife for Valentine's day and he said, "Mmm...nothing. I don't really like her that much." I thought that was hilarious because it sounded exactly like something my roommate, Victoria, would say about her boyfriend (of a year and a half), Mike. My professor said that he did buy his wife a bag of Rolos because she had seen a thing with them on Pinterest and wanted Rolos.
Two of us that were in office hours then went to the engineering lounge, Kunkle, to finish the dynamics homework. While there, I found out I got a 95% on my Thermodynamics exam, so that's good. I then ran to UChoir at 3:45. Choir was normal. We got some new music. I might audition for a solo.
Then, after choir, I was sitting my dorm with Vick and we were both being rather productive, doing homework and studying and being good students in general, when there's a knock on the door. We both call, "Come in!" as we always do, and in walks my friend Jeff in full ROTC uniform. I don't know which one, though, so that's kind of awkward. I've only met this guy 4 times. I don't even know his last name. He hands me a heart shaped box of chocolate and tells me to have a happy Valentine's day. There's a post-it on the box that says, "Happy Valentine's Day! Stay beautiful, Cloe! :) - Jeff" Yes, he did spell my name wrong.
So, that happened.
Then Victoria, our friend Sean, and I went on our "Roommate Date Plus Sean" to see The Addams Family at Eisenhower Auditorium on campus. Sean brought us a big heart-shaped box of Dove chocolate to share. It was awesome.
So there you have it. Proof that even if you're single, you can still get candy on St. Valentine's Day.
Oh, and my mom sent my Reese's hearts and a marshmallow lollipop.
As most of you who read this blog know, I'm single. And have been since October 2010. And I'm fine with that. Really. I'm fine.
Thursday was really just like any other Thursday. I had stupid Public Speaking class at 8 am, then went to a cafe on campus to eat breakfast and finish my homework that was due at 10 in my Engineering Materials class. Then, during EM, a random guy came into our lecture hall and asked if a certain girl was there. She raised her hand and the guy proceeded to get down on one knee and giver her a rose and a card from his "liege" which was the greatest thing to ever happen in that class.
Then I went back to my room and filmed my video for my vlog. Ate lunch, did some homework, then went to Dynamics office hours. We did one problem. Most of the time we just talked with our professor about random stuff. I asked him what he was doing for his wife for Valentine's day and he said, "Mmm...nothing. I don't really like her that much." I thought that was hilarious because it sounded exactly like something my roommate, Victoria, would say about her boyfriend (of a year and a half), Mike. My professor said that he did buy his wife a bag of Rolos because she had seen a thing with them on Pinterest and wanted Rolos.
Two of us that were in office hours then went to the engineering lounge, Kunkle, to finish the dynamics homework. While there, I found out I got a 95% on my Thermodynamics exam, so that's good. I then ran to UChoir at 3:45. Choir was normal. We got some new music. I might audition for a solo.
Then, after choir, I was sitting my dorm with Vick and we were both being rather productive, doing homework and studying and being good students in general, when there's a knock on the door. We both call, "Come in!" as we always do, and in walks my friend Jeff in full ROTC uniform. I don't know which one, though, so that's kind of awkward. I've only met this guy 4 times. I don't even know his last name. He hands me a heart shaped box of chocolate and tells me to have a happy Valentine's day. There's a post-it on the box that says, "Happy Valentine's Day! Stay beautiful, Cloe! :) - Jeff" Yes, he did spell my name wrong.
So, that happened.
Then Victoria, our friend Sean, and I went on our "Roommate Date Plus Sean" to see The Addams Family at Eisenhower Auditorium on campus. Sean brought us a big heart-shaped box of Dove chocolate to share. It was awesome.
So there you have it. Proof that even if you're single, you can still get candy on St. Valentine's Day.
Oh, and my mom sent my Reese's hearts and a marshmallow lollipop.
Friday, February 15, 2013
THON
So, Thon starts today if you didn't know. I will be standing outside/in the Bryce Jordan Center from 4 pm to 12 am tonight. I'll try to blog tomorrow after my fencing tournament/meet. But I don't know if I'll have time. I may try to blog from Thon on Sunday from my iPod, but we'll see. Altogether, I'm trying to be at Thon for 32 hours this year. The whole thing is 46 hours, but in my 32, I'm including 2 hours waiting outside to get in. At least. That's just today at the start. Now I'm going to lay down and figure out what all I'm taking with me tonight.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Busy Day
But not as busy as anticipated. I was planning on going straight from 9 to 9 today, but then my dynamics professor cancelled his office hours, so I had a free hour and a half during which I watched an episode of Supernatural.
WEP Wednesday is in a bit, so I'll be leaving for that right after I post this. Then I have my first TEDxPSU meeting to be a volunteer. Then I have dynamics "tutoring" from 7 to 9. Then I'm supposed to meet up with people to get wings, but that's probably not going to happen because I have to finish my Engineering Materials homework. Just typing all of this out making me stressed. Gah.
WEP Wednesday is in a bit, so I'll be leaving for that right after I post this. Then I have my first TEDxPSU meeting to be a volunteer. Then I have dynamics "tutoring" from 7 to 9. Then I'm supposed to meet up with people to get wings, but that's probably not going to happen because I have to finish my Engineering Materials homework. Just typing all of this out making me stressed. Gah.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Final Exams
I know I'll probably have another post with the same name at the end of April (like I did in the middle/end of December), but hey. Whatever.
Final exam schedules were posted today on eLion (the Penn State student website thing through which we live our lives). I'm taking 8 classes this semester, so it's not a shock how many exams I have. I am kind of concerned though because it says my lab has a final, and I don't know if that's true or not. The other concerning thing is that THREE OF THEM ARE AT 8 AM. According to eLion, which is subject to change, I have 8 o'clock exams Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I also have two exams at 2:30 pm on Monday and Tuesday, and an exam at 4:40 pm on Wednesday. Luckily, I don't have any finals on Friday for the fourth semester in a row. I'm not sure one of the 8 am's is actually going to happen because it's Spanish and I think that final is during class.
Something else about finals being posted: this means I'm about half way done the semester and when I'm done with this semester, I'll be half way done with college! Woo!
Final exam schedules were posted today on eLion (the Penn State student website thing through which we live our lives). I'm taking 8 classes this semester, so it's not a shock how many exams I have. I am kind of concerned though because it says my lab has a final, and I don't know if that's true or not. The other concerning thing is that THREE OF THEM ARE AT 8 AM. According to eLion, which is subject to change, I have 8 o'clock exams Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I also have two exams at 2:30 pm on Monday and Tuesday, and an exam at 4:40 pm on Wednesday. Luckily, I don't have any finals on Friday for the fourth semester in a row. I'm not sure one of the 8 am's is actually going to happen because it's Spanish and I think that final is during class.
Something else about finals being posted: this means I'm about half way done the semester and when I'm done with this semester, I'll be half way done with college! Woo!
Monday, February 11, 2013
Almost Forgot Again.
Yup.
So, I have an 8 am tomorrow aka the earliest class time offered at Penn State. And it's my public speaking class called CAS which doesn't stand for Communication And Speech like everyone thinks it does. It's a stupid class and I don't like it and it's too early and my professor is kind of a jerk. But it will get my GPA up because I'm pretty good at public speaking, if I do say so myself.
I had an exam at 8:15 pm today. I met up with my friend, Mike, whom Victoria and I call "English Mike" because he and Vick had english class together last year, to study around 3:30 at the Hub. Then we ended up hanging out the whole day until our exam. He's also Aerospace, so it's cool that we're becoming friends now.
He introduced me to this cool game called Set. If anyone knows where I can purchase this game, I will love them forever.
My friends and I are going to post Taylor Swift's song "22" on Victoria's boyfriend's Facebook tonight at midnight because tomorrow is his 22nd birthday. If it weren't for that, I would already be asleep.
So, I have an 8 am tomorrow aka the earliest class time offered at Penn State. And it's my public speaking class called CAS which doesn't stand for Communication And Speech like everyone thinks it does. It's a stupid class and I don't like it and it's too early and my professor is kind of a jerk. But it will get my GPA up because I'm pretty good at public speaking, if I do say so myself.
I had an exam at 8:15 pm today. I met up with my friend, Mike, whom Victoria and I call "English Mike" because he and Vick had english class together last year, to study around 3:30 at the Hub. Then we ended up hanging out the whole day until our exam. He's also Aerospace, so it's cool that we're becoming friends now.
He introduced me to this cool game called Set. If anyone knows where I can purchase this game, I will love them forever.
My friends and I are going to post Taylor Swift's song "22" on Victoria's boyfriend's Facebook tonight at midnight because tomorrow is his 22nd birthday. If it weren't for that, I would already be asleep.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Checking Blogs
I don't know how many readers know this, but I have two other blogs that I follow very closely.
One is by my glorificarious friend, Sarah, whom I've known since about 3rd grade (correct me if I'm wrong, Sarah) and have been friends with since about 6th grade and best friends since 10th or 11th grade. There's not really a clear line on the "best friends" thing. She is one of about four people from high school (who have graduated now) that I still keep in relatively close contact with. She is currently studying English at BYU. Yes, she is Mormon. <3
The other is by my friend Rachel, who is the same age as my sister (22/23 ish) and whom I was once pretty close with because she has a younger sister, Allie, who is only one year older than me. Jess'ca and Rachel were good friends through synchronized swimming and were always on the same team. Since Allie and I were a year apart, there were a few years when we weren't on the same team. The four of us used to hang out a lot and go to Harrisburg and things. Rachel is an actress/writer/really-cool-theater-things-that-I-wish-I-could-do-with-my-life person who lives in/near Philly.
Both of these lovely ladies blog on occasion, when the feeling comes to them. They're not like me. They're sane and aren't planning on blogging everyday for year. (Also, this post is kind of to make up for the one I missed yesterday.) And even though I'll get an e-mail if either of them updates their blog, I still can't restrain myself from checking both of their blogs multiple times a day. Even if they just posted a few hours ago, I'll still click the little icons on my bookmarks bar just to make sure I've read everything.
I know. I'm a creeper.
One is by my glorificarious friend, Sarah, whom I've known since about 3rd grade (correct me if I'm wrong, Sarah) and have been friends with since about 6th grade and best friends since 10th or 11th grade. There's not really a clear line on the "best friends" thing. She is one of about four people from high school (who have graduated now) that I still keep in relatively close contact with. She is currently studying English at BYU. Yes, she is Mormon. <3
The other is by my friend Rachel, who is the same age as my sister (22/23 ish) and whom I was once pretty close with because she has a younger sister, Allie, who is only one year older than me. Jess'ca and Rachel were good friends through synchronized swimming and were always on the same team. Since Allie and I were a year apart, there were a few years when we weren't on the same team. The four of us used to hang out a lot and go to Harrisburg and things. Rachel is an actress/writer/really-cool-theater-things-that-I-wish-I-could-do-with-my-life person who lives in/near Philly.
Both of these lovely ladies blog on occasion, when the feeling comes to them. They're not like me. They're sane and aren't planning on blogging everyday for year. (Also, this post is kind of to make up for the one I missed yesterday.) And even though I'll get an e-mail if either of them updates their blog, I still can't restrain myself from checking both of their blogs multiple times a day. Even if they just posted a few hours ago, I'll still click the little icons on my bookmarks bar just to make sure I've read everything.
I know. I'm a creeper.
Forgetfullness
It's only been 5 days and I've already forgotten to blog. Geez. I think I have some sort of mid-term memory loss. Like, if I haven't been told to remember it and it's been a bit of time since I was told the thing, I will have a really hard time remembering it. But maybe that's just everybody.
One reason I forgot to blog yesterday was because I was planning on writing after I got back from Tango but before I went to see Wreck-It Ralph at the HUB, but then my friend Dan D. called me as I was leaving Tango and asked if I wanted to get dinner. And then we ended up talking for 3 and 1/2 hours. So that's my excuse.
But this mid-term memory thing happens all the time. Unless I am explicitly supposed to remember something or I find it extremely interesting, I won't remember at all. It might come back sometimes, like just now I remembered that I'm supposed to figure out my dress size for U Choir, but then I'll just instantly forget it again. This also happened when I was supposed to fill out my driver registration for Fencing Club and kept forgetting. My friend Tom H. tells me I just have short term memory loss, but I can remember things one moment to the next. That's not a problem. It's things that happened a few days ago or sometimes even just a few hours ago that I can't remember.
And it's not a totally memory loss, because once I'm reminded of it, I'll remember everything else. It's kind of like The Game. Everyone is winning The Game until they lose it. When I lose it, I remember all the significant times I've lost. Like in Disney World, or the first time I lost at college. That's how my memory is. And unless something is really cool or going to be on an exam or you repeat it to me a million times, I probably won't remember it.
One reason I forgot to blog yesterday was because I was planning on writing after I got back from Tango but before I went to see Wreck-It Ralph at the HUB, but then my friend Dan D. called me as I was leaving Tango and asked if I wanted to get dinner. And then we ended up talking for 3 and 1/2 hours. So that's my excuse.
But this mid-term memory thing happens all the time. Unless I am explicitly supposed to remember something or I find it extremely interesting, I won't remember at all. It might come back sometimes, like just now I remembered that I'm supposed to figure out my dress size for U Choir, but then I'll just instantly forget it again. This also happened when I was supposed to fill out my driver registration for Fencing Club and kept forgetting. My friend Tom H. tells me I just have short term memory loss, but I can remember things one moment to the next. That's not a problem. It's things that happened a few days ago or sometimes even just a few hours ago that I can't remember.
And it's not a totally memory loss, because once I'm reminded of it, I'll remember everything else. It's kind of like The Game. Everyone is winning The Game until they lose it. When I lose it, I remember all the significant times I've lost. Like in Disney World, or the first time I lost at college. That's how my memory is. And unless something is really cool or going to be on an exam or you repeat it to me a million times, I probably won't remember it.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Stress and Anticipation
So, yesterday sucked.
I had 8 AM public speaking class in which my professor kind of made fun of my topic for my next speech: the Apollo Moon Landings. Landings as in plural, because there was more than one, people. Then I just kind of chilled in a cafe in the IST building and ate a bagel and started to reread Airman by Eoin Colfer. Then I had stupid Engineering Mechanics 315 and the one girl I sit with was sick so she wasn't even there. Then I had lunch with one of my really good friends who usually really cheers me up, but I just felt so apathetic and defeated. I then met up with my people that I always meet up with on Thursdays to do our Dynamics homework and to study for the Math exam we all had to take last night. Then I went to the math exam because I had to sign up for the conflict exam. Because I also had a performance last night with University Choir. It was really fun and I cried a bunch because it was an emotional show. But it was just kind of a hassle. Meh. Then I went to fencing practice to see if I could keep up my perfect attendance. Nope. I didn't fence on Tuesday because I had my stupid Dynamics exam and it was my birthday, so I don't the attendance point for that. So, no more perfect attendance. Which means I won't be trying as hard to make it every practice. Whatever. Then I came back to my dorm to do my Mechanical Engineering 201 homework. I did that til 11 and then was reaaaaaaaaaally tired, so I decided to put my homework off til the morning and get ready for bed. I put my pj's on, washed my face, and then decided to set up my coffee maker for the morning. I opened the mug I was going to use and: Mold. So, I washed all of my dishes last night 11. I didn't finish til 12. Yes, I have that many dishes. I didn't fall asleep til 12:30, then woke up today at 6:30 to finish my ME homework. I stared at it til 8, then had to get ready for class. I took down some answers from a few of my friends and just turned in the homework with full knowledge that I totally failed it. Spanish was okay today. We got our exams back and my TA said that a lot of people failed it, so it's okay that I got a 50%. Then math was funny because that professor is just a huge goofball and we learned cool things today. Lunch was weird because we had a few extra people and we had, like, 12 people sitting at a booth table meant for 6. I had pasta and chicken and cake from Sbarro and now it's not really sitting well and my stomach is just like, "Blrgrrggrgrgrg." Then I had dynamics which always sucks, but I distracted my friend the whole time and that was fun. We took turns texting his girlfriend. Now, I'm just sitting here at my desk in my dorm, my roommate half taking a nap behind me on the beds, waiting for Gulfstream to call me for my phone interview that was supposed to happen at 2:30, but now it's 3:15 and I don't know what to do. I e-mailed the lady who set it up and I called her work number. Gah. I told my friends I would help them with their computer programming homework and I have an ME review tonight for my exam that's on Monday. And I'm just really tired and worn out and I want to take a nap and why isn't this lady calling me and why do exams exist and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I had 8 AM public speaking class in which my professor kind of made fun of my topic for my next speech: the Apollo Moon Landings. Landings as in plural, because there was more than one, people. Then I just kind of chilled in a cafe in the IST building and ate a bagel and started to reread Airman by Eoin Colfer. Then I had stupid Engineering Mechanics 315 and the one girl I sit with was sick so she wasn't even there. Then I had lunch with one of my really good friends who usually really cheers me up, but I just felt so apathetic and defeated. I then met up with my people that I always meet up with on Thursdays to do our Dynamics homework and to study for the Math exam we all had to take last night. Then I went to the math exam because I had to sign up for the conflict exam. Because I also had a performance last night with University Choir. It was really fun and I cried a bunch because it was an emotional show. But it was just kind of a hassle. Meh. Then I went to fencing practice to see if I could keep up my perfect attendance. Nope. I didn't fence on Tuesday because I had my stupid Dynamics exam and it was my birthday, so I don't the attendance point for that. So, no more perfect attendance. Which means I won't be trying as hard to make it every practice. Whatever. Then I came back to my dorm to do my Mechanical Engineering 201 homework. I did that til 11 and then was reaaaaaaaaaally tired, so I decided to put my homework off til the morning and get ready for bed. I put my pj's on, washed my face, and then decided to set up my coffee maker for the morning. I opened the mug I was going to use and: Mold. So, I washed all of my dishes last night 11. I didn't finish til 12. Yes, I have that many dishes. I didn't fall asleep til 12:30, then woke up today at 6:30 to finish my ME homework. I stared at it til 8, then had to get ready for class. I took down some answers from a few of my friends and just turned in the homework with full knowledge that I totally failed it. Spanish was okay today. We got our exams back and my TA said that a lot of people failed it, so it's okay that I got a 50%. Then math was funny because that professor is just a huge goofball and we learned cool things today. Lunch was weird because we had a few extra people and we had, like, 12 people sitting at a booth table meant for 6. I had pasta and chicken and cake from Sbarro and now it's not really sitting well and my stomach is just like, "Blrgrrggrgrgrg." Then I had dynamics which always sucks, but I distracted my friend the whole time and that was fun. We took turns texting his girlfriend. Now, I'm just sitting here at my desk in my dorm, my roommate half taking a nap behind me on the beds, waiting for Gulfstream to call me for my phone interview that was supposed to happen at 2:30, but now it's 3:15 and I don't know what to do. I e-mailed the lady who set it up and I called her work number. Gah. I told my friends I would help them with their computer programming homework and I have an ME review tonight for my exam that's on Monday. And I'm just really tired and worn out and I want to take a nap and why isn't this lady calling me and why do exams exist and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Just In Case
I will post a long, rambling post tonight. But it may technically be tomorrow when it goes up. So this is just in case I don't have time "today."
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
BED20Y
Should I try to blog everyday between my 20th and 21st birthdays?
I just watched a TEDx talk about a guy who recorded one second of everyday for the past year and some weeks. It has kind of inspired me to try to do something like that. I used to try to write in a journal every night before I fell asleep, but writing something by hand takes pretty long and I was usually really tired by the time I remembered to do so. If I try blogging every day for a year, it will be up for everyone to see and you guys will totally judge me if I don't do it. And honestly, how long does a blog post have to be? I've had some pretty short ones in the past few months.
Yeah. Yeah. I think I've convinced myself. I was going to try to do BEDA anyway, so this will just be a super extended version of that.
And hopefully by this time next year, I'll be in Leeds, England in my dorm having just turned the big twenty-one. (Which doesn't mean anything in England, but hey. I'll be a year older no matter where I am.)
I just watched a TEDx talk about a guy who recorded one second of everyday for the past year and some weeks. It has kind of inspired me to try to do something like that. I used to try to write in a journal every night before I fell asleep, but writing something by hand takes pretty long and I was usually really tired by the time I remembered to do so. If I try blogging every day for a year, it will be up for everyone to see and you guys will totally judge me if I don't do it. And honestly, how long does a blog post have to be? I've had some pretty short ones in the past few months.
Yeah. Yeah. I think I've convinced myself. I was going to try to do BEDA anyway, so this will just be a super extended version of that.
And hopefully by this time next year, I'll be in Leeds, England in my dorm having just turned the big twenty-one. (Which doesn't mean anything in England, but hey. I'll be a year older no matter where I am.)
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Twenty
Today is my twentieth birthday.
I feel old.
I know 20 isn't that old, comparatively. For example, since my mom is exactly 30 years older than me (off by a few weeks, of course), she is turning 50. FIFTY. I can't even imagine myself at thirty, let alone fifty. It seems such a long time away. But then, even at 17, I couldn't imagine turning 20, and that was only 3 years ago.
I know that physically, I'm only one day older than I was yesterday when I was 19, but I feel like I have a different mentality now that I can officially say that I'm 20 years old. I'm no longer a teenager. I don't have that excuse anymore. Sure, in the United States someone is technically an adult when they turn 18, but no one really takes anyone under the age of 20 seriously. But really. I could have a child now and it wouldn't be totally taboo. (But I'm not going to. I promise!)
And, no, I can't legally drink alcohol yet or rent a car, but pretty much everything else is open to me. And has been for 2 years. But now it seems real. Just think about it. In 5 years, I will be the person I will be for the rest of my life. After age 25, people pretty much stop changing. Everything I've experienced in the past two decades has been leading up to who I am now. And the next 5 years will go so fast. And then I'll be done. I'll be done becoming a person and I'll be who I am. My adult self. The grown up Chloe. Kinda freaks me out.
But at the same time, I'm so happy to finally be a real adult. I can't wait to get out of college and into the "real" world. I want to have real responsibilities and not just homework and exams and quizzes. I want to be able to take care of myself and choose what's important to me everyday.
I'm Holden Caulfield. He wants to be an adult, but at the same time, he wants forever to be innocent and naive to the horrors of the world. I want the awesome things of being an adult without all the world-suck. It's a good thing time goes on because if it didn't I would never have let myself turn 20.
I feel old.
I know 20 isn't that old, comparatively. For example, since my mom is exactly 30 years older than me (off by a few weeks, of course), she is turning 50. FIFTY. I can't even imagine myself at thirty, let alone fifty. It seems such a long time away. But then, even at 17, I couldn't imagine turning 20, and that was only 3 years ago.
I know that physically, I'm only one day older than I was yesterday when I was 19, but I feel like I have a different mentality now that I can officially say that I'm 20 years old. I'm no longer a teenager. I don't have that excuse anymore. Sure, in the United States someone is technically an adult when they turn 18, but no one really takes anyone under the age of 20 seriously. But really. I could have a child now and it wouldn't be totally taboo. (But I'm not going to. I promise!)
And, no, I can't legally drink alcohol yet or rent a car, but pretty much everything else is open to me. And has been for 2 years. But now it seems real. Just think about it. In 5 years, I will be the person I will be for the rest of my life. After age 25, people pretty much stop changing. Everything I've experienced in the past two decades has been leading up to who I am now. And the next 5 years will go so fast. And then I'll be done. I'll be done becoming a person and I'll be who I am. My adult self. The grown up Chloe. Kinda freaks me out.
But at the same time, I'm so happy to finally be a real adult. I can't wait to get out of college and into the "real" world. I want to have real responsibilities and not just homework and exams and quizzes. I want to be able to take care of myself and choose what's important to me everyday.
I'm Holden Caulfield. He wants to be an adult, but at the same time, he wants forever to be innocent and naive to the horrors of the world. I want the awesome things of being an adult without all the world-suck. It's a good thing time goes on because if it didn't I would never have let myself turn 20.
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