Conclusions

True to Dr. Birgen's word, professors will give at least partial credit for assignments lost through the internet (so long as you have a back-up copy).  So that problem is solved now and forever, Amen.

I'm working very hard on getting everything set-up and done at the times that I want it to be.  Sometimes, however, the more I think about and plan everything--I don't remember that I haven't actually done it yet.  I have some emails I want to send, and I have the words all formulated in my mind, but I just remembered that I never wrote them down.  I just thought I did because I know exactly what I am going to say.

I went home last weekend.  In true drastically different form from my last post about being home, it was mostly to escape.  That's bad, isn't it?  Everyone came back from break super stressed out.  Luckily we are all calming back down and this weekend shouldn't be an issue.  I also got to stock up on snacks and do my laundry so that's a plus!

I'm getting to be better friends with my stand partner.  My plan is to hang out in non-stressful band situations so I don't have to be super disciplined and never cross my legs or show my shoulders.  That way, I can meet people less awkwardly.  That's what I need.  On the other hand, because I don't have any good friends in band I never want to go to band events to make new friends.  It's a paradox.  Like how I want to wear my new shoes, but I don't want to wear the rest of an outfit to go with them.  "You mean I can't wear all black with my brown shoes?  Darn!"

Ummmm, I don't have anything super deep to say....  I do really miss having a French language class though.  I'm in a French culture one now and even though I read the books in French, we never speak it and it makes me sad and then I start speaking French to myself (and also apparently in my sleep says Cara) and then I just feel super lame.  That's all.  Aight.

For Pete's Sake

I maintain that I hate the internet.  I find out today my.wartburg has lost my religion assignment that was due as well.  I've had enough.  No more assignments will be turned in online ever again.

Forum Posts and the Internet

I would just like to take a moment to discuss how much I hate the internet.  We have to post on a forum for our French assignments, and I find out today that the one I wrote for Monday's class never actually went through so I get an F for that post.  I wrote it.  I know it told me I submitted it.  I crossed it off my list of things to do.  But the God forsaken internet made a mistake and now I have lost 10 points, which pisses me off.

That's all.  Watch how this post won't even go through now.

So It Begins

I've returned to Wartburg, and the first day of the semester commenced.  After doing about a third of the readings due on Wednesday, I took a well-deserved break and have realized exactly how much I missed my friends over break.

Don't get me wrong, I too remember the post over Thanksgiving break.  "There's no men's hallway in my house!  I can't go on!"  But now I really and truly understand just how important everyone is to me, and how great it is we all live on the same floor.  I can't imagine how people feel who don't like their roommate, or never hang out with anyone.  It would be so lonely and sad all the time!

Other things I've realized include my inability to comfort people.  I am not a comforting person.  In no way.  I'm the kind of person you go to to distract from your problems, not to discuss them.  Sure, I can pass out thoughtful advice as well as the next guy, but any more than that is a bit much for me.  The thing I really don't get though is why I can't.  When I have a problem I don't just go retreat to a corner, I always want to talk to someone about it.  Why can't I use this same logic on other people?  "What would I want someone to do for me right now?"  Honestly, put on the spot, in the moment of crisis, I can't come up with anything.  I couldn't, for the life of me, tell you what I should do in that situation.  I couldn't even tell you what other people would do for me.

Happier topic:  I have begun my essays about Things I'm Dubious About.  So far there's only two entries.  I figure, if every time I feel myself getting dubious about things I write it down, then at the end of the year I'll have a bunch of little paragraphs that I can smush together under headings and have an actual legit document of dubiousness.

Scarier topic:  band.  That's all I have to say about it.

I don't have class tomorrow, so I plan to actually do the rest of my readings, make my flashcards, and maybe.... eat some oatmeal.  Aight.

Yes, thank you, I've realized that

I know that this blog was only for Scholar's and now I'm writing in it on my own dear, sweet, precious time, but I have some things to discuss and there's no one else around that I want to talk to.

I just had a mini freak-out about my schedule for next semester.  I think it stems from my feelings that I have wasted my winter break.  But upon acknowledging that, I understand now and am no longer having a freak out.  What did I want to talk about then?  That's a very good question.

There's a lot of things I've been thinking about lately.  Things I'm dubious about.  I'm working very hard to think through them (you know, classic philosopher style) but really I just want to write them down.  I think I'm going to publish a set of essays entitled "Things I'm Dubious About."  Then I'm going to become famous and be in a magazine.  I really like magazines.  They're so exciting when you get them.  Maybe I should subscribe to one at college.  Neuroscience, or French or Cosmo.  You know, things that matter to the world.  I guess I should find one I like first.  It's just so exciting.  The first part is when you get the mail.  Like, having mail at all is the best thing in the world.  Ever.  Then it's something that you actually want which makes it even better.  Then you get to carve out some time in your day to read something frivolous that you have to make time for cuz you bought it.  Then you get to learn about things.  It's the best!

But for real, things I've been thinking about.  God.  Relationships.  Learning to play an instrument.  Reading.  Education.  Basically anything else on the planet that you can think of.  Yes.  I'm definitely going to write a collection of essays.  Just you wait world!  Here I come!

Okay, all of this rambling was basically just an excuse for me to get out my computer to keep my legs warm.  It's really cold in my room for some odd reason.  Aight.