When you go to college you bed becomes your favorite place. This is not funny, or clever, it is true. The only place in the world I like more than my bed is my roommate's bed. I don't know what it is about beds, maybe I'm just tired, that seems like the obvious answer, but I think it is something deeper than that. For Eliza and I, it's definitely a bonus that our beds are the only warm place in our room. For whatever reason, our room regularly reaches arctic temperatures--regularly. We have since seen the need for a rule against turning the air-conditioning on. Also, getting in bed means you're done studying for the day. I have never had so much assigned reading in my life. It is absolutely out of control. Literally, it makes me want to cry. Still, I'm trying to make the most of it, and I'm being careful to stay on top of work... so even though I'm failing to do everything as early as I may want, I feel grown-up and mature. Plus beds are awesome because I'm kind of homesick sometimes, and my bed reminds me enough of home (if my eyes are closed) that it can make me feel better about having to grow up and not be in high school. As Hilary said, "you know how homeless people love their shopping carts or cardboard boxes because it's all they have? that's how I feel about my bed"
Thursday, August 02, 2012
Well, they're out. All four of them. And if I do say so myself, I'm handling it like a champ. I got my wisdom teeth out if you aren't following this. I am so grateful for my tremendous friends who I love; bringing me ice cream and chatting on my bed when there are a thousand better places to be. And even if I am exhausted, and I do hate going to work this exhaustedly, I feel like I made too big a deal of these gnarly teeth, they're gone, and now I'm fine, just tired. I guess that's how boring my life is right now, but you know what? I'm still loving every minute of it.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Today I worked a twelve hour shift. And oh my word am I tired. But did I ever conquer that shift! I am so grateful to have learned about hard work in my life, I can't imagine growing up like some people--where laziness is an option. Even though I've complained about it, I am eternally glad for my parents and their pushing me to do my best. I guess what I'm saying is, for the first time, I feel confident and competent for the future and for college, because hard work is all you really need.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
And I always have. Heck, I always will. There are only two kinds of people I can't get along with in this world, those who hate the UN and those who hate the Olympics. Because they're both great, and they both serve this idea of positive globalization. I mean, if we ever achieve world peace, I think the Olympics will be a major part of it. Even the ancient Greeks got behind not caring about races and nationalities--even though they hated each other. True, it's short lived, and there is still bad stuff happening in the world, but for at least a minute, it feels like problems dissolve. I also love to see and hear about these nations I didn't know existed, like, Vanuatu or Tuvala. And I love the ceremony of the whole thing. And I love watching sports that I would not watch usually, like competitive table tennis or judo. Mostly, I love to see a whole nation embrace their team. I love to feel the whole country striving to support our athletes... Let's face it, the Olympics are sort of magical. And who are we to question magic? (and I'm not only saying this because the most magical city in the world is hosting them.