More traditions were honored at Mary Baldwin College this past weekend - Signature Ball, our annual formal dance, occurred Saturday night from 10pm to 2am. I was shanghaied for the event - I told everyone I wouldn't go sans date, because what's the fun in going to a couples dance with no partner? - and two of my friends asked me to go with them, so I really didn't have a leg to stand on. So E. and I, and a largeish group of people attended the dance together.
I didn't intend upon staying any longer than an hour or so, because I didn't expect to have a very good time at all. But then S. and A. arrived with their dates - and a spare, who had been dragged along by Steph's date at the last minute. We sort of latched onto one another, since neither of us technically had dates, and we actually had a very good time together. I stayed until about 1:30 or so, then M. and I headed on to another party at J. and B.'s.
The rest of the evening I won't detail. I have only to say that only my luck would allow such a good night to go to pot. And I really can't think of any other way that I could have hurt more people that I love in one go - short of dropping an atom bomb on Staunton, that is.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Therapy Sessions
When I am exceptionally stressed, it is always a relief to know that I have Clinton to go to and vent. All of us do that, because he is always willing and ready to listen to us just ramble on about our lives. There are mornings that I just wander into his office and start talking at him - he's always concerned, and always wanting to know what the music department has done this time. I went in this morning to have one of these "therapy sessions" with him, because in the two weeks that the semester has been going on, it has felt like two months.
Yes. It's been that bad.
I don't know why Clinton likes us to go and vent our spleens on him. I've broken it down, trying to figure out how his mind works on this: My first idea is that he likes knowing everything about us. He likes to get into our brains and his god-complex makes him enjoy fiddling around and making things better. The second idea is that he just misses being a student. He's rather fresh out of grad-school and I think he might miss student life a little bit, so he likes listening to us and imparting the wisdom that he gained while he was a student. It helps that we all latched onto him so quickly - it's hard to believe that he arrived last year.
After I went in and vented to Clinton, I discovered that I had lost track of time and had missed US Foreign Policy - so, naturally, I decided to be a very good girl and read up on what I had missed. Not ten minutes later, I was dead to the world. I woke up underneath my friend E.'s coat and when I asked muzzily, "E, when did your coat happen?", she replied, "You looked cold. And you were cute."
According to several other sources, I'm cute when I sleep. I don't quite understand why (I was curled up in a little ball on the green room sofa with my head on my US Foreign Policy text, probably drooling or snoring or something), but apparently small and sleepy = cute. I'm really just tired because I'm worn-out from yesterday - I worked out (yes, with equipment and movement, etc) for the first time in ten years at 7 am yesterday. And I hurt. A LOT.
This whole "getting in shape" thing is due to a love I have had for a long time: Figure skating. I'm fulfilling my phys.ed. credit by taking an iceskating course, and come to find out I'm rather good at it. Good enough for the instructor to ask me if I'd like private lessons for a somewhat reduced rate after the six-week course is finished. It's a rather novel experience to be good at an actual sport, after spending all my life being the "artsy child". However, I'm not nearly flexible enough to be able to accomplish all of the moves I would like to do and so have decided to get back into shape. It's slow going and it hurts - a lot - but I think it might be worth it.
And someday, I might be able to do a backflip on the ice like Scott Hamilton. Wouldn't that just be awesome?
This entry has very little direction to it. I just felt in the mood to babble some more, as though I did not do enough of that earlier.
Yes. It's been that bad.
I don't know why Clinton likes us to go and vent our spleens on him. I've broken it down, trying to figure out how his mind works on this: My first idea is that he likes knowing everything about us. He likes to get into our brains and his god-complex makes him enjoy fiddling around and making things better. The second idea is that he just misses being a student. He's rather fresh out of grad-school and I think he might miss student life a little bit, so he likes listening to us and imparting the wisdom that he gained while he was a student. It helps that we all latched onto him so quickly - it's hard to believe that he arrived last year.
After I went in and vented to Clinton, I discovered that I had lost track of time and had missed US Foreign Policy - so, naturally, I decided to be a very good girl and read up on what I had missed. Not ten minutes later, I was dead to the world. I woke up underneath my friend E.'s coat and when I asked muzzily, "E, when did your coat happen?", she replied, "You looked cold. And you were cute."
According to several other sources, I'm cute when I sleep. I don't quite understand why (I was curled up in a little ball on the green room sofa with my head on my US Foreign Policy text, probably drooling or snoring or something), but apparently small and sleepy = cute. I'm really just tired because I'm worn-out from yesterday - I worked out (yes, with equipment and movement, etc) for the first time in ten years at 7 am yesterday. And I hurt. A LOT.
This whole "getting in shape" thing is due to a love I have had for a long time: Figure skating. I'm fulfilling my phys.ed. credit by taking an iceskating course, and come to find out I'm rather good at it. Good enough for the instructor to ask me if I'd like private lessons for a somewhat reduced rate after the six-week course is finished. It's a rather novel experience to be good at an actual sport, after spending all my life being the "artsy child". However, I'm not nearly flexible enough to be able to accomplish all of the moves I would like to do and so have decided to get back into shape. It's slow going and it hurts - a lot - but I think it might be worth it.
And someday, I might be able to do a backflip on the ice like Scott Hamilton. Wouldn't that just be awesome?
This entry has very little direction to it. I just felt in the mood to babble some more, as though I did not do enough of that earlier.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Writing: Fact or Fiction?
So, I was at work the other day writing on my order-pad because things were a little slow. Usually if I've got nothing else to do, I'll pull out my order pad and jot things down on a back-page - thoughts, ideas, plots, and sudden fancies that strike as they will when one has nothing to do but think. Anyway, many of the other servers generally ask me what I'm writing and if I'm writing a story - I generally just answer that I'm bored. I don't particularly want them to know what's going through my brain. It was exceptionally funny when M. asked me what I was writing, I told him that I was bored and just jotting down thoughts, and he said, "Finally! Somebody else who writes for pleasure!"
Is this so odd? People who write for pleasure are a rarity? Why, when it's so easy to just pick up a pen or sit down at your laptop, do people just choose not to write? I have to write. In order to clear my mind of the clutter - and to generally make room for the new clutter - I have to write down my thoughts and get rid of them. At least temporarily. Is it odd? I've been doing this since I was quite young - and gotten progressively better at it with age and practice - and I'll probably continue it all my life.
But anyway. In other news, the musical is progressing and I'm feeling exceptionally panicked. Not because I'm unprepared - I'm nearly off-book, and I have several days to go until I actually need to have hit that point - but because I'm just nervous. Never have I played such a key role in a plot. Never have I sang such high notes by myself in front of people. Never have I kissed two men in one play - which should be interesting and I really need to ask B. to chew gum or something, because he chain-smokes like nobody's business and that's all he tastes like. I'm nervous because this is uncharted territory and I'm simply not used to it. I'm a little freaked out by it all - it's not just that this is uncharted territory, either. It's that they're trusting me with it.
It sort of blows my mind a little.
It's bitterly cold here, which makes my late-nights somewhat unpleasant when I have to walk back to the house. However, when the night's so clear and cold that it cuts at your eyes just to have them open, it really makes it worth it to see all those stars in the black. So as I struggle into my big wool coat and dress in layers like my life depends on it, I just think of the stars.
Is this so odd? People who write for pleasure are a rarity? Why, when it's so easy to just pick up a pen or sit down at your laptop, do people just choose not to write? I have to write. In order to clear my mind of the clutter - and to generally make room for the new clutter - I have to write down my thoughts and get rid of them. At least temporarily. Is it odd? I've been doing this since I was quite young - and gotten progressively better at it with age and practice - and I'll probably continue it all my life.
But anyway. In other news, the musical is progressing and I'm feeling exceptionally panicked. Not because I'm unprepared - I'm nearly off-book, and I have several days to go until I actually need to have hit that point - but because I'm just nervous. Never have I played such a key role in a plot. Never have I sang such high notes by myself in front of people. Never have I kissed two men in one play - which should be interesting and I really need to ask B. to chew gum or something, because he chain-smokes like nobody's business and that's all he tastes like. I'm nervous because this is uncharted territory and I'm simply not used to it. I'm a little freaked out by it all - it's not just that this is uncharted territory, either. It's that they're trusting me with it.
It sort of blows my mind a little.
It's bitterly cold here, which makes my late-nights somewhat unpleasant when I have to walk back to the house. However, when the night's so clear and cold that it cuts at your eyes just to have them open, it really makes it worth it to see all those stars in the black. So as I struggle into my big wool coat and dress in layers like my life depends on it, I just think of the stars.
Friday, January 18, 2008
The Academic Life for Me!
The new semester has begun and many things have changed. I'll go down the list, shall I?
1. I have moved back to Staunton. I'll miss living with L&J, but it's a relief not to be commuting anymore. Right now I'm living with Shea and her mother in the most beautiful house in the world just below the campus. And, to be honest, I like having a live-in mother. She never nags, but her presence reminds me to work. Mebbe all those years of homeschooling affected my work-ethic in that respect....
2. Shea and I cannot decide whether we are the best roommates in the world, or the worst roommates. We have a bad tendency to stay awake until 3am not doing any work, but talking and plotting out our own little universes. Fun, but a little counter-productive.
3. I'm writing to get published. My goal is to be published by the end of the semester. No, I'm not stating what I'm writing or even giving you the ability to read it. So there. I will say that this is a plausible goal. Just trust me. Also, I'll be getting paid.
4. Unfortunately, working at Cracker Barrel has not changed. My single consolation is that I will be done with it by the end of the semester. That is when I will give my notice. Because, if all goes well, I'll be an RA next year and will not NEED an outside job.
5. I'm starring as Aline, the soprano lead, in "The Sorcerer". This freaks me out a lot, so we're not going to go there, eh?
6. I love learning about American politics far more than I ever thought I would. My US Presidency class is delightful, especially since we're in the midst of the Primaries right now, and I even find US Foreign Policy intruiging - or, I would if Dr. B weren't so pedantic. At least the text is interesting.
7. My pre-graduation panic has already begun, and I have almost three semester left. Is this normal? Perhaps it is because of my very unreliable major that I am feeling this way. Maybe I should have majored in something practical, like accounting. (In other news, John McCain pays his accountants a fortune. I mean, damn.)
8. Speaking of mathematics, I have high hopes of passing College Algebra this semester. I won't pass by a good margin, but I'm pretty sure I'll pass. And since I've p/nc'd the course, no matter what grade I get, it won't effect my GPA. Yay!
9. I hate that I have to write a thesis. Well, I hate my senior project more, but the thesis is right up there. I have to start on that over the summer. Oh bliss.
10. In personal news, my sister got her new leg. It's called a C-Leg (yes, bad pun) and it's not hard plastic - it's squishy. And it has a remote-control that she uses to lock the knee whenever she stands in one place for a long time - and yes, she does have a tendency to lose remote-controls and I have considered stealing it whenever I get PO'd at her.
11. I'm officially staying away from all things male, except in a platonic sense. I simply don't have time for nonsense - and to be honest, any of those who have approached me have only spoken nonsense. Is it bad when the only thing I want to do is pat them on the head and send them on their way with a cookie? In any case, I'm glad my temporary boy-craziness seems to have left. (And just watch - now that I've said this, someone I actually would give the time of day to is going to show up and I'll be absolutely lost. That seems to be the way of it.)
12. Employment at Williamsburg for the summer may very well be a "go". Why yes, I am excited. Why do you ask?
I think that's all for now. More, I suppose, if I think of it.
1. I have moved back to Staunton. I'll miss living with L&J, but it's a relief not to be commuting anymore. Right now I'm living with Shea and her mother in the most beautiful house in the world just below the campus. And, to be honest, I like having a live-in mother. She never nags, but her presence reminds me to work. Mebbe all those years of homeschooling affected my work-ethic in that respect....
2. Shea and I cannot decide whether we are the best roommates in the world, or the worst roommates. We have a bad tendency to stay awake until 3am not doing any work, but talking and plotting out our own little universes. Fun, but a little counter-productive.
3. I'm writing to get published. My goal is to be published by the end of the semester. No, I'm not stating what I'm writing or even giving you the ability to read it. So there. I will say that this is a plausible goal. Just trust me. Also, I'll be getting paid.
4. Unfortunately, working at Cracker Barrel has not changed. My single consolation is that I will be done with it by the end of the semester. That is when I will give my notice. Because, if all goes well, I'll be an RA next year and will not NEED an outside job.
5. I'm starring as Aline, the soprano lead, in "The Sorcerer". This freaks me out a lot, so we're not going to go there, eh?
6. I love learning about American politics far more than I ever thought I would. My US Presidency class is delightful, especially since we're in the midst of the Primaries right now, and I even find US Foreign Policy intruiging - or, I would if Dr. B weren't so pedantic. At least the text is interesting.
7. My pre-graduation panic has already begun, and I have almost three semester left. Is this normal? Perhaps it is because of my very unreliable major that I am feeling this way. Maybe I should have majored in something practical, like accounting. (In other news, John McCain pays his accountants a fortune. I mean, damn.)
8. Speaking of mathematics, I have high hopes of passing College Algebra this semester. I won't pass by a good margin, but I'm pretty sure I'll pass. And since I've p/nc'd the course, no matter what grade I get, it won't effect my GPA. Yay!
9. I hate that I have to write a thesis. Well, I hate my senior project more, but the thesis is right up there. I have to start on that over the summer. Oh bliss.
10. In personal news, my sister got her new leg. It's called a C-Leg (yes, bad pun) and it's not hard plastic - it's squishy. And it has a remote-control that she uses to lock the knee whenever she stands in one place for a long time - and yes, she does have a tendency to lose remote-controls and I have considered stealing it whenever I get PO'd at her.
11. I'm officially staying away from all things male, except in a platonic sense. I simply don't have time for nonsense - and to be honest, any of those who have approached me have only spoken nonsense. Is it bad when the only thing I want to do is pat them on the head and send them on their way with a cookie? In any case, I'm glad my temporary boy-craziness seems to have left. (And just watch - now that I've said this, someone I actually would give the time of day to is going to show up and I'll be absolutely lost. That seems to be the way of it.)
12. Employment at Williamsburg for the summer may very well be a "go". Why yes, I am excited. Why do you ask?
I think that's all for now. More, I suppose, if I think of it.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Unsurprising
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