I wish that I could say that Homecoming Week at UWEC was really super awesome and exciting and more fun than a high school homecoming week, but it's really not. Sure, they had lots of events going on, but I couldn't go to any of them because they were all at 4:00, when I have marching band. Yet another reason why I hate marching band. Also, they weren't that exciting anyway, from what they looked like on paper. They had a pudgy bunny contest... pretty sure that's not safe and I am super curious as to why a nice university condones a potentially lethal game...
... but who am I kidding, the kids here do far worse partying.
Um, I'm not going to go into the party scene much here, but I will say, that yes, there were people drunk at 9am when we were walking to our parade spot.
So Friday night, I was just hanging out with some friends, but I went back to my dorm at like 11:30. I walk into the lobby and there is this big group of girls dressed in nothing but spandex, short-shorts, short-skirts, belly shirts, glittery sparkly nonsense, and only about half of them had a coat on. It was pretty obvious that they planned on "going out", but Jesus Christ, it's like 30 degrees out! What is wrong with these people?
I passed them by and I got into the elevator where I rode up with a group of guys. One of the guys had his sweatshirt pockets full of ping pong balls. Come on. Who do you think you're kidding? If you're going to try to smuggle stuff in (not that smuggling in ping pong balls is bad, maybe they jus really like ping pong, who knows), at least put it in a backpack.
... So I went to bed at midnight on Friday during Homecoming weekend. It was really lame.
Then I got up at 8 to go and get ready for the parade. The parade was at 10. It wasn't that exciting. I got photosniped by my speech teacher. It was really awkward because she came up to me afterward and is like, "Oh hi, Lacey, I got your picture in the parade!"
...
Ever noticed how every girls' name sounds like my name? All names are two syllables and end in the "ee" sound. Lacey. Ashley. Katie. Emily. Jenny. Sally. Angie. Shelly. Mary. Nancy. Carrie. Kaylee. Shaylee. Jessie. Hailee. Kelsey. Sydney. Julie. Laurie. Molly. Maggie. You get the picture. So I kept hearing names like that being called during the parade, and I keep thinking they are my name, but... chances are... they're not.
Then we performed at the game. No lie. It was really bad. But everybody was probably drunk, so it's not like it matters. Okay, the band was good, the guard was really bad. ... I won't go into detail, but let's just say that it had something to do with "getting all of your show done before the first performance is considered lucky". Except our show is still not done. .... So yeah.
And then we went to a chili cookoff after the homecoming game. Honestly, that was the best part of my whole weekend. I got to eat all kinds of delicious chili, and our chili ("Inferno Death Chili - Tastes Better Than Babies!") got sixth place out of ten. Actually, it tied for sixth, and our comments were: "Your chili looks like something out of a horror movie from somebody who should not be directing horror movies." Lol. I was okay with this. I mean, nobody likes us since we're freshman, so it's to be expected. But our chili was freaking awesome. End of story.
And then I went home, and I went to the clinic for another orthodontist appointment. And just because God hates me, he says to the orthodontists, "You know what would be a really good idea? Let's add insult to injury and make her wear rubber bands 24/7!"
... FML.
So I really wanted some Jones soda today. I drove all over town for just under two hours, and I did not find any except for the crappy Halloween kind. Then I went to the crappy corner store just a few blocks from campus, and they had any kind of Jones ever imaginable.
I won't lie. I did cry. A lot.
But wait, there's more, if you're interested in hearing more about my terrible life! So I had a job interview in Rochester for a holiday job on Thursday. I e-mailed my guard captain and asked her if I could miss band for a job interview. No. I can't. ... I mean really. So now I might not get my holiday job, because I've been trying to play phone tag with them for a couple days and I cannot get a hold of the HR lady anymore.
I HATE BAND.
I hate my life.
It's official. I'm changing my major. I'm going to be a communications major.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
It's Snowing Here!
All right, so what have I been up to since I got back from Chicago? Well let's see. Not a lot, actually. Pretty typical week. I had an exciting weekend though.
On Friday I went to Wabasha to go say hello to a few friends of mine. It was their Homecoming weekend (pics on Facebook). I went and watched their parade. It was about as exciting as parades get (which, in my case, is actually pretty exciting. I like parades.) Then I went to the marching band's afterparty. It was fun, but a little awkward because 1.) I'm not in their marching band and 2.) I don't even go to their school. I did kick butt at Scrabble though. Thank you "unzip" on triple word score!
Then I watched the game. They had amazing apple cider. I mean, it was only like 4-5 ounces for a dollar, but it was really tasty. And I felt compelled to buy some W-K wear. I'm not sure why. I mean, I'm not in high school anymore, and I live nowhere near Wabasha, so... that would be weird. But it was so pretty, and red, and I don't wear much red since I graduated anymore... But I didn't buy anything. Even though the scarves looked pretty tempting.
(For the record, football fans, W-K lost their game. What a shame. Also, football fans, who won the JM-Century game? I never did find out...)
I got to see some friends in Wabasha that I hadn't seen in a while. And I met some new friends. Which was nice. Now I feel like I know the majority of the W-K high school, haha. All 12 of them. XD I'm just kidding. But I do feel like I know a lot of people from there...
And they're all so young! I keep forgetting my friend Geoff is only a junior. Yeesh. I feel so old. =/ I turn 19 in like 2 months! Srsly. I'm almost done being a teenager. Wow.
Anyway, on Saturday, the marching band performed at Chippewa Falls. Funny story about that. I had skipped band practice to go to Wabasha because band had been cut short already anyway, so I'm like, "Screw it. I'll just leave early." And because of that I didn't get to perform at Chippewa.
Am I sad about this? Not at all. It was snowing during the performance. The guard uniforms are tank tops. Screw that. I have no regrets. Besides, I was spending time with some nice people, so it was time well spent. PLUS I got to WATCH the band (and not on Youtube!) for once, and it was really cool. I never get to see what happens in the front. So it really was a win-win situation, in my opinion.
And now my boyfriend is in Eau Claire for a college visit. I was having a coffee at the cafe in the student center, and I saw all the high school kids touring, but... I did not see him. Sketchy. *shrug* Oh well.
I also realized that uhh... my expenses are outweighing my income. Time for Lacey to pick up some new shifts at work... but I kind of really hate my job. Okay, I don't REALLY hate it, but... I don't enjoy it. At all, really. I miss the library. I hope they hire me back for winter break. I made good money there, and I knew how to do everything, and I can work in ILL and... *sigh* I really should just freaking major in library science. But then, it's stupid that I need a degree for work that I more or less could just get trained in and figure it out.
Speaking of that, I think it's hilarious that people need 4-year degrees to work with handicapped children in public schools. My grandma did that for years, and she didn't even graduate high school. Oh, times have changed...
Registration for spring is in a little over a month (for me anyway). Time to meet with my advisor and tell him, "... I'm having a quarterlife crisis. I am having second thoughts about majoring in business. But now I don't know what I want to do." I think I'll just keep it for now because I can't think of anything better to do, but I don't think I want to do human resources anymore. I just... I can't do it. I can't be that serious at my job. I just can't.
But... you know... now what.
I'm planning on taking fun classes next semester. I mean, sure I'll have a few crap classes like math and macroecon, but you know what, I am going to take some stuff that has nothing to do with my current major and attempt to enjoy education. I'm just really bummed that they don't have a class specifically for Freudian psychology. What a shame it's "outdated". I love it. =/
I had a midterm today. Pretty sure I at least got a B. There were a few that I didn't know, but... I feel confident. Oh yeah, I got my degree audit the other day. I am in "good academic standing". Hooray.
I'm gonna go eat a sandwich and then go to class. Ciao, readers!
On Friday I went to Wabasha to go say hello to a few friends of mine. It was their Homecoming weekend (pics on Facebook). I went and watched their parade. It was about as exciting as parades get (which, in my case, is actually pretty exciting. I like parades.) Then I went to the marching band's afterparty. It was fun, but a little awkward because 1.) I'm not in their marching band and 2.) I don't even go to their school. I did kick butt at Scrabble though. Thank you "unzip" on triple word score!
Then I watched the game. They had amazing apple cider. I mean, it was only like 4-5 ounces for a dollar, but it was really tasty. And I felt compelled to buy some W-K wear. I'm not sure why. I mean, I'm not in high school anymore, and I live nowhere near Wabasha, so... that would be weird. But it was so pretty, and red, and I don't wear much red since I graduated anymore... But I didn't buy anything. Even though the scarves looked pretty tempting.
(For the record, football fans, W-K lost their game. What a shame. Also, football fans, who won the JM-Century game? I never did find out...)
I got to see some friends in Wabasha that I hadn't seen in a while. And I met some new friends. Which was nice. Now I feel like I know the majority of the W-K high school, haha. All 12 of them. XD I'm just kidding. But I do feel like I know a lot of people from there...
And they're all so young! I keep forgetting my friend Geoff is only a junior. Yeesh. I feel so old. =/ I turn 19 in like 2 months! Srsly. I'm almost done being a teenager. Wow.
Anyway, on Saturday, the marching band performed at Chippewa Falls. Funny story about that. I had skipped band practice to go to Wabasha because band had been cut short already anyway, so I'm like, "Screw it. I'll just leave early." And because of that I didn't get to perform at Chippewa.
Am I sad about this? Not at all. It was snowing during the performance. The guard uniforms are tank tops. Screw that. I have no regrets. Besides, I was spending time with some nice people, so it was time well spent. PLUS I got to WATCH the band (and not on Youtube!) for once, and it was really cool. I never get to see what happens in the front. So it really was a win-win situation, in my opinion.
And now my boyfriend is in Eau Claire for a college visit. I was having a coffee at the cafe in the student center, and I saw all the high school kids touring, but... I did not see him. Sketchy. *shrug* Oh well.
I also realized that uhh... my expenses are outweighing my income. Time for Lacey to pick up some new shifts at work... but I kind of really hate my job. Okay, I don't REALLY hate it, but... I don't enjoy it. At all, really. I miss the library. I hope they hire me back for winter break. I made good money there, and I knew how to do everything, and I can work in ILL and... *sigh* I really should just freaking major in library science. But then, it's stupid that I need a degree for work that I more or less could just get trained in and figure it out.
Speaking of that, I think it's hilarious that people need 4-year degrees to work with handicapped children in public schools. My grandma did that for years, and she didn't even graduate high school. Oh, times have changed...
Registration for spring is in a little over a month (for me anyway). Time to meet with my advisor and tell him, "... I'm having a quarterlife crisis. I am having second thoughts about majoring in business. But now I don't know what I want to do." I think I'll just keep it for now because I can't think of anything better to do, but I don't think I want to do human resources anymore. I just... I can't do it. I can't be that serious at my job. I just can't.
But... you know... now what.
I'm planning on taking fun classes next semester. I mean, sure I'll have a few crap classes like math and macroecon, but you know what, I am going to take some stuff that has nothing to do with my current major and attempt to enjoy education. I'm just really bummed that they don't have a class specifically for Freudian psychology. What a shame it's "outdated". I love it. =/
I had a midterm today. Pretty sure I at least got a B. There were a few that I didn't know, but... I feel confident. Oh yeah, I got my degree audit the other day. I am in "good academic standing". Hooray.
I'm gonna go eat a sandwich and then go to class. Ciao, readers!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Chicago + Auditions
I went to Chicago this past weekend for the Marching Band. It was okay. It wasn't super special awesome like I thought it was going to be.
We got on a coach bus (late, thanks to us trying to be on top of things but epic failing and having to go back and forth and to Shopko...) and departed for The State That Never Ends (also known as Illinois).
It was just like Florida all over again. Same kind of bus, same kind of groups, same kind of movies. Remember how bus 2 watched The Producers? Well so did bus 3 for the BMB. Ah, memories. And then there was the awkward napping positions... well, if you've ever been on a coach bus, you know what I'm talking about.
We got to the hotel with no injury after stopping in Madison for dinner. The hotel was okay. It had nice decorations, but the beds were FULL beds, not queen beds. Wtf. How are we supposed to comfortably fit 2 people on that little bed? Well, we did, it wasn't that bad, but I still would have preferred a queen. And there was nothing on the TV except for the 3rd Pirates of the Caribbean. I hate the third one. It's stupid. And then the continental breakfast is one of the worst I've ever had. The worst continenal breakfast was one were all they served were bagels and toast. This one had eggs, but they were NASTY.
I think anything east of the Mississippi has a problem with eggs. The eggs used in the cafeteria on campus make me feel ill, and then the hotels in Chicago (or rather, Schaumberg, a suburb of Chicago) were runny and cold and watery and just, ew. I could hardly choke them down.
Then we went to Chicago just for the hell of it. Chicago is all rent. Lots of sweet architecture (pics on Facebook). And lots of hobos. There was actually a battallion of homeless people who sell magazines to you and tell you funny jokes and give tourist information. And then there are the homeless people that smell like pee... but... yeah.
I bought lots of stuff. It was exciting. We went to Navy Pier, and we rode on the gigantic Ferris Wheel overlooking Lake Michigan. I forgot how big the Great Lakes are. I've only been to Superior (and now Michigan!), and... they are freaky. I guess I still can't get over my epic fear of large bodies of water. Except Lake Michigan doesn't look like a trashbag like the Atlantic Ocean does. Or the Zumbro river.
We didn't get to stay for very long in Chicago, though, which was disappointing. There was so much more I wanted to see, like the Field Museum, and the public library (it was cool looking, okay?), and the publishing companies, and the Chicago Tribune... Okay. So I thought it was cool to actually see the building where the Chicago Trib was made. I mean, I've only been putting away and recycling their newspapers for the past four years, it was kind of awesome. I wish I could have seen the inside... Though I'm sure it's a lot like the Post-Bulletin. I guess once you've seen one newspaper building, you've seen them all? I've seen the machines that shove the advertisements in the center, I've seen the printing press and the foldy-machines and the forklifts... eh.
Then we got on a bus and drove back to Wisconsin to go to Greendale, where our exhibition performance was. We're not quite sure why we went to Chicago other than just for fun, since we had to drive 2 hours back north towards Milwaukee...? Whatever. It was kind of a bummer though, since we didn't get to see any of the other bands performing at the competition. Well, some kids did, but not the colorguard 'cuz we had to practice. Ew.
All right, I'm gonna be totally honest. I thought our practice run-throughs were kind of awful. Maybe it was because we were on a bus for several hours and we were all tired and cranky (I know I was). And cold. It was freezing out. But I just don't think any of us (not just the guard, the whole band) were feeling it. It was better by actualy show-time. Except my hands were too darn cold to do anything. I couldn't toss, I could hardly move the flag even with the gloves. We had to stand outside for a full hour before we actually went on though, and we weren't wearing our jackets or anything. The colorguard wears tank tops. Yeah. VERY cold.
I will post video as soon as I find it?
Today I auditioned for Seussical at the Eau Claire Children's Theater. I sucked. End of story. I performed "Oh What a Circus" from Evita, and I didn't even get to the good part ("But who is this Santa Evita/Why all this howling hysterical sorrow?"). I auditioned with 3 other kids (yes, kids). The 8-year-old was easily the best one in there. Then there was this really cocky 13-year-old who was... your typical theater kid if you know what I mean. And then there was a cute little boy who was so nervous and kept forgetting the words. It was really cute.
I'd really like to be in the show. I love Seussical. But 62 people auditioned last night, and there were about another 20-30 tonight. I know I won't get a lead. And... I don't know. I just don't feel confident. I didn't think the show would be so popular... =/
I'm "watching" the Packer-Vikings game. Right now, Vikes are winning 28-14. Lol. That's all I have to say. It's pretty intense here. Everybody is shrieking like howler monkeys. Pretty sure Vikings are gonna win. That's all.
We got on a coach bus (late, thanks to us trying to be on top of things but epic failing and having to go back and forth and to Shopko...) and departed for The State That Never Ends (also known as Illinois).
It was just like Florida all over again. Same kind of bus, same kind of groups, same kind of movies. Remember how bus 2 watched The Producers? Well so did bus 3 for the BMB. Ah, memories. And then there was the awkward napping positions... well, if you've ever been on a coach bus, you know what I'm talking about.
We got to the hotel with no injury after stopping in Madison for dinner. The hotel was okay. It had nice decorations, but the beds were FULL beds, not queen beds. Wtf. How are we supposed to comfortably fit 2 people on that little bed? Well, we did, it wasn't that bad, but I still would have preferred a queen. And there was nothing on the TV except for the 3rd Pirates of the Caribbean. I hate the third one. It's stupid. And then the continental breakfast is one of the worst I've ever had. The worst continenal breakfast was one were all they served were bagels and toast. This one had eggs, but they were NASTY.
I think anything east of the Mississippi has a problem with eggs. The eggs used in the cafeteria on campus make me feel ill, and then the hotels in Chicago (or rather, Schaumberg, a suburb of Chicago) were runny and cold and watery and just, ew. I could hardly choke them down.
Then we went to Chicago just for the hell of it. Chicago is all rent. Lots of sweet architecture (pics on Facebook). And lots of hobos. There was actually a battallion of homeless people who sell magazines to you and tell you funny jokes and give tourist information. And then there are the homeless people that smell like pee... but... yeah.
I bought lots of stuff. It was exciting. We went to Navy Pier, and we rode on the gigantic Ferris Wheel overlooking Lake Michigan. I forgot how big the Great Lakes are. I've only been to Superior (and now Michigan!), and... they are freaky. I guess I still can't get over my epic fear of large bodies of water. Except Lake Michigan doesn't look like a trashbag like the Atlantic Ocean does. Or the Zumbro river.
We didn't get to stay for very long in Chicago, though, which was disappointing. There was so much more I wanted to see, like the Field Museum, and the public library (it was cool looking, okay?), and the publishing companies, and the Chicago Tribune... Okay. So I thought it was cool to actually see the building where the Chicago Trib was made. I mean, I've only been putting away and recycling their newspapers for the past four years, it was kind of awesome. I wish I could have seen the inside... Though I'm sure it's a lot like the Post-Bulletin. I guess once you've seen one newspaper building, you've seen them all? I've seen the machines that shove the advertisements in the center, I've seen the printing press and the foldy-machines and the forklifts... eh.
Then we got on a bus and drove back to Wisconsin to go to Greendale, where our exhibition performance was. We're not quite sure why we went to Chicago other than just for fun, since we had to drive 2 hours back north towards Milwaukee...? Whatever. It was kind of a bummer though, since we didn't get to see any of the other bands performing at the competition. Well, some kids did, but not the colorguard 'cuz we had to practice. Ew.
All right, I'm gonna be totally honest. I thought our practice run-throughs were kind of awful. Maybe it was because we were on a bus for several hours and we were all tired and cranky (I know I was). And cold. It was freezing out. But I just don't think any of us (not just the guard, the whole band) were feeling it. It was better by actualy show-time. Except my hands were too darn cold to do anything. I couldn't toss, I could hardly move the flag even with the gloves. We had to stand outside for a full hour before we actually went on though, and we weren't wearing our jackets or anything. The colorguard wears tank tops. Yeah. VERY cold.
I will post video as soon as I find it?
Today I auditioned for Seussical at the Eau Claire Children's Theater. I sucked. End of story. I performed "Oh What a Circus" from Evita, and I didn't even get to the good part ("But who is this Santa Evita/Why all this howling hysterical sorrow?"). I auditioned with 3 other kids (yes, kids). The 8-year-old was easily the best one in there. Then there was this really cocky 13-year-old who was... your typical theater kid if you know what I mean. And then there was a cute little boy who was so nervous and kept forgetting the words. It was really cute.
I'd really like to be in the show. I love Seussical. But 62 people auditioned last night, and there were about another 20-30 tonight. I know I won't get a lead. And... I don't know. I just don't feel confident. I didn't think the show would be so popular... =/
I'm "watching" the Packer-Vikings game. Right now, Vikes are winning 28-14. Lol. That's all I have to say. It's pretty intense here. Everybody is shrieking like howler monkeys. Pretty sure Vikings are gonna win. That's all.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
This Week in Unnecessary Censorship
... Nah, there's no unnecessary censorship here. But I do like the UC videos on Youtube. They are quite comical. Want to see one? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vviBx6FkdbI . Watch it 'till the end. The last one is the best.
Now that I have your attention, I suppose I should tell you what I've been up to since I last updated.
This week is ultra-mega-super test week. I had two exams and a quiz today, followed by a quiz tomorrow morning. Every single one of my classes except for marching band had a quiz or test this week. And I have a band performance on Saturday, so that's kind of like a test. So I guess that makes all of them.
Most of these were the first legit tests of the semester. Okay well half of them. My bio test was the first big test of the year, as was my speech test. It was kind of nice though, for my bio test we were allowed to have an entire 8 1/2 x 11 sheet of paper, both sides, for notes. And we were allowed one 3 x 5 notecard in speech. I'm glad I put more effort into studying for bio than I did for studying for speech, because my speech exam was more or less a piece of cake.
The thing I hate about tests though is that teachers will put completely irrelevant information on there. I don't understand why. For example, on my speech exam one of the questions was "What is the typical speaking pattern in Kenya?" First of all, why the hell would I ever need to know this? Second, it was never covered in class. It was one of those "Have you read the textbook?" kind of questions. I don't understand why they are necessary. I mean, who cares? As interesting as I'm sure the speaking pattern of Kenya is, it's not relevant, you don't need to know this ever, no one cares, and it has nothing to do with "the big picture".
That's what I like to think tests are. "Big picture" concepts. And most classes and their tests are like that. But every now and then you'll get some jackass who throws in a "trick question" like the speaking patterns in Kenya just to see if you've been reading.
Now if it were a class were reading the textbook was actually necessary, I could maybe understand. But a speech class? Come on! Why do we even HAVE a textbook for speech class? I've learned nothing new. Okay, well that's not true. I learned the technical terms for stuff I already knew. Do you know what the majority of our past unit was on? How to write an outline.
I learned how to write an outline in fourth grade. And I like the way I write outlines. I don't understand why I need to learn a newer, more stupid way of writing outlines. Why do my main points need to be in complete sentences? It's an outline, for crying out loud! Okay, here is how I would write an outline for a speech. (Pretend this stuff is indented and formatted correctly)
I.) Mayo Clinic
Now that I have your attention, I suppose I should tell you what I've been up to since I last updated.
This week is ultra-mega-super test week. I had two exams and a quiz today, followed by a quiz tomorrow morning. Every single one of my classes except for marching band had a quiz or test this week. And I have a band performance on Saturday, so that's kind of like a test. So I guess that makes all of them.
Most of these were the first legit tests of the semester. Okay well half of them. My bio test was the first big test of the year, as was my speech test. It was kind of nice though, for my bio test we were allowed to have an entire 8 1/2 x 11 sheet of paper, both sides, for notes. And we were allowed one 3 x 5 notecard in speech. I'm glad I put more effort into studying for bio than I did for studying for speech, because my speech exam was more or less a piece of cake.
The thing I hate about tests though is that teachers will put completely irrelevant information on there. I don't understand why. For example, on my speech exam one of the questions was "What is the typical speaking pattern in Kenya?" First of all, why the hell would I ever need to know this? Second, it was never covered in class. It was one of those "Have you read the textbook?" kind of questions. I don't understand why they are necessary. I mean, who cares? As interesting as I'm sure the speaking pattern of Kenya is, it's not relevant, you don't need to know this ever, no one cares, and it has nothing to do with "the big picture".
That's what I like to think tests are. "Big picture" concepts. And most classes and their tests are like that. But every now and then you'll get some jackass who throws in a "trick question" like the speaking patterns in Kenya just to see if you've been reading.
Now if it were a class were reading the textbook was actually necessary, I could maybe understand. But a speech class? Come on! Why do we even HAVE a textbook for speech class? I've learned nothing new. Okay, well that's not true. I learned the technical terms for stuff I already knew. Do you know what the majority of our past unit was on? How to write an outline.
I learned how to write an outline in fourth grade. And I like the way I write outlines. I don't understand why I need to learn a newer, more stupid way of writing outlines. Why do my main points need to be in complete sentences? It's an outline, for crying out loud! Okay, here is how I would write an outline for a speech. (Pretend this stuff is indented and formatted correctly)
I.) Mayo Clinic
A.) stats
1.) x # of total employees
2.) x # of patients per year
B.) research
1.) cancer
2.) alzheimers
C.) buildings
1.) Mayo
2.) Gonda
3.) Siebens
And so on, and so forth. I write simple outlines. If I have info that I need to write out, like a quote, then I do that. This is how we're supposed to write outlines for the class.
I. The Mayo Clinic is the world's largest medical center.
A.) I will share some interesting statistics about the Mayo Clinic
1.) x # of total employees
2.) x # of patients per year
B.) The Mayo Clinic has done extensive research in several different areas of medicine.
1.) cancer
2.) alzheimers
C.) The Mayo Clinic has several different buildings.
1.) Mayo
2.) Gonda
3.) Siebens
I hate writng in complete sentences when I don't have. Wasn't this the whole point of Reading for College? Use less words, highlight stuff less, take less notes? I am getting conflicting messages in my education!
I hate my speech class. Okay, more like, I really don't like the teacher.
(For the record, AP Geography students, there are 300 shoe factories in Boston. This is a test question. I'm not kidding. It's vital to your education. KNOW THIS.)
Enough about my academic life. I am going to talk about band, because I know that bandies are a large part of my target audience. Unfortunately, I am going to talk about color guard instead of legit band. So, um, sorry.
Okay. I know in high school, nobody really likes the color guard (except you all love me 'cuz I'm awesome). In college, the few people I have been brave enough to ask what they think about guard say that they don't have a problem with them (but I know they're lying, I can see it in their eyes). They said that at the beginning of the season.
As of right now, the EC guard only has work for two out of the four songs we're playing for our field show. We did have work for the third song, but we had to scrap most of it since it just didn't work with the drill (we were supposed to be doing pole work while jazz running 40 yards across the field in 32-ish counts... yeah... not gonna happen). So we have a big exhibition coming up this weekend in Chicago. The band sounds great, I'm sure they look nice too (I can't really tell since we're behind them most of the time and it's not like I'm paying attention to their lines anyway), and then there's the guard. Our first song looks pretty good, since we've known it the longest. Second song is probably a bit sloppy. Third and fourth songs are nonexistent.
And I am in no way blaming this on anybody. In college, they don't have a week-long color guard camp to teach the work for the field show. There's band camp, and that's it. So there is not a whole lot of time for us to squeeze in time to learn new stuff. We have somebody else write our work for us, so we have to wait until he writes it, and then the captains have to learn it well enough to teach it.
Yuck, I could never be a color guard captain. No way.
There's 24 girls on the color guard. If you think things are bad when you get even a small group of girls together, and then they start bitching about something or other, just wait until you have 24 of them. I try to stay out of whatever drama is going on. Most of it, I think, goes on between the upperclassmen, so... yeah I don't want to make any enemies by telling them to shut up. It's tough though, since I enjoy yelling at people and "sticking up for justice" and all that BS. Eh. I just get the feeling that something is gonna happen as far as spectacular bitch-fights goes.
Like how at JM every other week or so there'd be some chick fight in the hallways with hair-pulling and Spanish cussing? That's kind of what I think is going to happen.
... In other news, I'm pretty pumped for Chicago. I've never been there before, so it should be fun.
On that topic, sort of, I would like to thank everybody whom I have captained over the past few years. Thank you Speech Team and Mock Trial team for being AWESOME and not being disrespectful or mean or in any way "bad". I have a lot more respect for people in leadership positions who have to deal with people who aren't that pleasant or who are always arguing with the way you want to run things. I was lucky to have you guys as teammates. Please keep up the good sportsmanship and good work! I miss you. :(
Hmm what else have I done this week. My friend Ryan turned 19. We had a "surprise" party for him (pictures are on Facebook). It was kind of exciting. Then I went to my LEADS and SHRM meetings on Tuesday.
I feel really out of place in SHRM. Everybody is so serious. It kind of really bugs me. Like, the girls running the group are really nice and really friendly, but I just feel like I'm at a really dull business meeting. I guess I just feel out of place because I'm a freshman and I have no desire to have a legit career right now. I mean, I do down the road, but there's only so much a freshman in college can do, career-wise, other than take classes. Nobody wants a freshman intern, they don't know what they're doing. No employer wants to meet a freshman, they want somebody with, or very close to getting, a degree.
So we listened to a speaker in the field. She was in compensation and benefits, and she was a nice speaker and all, but I just didn't really care. I had a moment of "shoot. Maybe I really should change my major to psychology". I mean, seriously. I'm so bored!
And yet, I love The Office and stuff ('cuz that's totally a real depiction of corporate life!), and I'm like, "Yeah. I wanna be just like Michael Scott and wear a nice suit every day and have my own office." Except I'd be more of a Toby, because I wanted to major in HR. And, if you've ever watched The Office, you know how people feel about Toby... =/
I thought business was what I really wanted to do. And I just... I don't know.
I did hear through the grapevine though that International Business is becoming a legit major instead of just a minor or certificate program. But then I feel like oh, darn, I joined SHRM and everything, and I just... I don't know how I feel about it. HR? International Business? Healthcare Administration?? Augh, I just don't know. I mean, I want to travel. So Int'l Business makes sense, right? But I'm interested in management, because I like to be in charge and all that... ugh. I don't know. I know I got time, but... what if I decide to completely scrap the business idea altogether (though I don't know what I would do in its place...)?
Hmmmm. Career path meltdown. =/
On a lighter note, uh... hmm... eh. This week has just been pretty "blah". Not terrible, but not fantastic either. Busy. But, it's all good because I leave for Chicago in exactly 24 hours! Yay!
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