Friday, September 30, 2005
the wind and the waves
We’ve known about it since Day One in Oceanography class. Our first field trip—a “cruise” on a research vessel in Lake Muskegeon.
I was picturing: cold and wet. (I brought dry socks—no, I’m not kidding!) We’d be helping with the work and the experiments at three different stations in the lake. (I brought Advil and Band-Aids, and prayed I’d remember high school chemistry.) It sounded like we would have fun, and learn a lot.
That’s very interesting, I thought, but I’d rather read about someone else doing it…
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
on writing (well)
The English department has taught me well that all great acts of writing ought to be accompanied by food. Panera seems to be the ideal choice, but I’m sure anything equally sweet and wonderful would do…
Saturday, September 24, 2005
autumn is coming…
The first day of autumn was faithfully stormy, just as I had hoped. I read The Castle of Otranto in Starbucks, sipping a Pumpkin Spice Latte (you have to try this), as the clouds got darker outside. Perfect. I felt so darn festive.
Now, only two days later, I have a roaring sore throat, stuffed head, runny nose, lack of energy… the works. Sigh. I guess that’s festive too—don’t you need to have a cold to usher in these weather changes?
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
the assignment monkeys
Three years ago (have I been here that long?), in my freshman economics class, I learned about assignment monkeys. I don’t even know how it came up… I think our prof was talking about how we should be proactive with homework, work ahead, etc. Hard work fends off the attacks of the “assignment monkeys.” (This is so much better if you can hear it with his Egyptian accent. I can’t do it justice in print…)
Somehow the name stuck. Every time I’m thinking about a cluster of deadlines, I crack up, remembering what he said.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
my lovely roommates
Meet the girls!!
These are the wonderful ladies I’m living with this year… L to R: Kim (my roommate), me, Laura, and Amanda.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
from the small hours: thoughts on grace
It’s been a long day. Why, then, was I just staring up at my roommate’s bed, thinking (in my nearsighted way) that the underside of the mattress looks like the roly-poly bugs I played with fifteen years ago?
This is what I get for reading Pilgrim at Tinker Creek before bed.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Do weekends mess with anyone else after coming back to school? Confusing question. But after a long break (say, summer?), and then the start of a new semester, I get thrown off by Friday. Isn’t it time for another three months off?
(Please oh please tell me if this rings true for you! I feel like such a slacker.) But this weekend flew by, and it’s already Tuesday. Next weekend will be here soon…
Not that I’m living from weekend to weekend…
Friday, September 09, 2005
... AND we’re back
This is the whirlwind that is the first week of school. Whew! I moved into Chi Hall this past Saturday, and classes started Tuesday, and here I am… still sane. I don’t know if First Weeks are the same for everyone (you’ll have to let me know), but between memorizing a new schedule and trying to find bowls and spoons in my new kitchen, I usually feel like I’m losing my mind. That, and, I can never remember what day it is. (Though I strongly suspect that this is Friday—which is very good news.)