Haven't Written in a While, So...

This semester is going pretty well so far. I feel like I don't have as much work as I had last semester, and I hope that doesn't change.

Ready to Go Back!

I just realized I did not write any entries for May. Perhaps because I was busy getting ready for finals!

Ok. This summer is 102 days long. That's about 3 and a half months long.

That's a really long time to not be in school.

But school is less than 2 weeks away now, and I gotta say, I'm pretty pumped to go back.

Manhattan College STATS

Stats--meaning statistics.

All these can be found on collegeboard.com, which I used to look up Manhattan College when I was still in the touring and applying process. But now that I go here...

No one's really been posting an entry lately...So I might as well.

Hey, everyone.

First off, I am really excited for spring break.

Last week was one of the worst weeks of my college career. This week is not much better. Between Peter's death, my stomach bothering me, getting the menses, doing a history test makeup yesterday, finding out I missed a 30 point essay question on my religion test (my teacher is allowing me to make it up, though), a work overload on the weekend, and me going into panic attack mode on saturday, it's been a rough two weeks. And Micheal did not come in last weekend like I thought he would. Instead, he's coming in this weekend.

Did I mention i am really excited for spring break?

My Temporary Dorming Experience/How I'm adjusting to the spring semester/Reaction to the latest edition of The Quadrangle (my school newspaper)

Ok, so I haven't written in awhile. Sorry.

But hey, I'm writing now. So yeah.

1. My temporary dorming experience--due to the massive snow we had last week, I had the opportunity to stay over one of my friends' dorm rooms so I could avoid commuting in the snow. Funnily enough, class was cancelled on wednesday, but whatever. I stayed Tuesday and Wednesday night. Overall, I thought it was pretty cool. Thing is, it was the novelty of it that I enjoyed, I suppose. I don't how I would feel if I actually lived there for a few months.

Commuter Blues

Took a break from my overload of homework (apparently I had to read FOUR books of The Odyssey over the weekend. Do you know how many pages that is!?) so I can blog.

Today's topic: commuterness.

Teachers

It was another day at college. As I walked into class and took my seat, I looked at the expressions of some of those around me. They looked very unexcited.

And I guess who wouldn't be? After all, this is a required core class. It's not like most people even wanted to be here. Or even at school in general. They just woke up, put on a hoodie, and schlepped themselves to class. And now they are here, lifeless forms sitting at desks that remind me of high school. Or even vaguely like--dare I say it--my middle school years.

What's In a Name?

I remember sitting there in his dorm, watching him play guitar. He wasn't Mystery Guitar Man, by any means (he's of youtube fame), but this guy did have some skill. I remember wishing my boyfriend could play guitar (but my boyfriend has other talents).

So what is a princess?

I've been hearing this word since the day I was born.

Princess.

"I'm going to be a princess for Halloween." "She's her daddy's little princess." "Princess Aurora." "The Princess Protection Program." "I am a princess. All girls are."*

"I deserve to be treated like a princess."

And guess what? I do think all girls should be treated like a princess. But first, I need to define what I think a real princess is:

To Simply Believe...

Remember when you were a kid how easy it was to believe in Santa Claus? Or the tooth fairy?

None of us were smart enough to figure out that a man that large could not possibly fit down our chimney.

Why can't I read anymore!?

If you look at my profile, you'll see that listed under my hobbies is reading.

And I do love reading. I like reading magazine articles, and my school newspaper (The Quadrangle) and I like reading other people's writing when I go through the submissions for Manhattan Magazine.

That said, I find it very difficult these days for me to sit down and casually read a novel.

A Warning to Those Who Once Had Braces

Life in the "Blah" Zone

Hey everyone. Sorry I haven't posted in awhile.

(When I say "everyone" that most likely would mean--what--one person?)

Anyway.