The Past 4 Weeks of Senior Year!

Sorry I've been away for so long! Anyway, here is each week:

6th Week of Senior Year: That Lovin' Feelin'

For those of you who aren't familiar with the 60's pop duo The Righteous Brothers, there's a chance you've still heard of their song "You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin.'" If you haven't heard it, youtube it for old times' sake and then come back here.

5th Week of Senior Year: Close Call

I'm a little late with this entry. Oh well.

Last week, on Wednesday, I choked on a pita chip while having lunch in Dante's with my friend Laura.

4th Week of Senior Year: Saving Face

I'm writing this post from my iPod, so forgive me if there are any typos/weird autocorrections.

Last week, I got into an argument with someone on Facebook. Without divulging into details, I will just say that I learned something I should have learned three years ago.

3rd Week of Senior Year: Seize the Moment

[I'd like to remind you that these posts are meant to recap the week before, not the week after. I haven't mastered time travel yet so I cannot recap future events :) ]

Last week was the first coffeehouse of this school year, and it was--as usual--on the quad. The first one is always on the quad.

2nd Week of Senior Year: No Direction

[I keep meaning to write these entries on Friday or Saturday and end up writing them on Sunday. Oh, well.]

This past week, I started realizing more about myself and about other students around me. Before I explain what I realized, though, let me first explain how I came to the realization (and believe, it's not a startling one).

The 1st Week of Senior Year: WHAT.

Hello, everyone. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday weekend. (I love how people say "holiday weekend." I'm like, it's just Labor Day.)

So I neglected to post this entry on Saturday as I had intended to, but that won't stop me from posting this entry today. So here goes--my reaction/recap of my first week of senior year of college.

Senior year: So many feels

Hey, everyone! As per usual, "sorry it's been a long time since my last post." Now, on to the entry. Today is my first day of my senior year of college. Most likely this is first day of my last year of school. Forever. *Cue dramatic music*

Gravedigging: a Burden and an Honor

I remember taking Global History back in high school. It was one of those courses that were split into two years--so the first year, we learned about pre-history up to Japanese isolation after Imperialism. It was a very broad spectrum of material to cover, but I remember that most of the interesting stories came from my global history classes (the tradition of sati, the Rosetta Stone, Caesar's assassination, the feudal system...all that good stuff). When doing our unit on India, one of the things we learned about was the caste system, and how the untouchables were at the bottom. The untouchables got the jobs that were considered beneath the upper castes...such as gravedigging. It's not a glorious job, but someone has to do it.

That Rare Breed of Guys

Last week, I was going to my journalism class and I showed up about an hour early. I decided to leave my stuff in the classroom anyway so I wouldn't be walking around with all my baggage (those who have seen me on campus know I carry a lot of baggage, haha). When I walked into the classroom, I saw a guy standing on the platform cleaning the whiteboard. He had shoulder length hair, and a newsboy cap, and I couldn't tell if he was a professor or a student. So I asked. To my surprise, he was a student.

Commuters' 10 Theses

This is directed toward my friends who dorm.

Commuters' Theses

A Blog Entry About Sleeping :)

It wasn't until this academic year--my junior year of college--that I started napping at school. If I'm really out of it and I'm starting to doze off in class, that's when I know I need a nap. I'll go to the Student Government lounge, flop onto a piece of furniture, and drift. I don't care who sees me. Today I learned that I can fall asleep in the library, too. Especially if I'm reading a book for class.

The Break-Up Story

Sometimes, I get tired of love stories. So here's the story of how my ex and I broke up.