I've spent the past weekend goofing off and am sort of beating myself up over it. I really should be studying, but my heart isn't in my work right now. I did do some reading, but it's all been sort of rushed.
I think I'm going to buy some new jeans eventually; the ones that I have now are starting to feel a bit loose. It's funny... I tend to lose weight whenever I'm at college, even though I don't really think about it (at least beyond having picky eating habits). I suppose it's a combination of getting a bit more exercise and having more stress while I'm here. Maybe I should try marketing the 'stress diet' and let the cash roll in. ;)
I'm going to try and see a movie (I'm leaning towards Gosford Park, but tell me if you have any better ideas) on Saturday as a way to motivate me to get my work done earlier. Hopefully it'll work out.
Monday, February 25, 2002
Saturday, February 23, 2002
Las Flores
Today was... interesting. After finishing the RA homework, I worked on my essay, finishing just in time to go to performances. They were pretty crazy this year, with fewer 'cute' skits. The infamous 'pimp strut' was especially bizarre, with one scantily clad contestant even wearing a snake. I think a lot of people were shocked by her outfit. Anyway, after performances, the dorms all had bedtime stories. As I stated before, I read 'Make Way For Ducklings' which was less humorous than some of the other stories, but was still cute and fun to work on.
I have just gotten back from the year's big party; I usually don't really enjoy parties, but I had fun at this one. I suppose I'm usually so inhibited that I feel too stilted at parties. I've loosened up a bit though, thanks to a few glasses of champagne. I bet I'll feel very ill and/or embarrassed tomorrow, but I have to say I had a good time tonight.
I have just gotten back from the year's big party; I usually don't really enjoy parties, but I had fun at this one. I suppose I'm usually so inhibited that I feel too stilted at parties. I've loosened up a bit though, thanks to a few glasses of champagne. I bet I'll feel very ill and/or embarrassed tomorrow, but I have to say I had a good time tonight.
Friday, February 22, 2002
The Saga Continues
Of course, on the day that Thursday class wasn't held, I got up bright and early. How typical.
Anyway, after wasting my time, I headed to the Barnes and Noble and Acme (yes, there are Acme supermarkets here, but they don't sell anvils) to get a 'bedtime story' book for tomorrow night's hell week tradition and some alcohol for trials (seniors were requested to bring some). I got 'Make Way For Ducklings' as a nod to the Saturday duck pond run. On the way, I bumped into the infamous 'Barnes and Noble Guy', who was working at the counters. Here's the BANG (don't you adore acronyms?) story... I used to go to Barnes and Noble a lot during my freshman year, but this guy who worked there kept on following me, and asking if I needed help or about the books I was looking at. Needless to say, I learned to take the longer walk to Borders eventually, and didn't see him after my sophomore year (on Halloween, appropriately enough). I figured that he eventually found a job somewhere else. Well, I bumped into him today, and he observed that I hadn't been around lately and asked whether I was a student. I tried to be polite, but it was a weird, uncomfortable situation. Heh, poor guy.
I then went to the Acme; however, I learned something about Pennsylvania state law that day. Apparently, they only allow liquor stores to sell alcohol. I guess my lack of knowledge just goes to show what a party animal I am. I didn't have the time to get the alcohol, so I just decided to let it be. I rushed back to my fencing class. Because of Hell Week, the frosh were dressed in different outfits according to their 'home dorms' (such as the Denbigh Debutantes, the Rhodes Rodents, the Rockefeller Rock Stars, and, most famously, the Pembroke East 'whore corps' - the legend is that the dorm used to be a brothel or that the women living there, uh, sold themselves to get money for the war effort). During class, one of the girls had to say a Three Musketeers line whenever the teacher uttered the word 'fencing'; she learned to spell it out pretty quickly.
Anyway, after wasting my time, I headed to the Barnes and Noble and Acme (yes, there are Acme supermarkets here, but they don't sell anvils) to get a 'bedtime story' book for tomorrow night's hell week tradition and some alcohol for trials (seniors were requested to bring some). I got 'Make Way For Ducklings' as a nod to the Saturday duck pond run. On the way, I bumped into the infamous 'Barnes and Noble Guy', who was working at the counters. Here's the BANG (don't you adore acronyms?) story... I used to go to Barnes and Noble a lot during my freshman year, but this guy who worked there kept on following me, and asking if I needed help or about the books I was looking at. Needless to say, I learned to take the longer walk to Borders eventually, and didn't see him after my sophomore year (on Halloween, appropriately enough). I figured that he eventually found a job somewhere else. Well, I bumped into him today, and he observed that I hadn't been around lately and asked whether I was a student. I tried to be polite, but it was a weird, uncomfortable situation. Heh, poor guy.
I then went to the Acme; however, I learned something about Pennsylvania state law that day. Apparently, they only allow liquor stores to sell alcohol. I guess my lack of knowledge just goes to show what a party animal I am. I didn't have the time to get the alcohol, so I just decided to let it be. I rushed back to my fencing class. Because of Hell Week, the frosh were dressed in different outfits according to their 'home dorms' (such as the Denbigh Debutantes, the Rhodes Rodents, the Rockefeller Rock Stars, and, most famously, the Pembroke East 'whore corps' - the legend is that the dorm used to be a brothel or that the women living there, uh, sold themselves to get money for the war effort). During class, one of the girls had to say a Three Musketeers line whenever the teacher uttered the word 'fencing'; she learned to spell it out pretty quickly.
Thursday, February 21, 2002
Fire And Brimstone
This morining, I talked with the Real Analysis II professor about my situation; she's allowing me to take the class on a trial basis and advised me not to drop Topology just yet. I'll be taking a (take-home) test on Friday, and if I'm up to speed with the rest of the class, I can join the class. hopefully it'll work out. I went to a session of the class as well. Considering that they're just now working on something that is bandied about like common knowledge in the Topology class, I think might be easier just to catch up in Real Analysis.
I then had my other class (Abnormal Psych) and Chorale. Since today is the beginning of the hallowed Bryn Mawr tradition of Hell Week, there were a few interruptions by frosh who had been made to perform there. The most memorable was one girl who sang a Marilyn Monroe style 'Happy Birthday Mr. President' to the Chorale director. After getting back, there was schedule copying in the dorms; it was kind of sedate compared to my first-year experience.
I then met with other dorm seniors to talk about the Trials skits. A bit of background: Thursday night trials are when the frosh are 'tried' for various quirks and faults. The sophomores push for harsh punishments, the juniors try to be nice, and the seniors are the arbitrators and also 'swear in' the tried frosh. The seniors also orchestrate the evening with a theme and 'skits'... high school is our theme this year. In accordance with the theme, the sophomores are supposed to be bullies and the juniors will be nerds. The seniors do the 'performing'. Though most of the assigning of parts took place on Sunday, when I was 'very busy' and couldn't attend the meeting, there were a few spare parts up for grabs. I ended up getting the prom king; I borrowed a suit from a hallmate (though I have to pin the pants up for them to fit properly) and made a spiffy little crown. It should be fun, and I'll have to post pictures if they come out.
I then had my other class (Abnormal Psych) and Chorale. Since today is the beginning of the hallowed Bryn Mawr tradition of Hell Week, there were a few interruptions by frosh who had been made to perform there. The most memorable was one girl who sang a Marilyn Monroe style 'Happy Birthday Mr. President' to the Chorale director. After getting back, there was schedule copying in the dorms; it was kind of sedate compared to my first-year experience.
I then met with other dorm seniors to talk about the Trials skits. A bit of background: Thursday night trials are when the frosh are 'tried' for various quirks and faults. The sophomores push for harsh punishments, the juniors try to be nice, and the seniors are the arbitrators and also 'swear in' the tried frosh. The seniors also orchestrate the evening with a theme and 'skits'... high school is our theme this year. In accordance with the theme, the sophomores are supposed to be bullies and the juniors will be nerds. The seniors do the 'performing'. Though most of the assigning of parts took place on Sunday, when I was 'very busy' and couldn't attend the meeting, there were a few spare parts up for grabs. I ended up getting the prom king; I borrowed a suit from a hallmate (though I have to pin the pants up for them to fit properly) and made a spiffy little crown. It should be fun, and I'll have to post pictures if they come out.
Tuesday, February 19, 2002
New York!!! ... And Stuff
I had a fun Presidents' Day weekend worshipping at my altar of the Presidents in New York with Fred. Here's the story of what happened:
Since Fred's flight wasn't going to arrive until late on Saturday, I spent most of the day at Bryn Mawr procrastinating (I'll bet you didn't see that coming). At about 7, I got on the train to Penn Station in New York. When I had gone to New York before, I had taken the more efficient (but expensive) Amtrak line rather than the SEPTA and NJ transit lines. I was a tad bit nervous about getting lost, but everything was very straightforward. However, I did forget my contact lens case, so I had to get a replacement at a Penn Station pharmacy. I took a taxi to La Guardia airport and waited for a while before Fred's plane came in.
Since Fred's flight wasn't going to arrive until late on Saturday, I spent most of the day at Bryn Mawr procrastinating (I'll bet you didn't see that coming). At about 7, I got on the train to Penn Station in New York. When I had gone to New York before, I had taken the more efficient (but expensive) Amtrak line rather than the SEPTA and NJ transit lines. I was a tad bit nervous about getting lost, but everything was very straightforward. However, I did forget my contact lens case, so I had to get a replacement at a Penn Station pharmacy. I took a taxi to La Guardia airport and waited for a while before Fred's plane came in.
Friday, February 15, 2002
The Trek To Swarthmore And Other Tales
By some miracle, I was got up fairly early, and was able to get to my counseling appointment in time. I basically discussed my procrastination problems, and we talked about strategies to combat it. I have to work on breaking up my time better and setting firmer schedules for myself. Heh, it's a wonder I have been able to get this far given the sorry state of my study habits.
After a bit of stalling (I guess old habits die hard), I took the van to Swarthmore for thesis work; I had to get a hold of the microform copies of sources I needed. Unfortunately, microform isn't what you might call 'state of the art'... the text was blurry, particularly when I tried to print it. I had to write one of my texts ('A Tory Medley') out longhand; at least it's a source that I think I can use. In addition, the texts won't print out at a small size, so I couldn't fit a lot onto a page. I wanted to print out more, but I was running late and wanted to get back relatively early.
After getting back, I slacked a bit (I did get a bit of reading done while I was in the van, though). Later, I was able to bring myself to do a bit of reading, so I'm fairly happy with myself. Hopefully I'll be able to get the week's reading done tomorrow morning, since I'll be in New York with Fred for the rest of the weekend (yay).
I'm hoping I'll be able to be able to curb my procrastination. It's hard, since it seems that my mind is elsewhere, but I know it's a necessary thing to do.
After a bit of stalling (I guess old habits die hard), I took the van to Swarthmore for thesis work; I had to get a hold of the microform copies of sources I needed. Unfortunately, microform isn't what you might call 'state of the art'... the text was blurry, particularly when I tried to print it. I had to write one of my texts ('A Tory Medley') out longhand; at least it's a source that I think I can use. In addition, the texts won't print out at a small size, so I couldn't fit a lot onto a page. I wanted to print out more, but I was running late and wanted to get back relatively early.
After getting back, I slacked a bit (I did get a bit of reading done while I was in the van, though). Later, I was able to bring myself to do a bit of reading, so I'm fairly happy with myself. Hopefully I'll be able to get the week's reading done tomorrow morning, since I'll be in New York with Fred for the rest of the weekend (yay).
I'm hoping I'll be able to be able to curb my procrastination. It's hard, since it seems that my mind is elsewhere, but I know it's a necessary thing to do.
Valentines And Such
Oddly enough, I didn't have problems getting up this morning, despite the fact that I didn't exactly get to bed early. My day was pretty normal; I went from class to class without anything of importance happening. I did get a Valentines day gift from home, though. It consisted of a picture frame and a stuffed Woodstock doll. After class, I had a Yearbook meeting; it was alright, and people seemed to like my suggestion for the section dividers.
I'm a bit worried about my Topology class; most, if not all, of the other students have a more extensive math background than I do, and, while the prof does cover the basic concepts, it's a disadvantage when it's unusual for me but old hat to everyone else. It's a shame that it's too late to transfer to Real Analysis II, where I would be on a more equal footing. I'd drop the class, except I need it for my minor, and it would be terrible for me to have to give it up just for that one class. I suppose I'll just have to be super-conscientious and take advantage of office hours and TA sessions. I wish I were less shy, because then I'd be able to benefit from group work. It'll work out (these things always do), but it's not a fun situation to be in.
In other news, I worked on (and completed) the cover/preview image for the "Castle Sturmundrang" series of my comic! I won't be posting more until I have completed the first five pages, but this'll give you guys an idea of what to expect.
Goodnight everyone!
I'm a bit worried about my Topology class; most, if not all, of the other students have a more extensive math background than I do, and, while the prof does cover the basic concepts, it's a disadvantage when it's unusual for me but old hat to everyone else. It's a shame that it's too late to transfer to Real Analysis II, where I would be on a more equal footing. I'd drop the class, except I need it for my minor, and it would be terrible for me to have to give it up just for that one class. I suppose I'll just have to be super-conscientious and take advantage of office hours and TA sessions. I wish I were less shy, because then I'd be able to benefit from group work. It'll work out (these things always do), but it's not a fun situation to be in.
In other news, I worked on (and completed) the cover/preview image for the "Castle Sturmundrang" series of my comic! I won't be posting more until I have completed the first five pages, but this'll give you guys an idea of what to expect.
Goodnight everyone!
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