Okay, so the two things I wasn't going to miss about Wildwood were 1) the retreat 2) Humanities finals. Well, earlier in this semester I committed to an RUF retreat, so that lovely escape went out the window. Yesterday and today I've had not one, but TWO humanities finals.
Yesterday I sat down for two hours of franticly-written essay questions on the Ancient World. Today I'm going to have to do the same for Western Civ. Why did I pick so many honors courses (rolls eyes?)
But in a few short hours I'll be through with my first semester of college! Hmm, and back to sloooow internet connection at home.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Monday, December 12, 2005
Behind Every Great College There Is. . . Conspiriacy Report #1
[dramatic music playing] I recently discovered that my college has entered into contract with a shadowy organization that dictates principles of school life, restricts our freedoms, and subtly tries to indoctrinate the students. What is this organization? Is it a pact with the great Master of Lies himself? No. Is it bowing obeisance to a group of highly intelligent rats? Not that I know of (hmmm. . .I'll have to investigate that some more). Is it a devious plan to allow a totalitarian dictator to take over the world? Not really. It is [dramatic flourish] COKE!
Yes, believe it or not, Coca Cola governs what we drink at community meetings. How did I stumble upon this piece of pertinent information? I went to a community meeting for 4th and 5th floors, and some friends and I were talking to our PA afterwards (there was food--always helps encourage participation) when she said something along the lines of "I wish there were more choices of soda, but almost all of the coke products were out." Another girl laughed and said "Why didn't you just get some other kind of soda?" My PA replied, totally serious, "We're only allowed to buy coke products with community funds [in term of soda]." I think all of our jaws dropped open. Apparently Coke donates generously to residential life, and one of the terms is (of course) a monopoly of coke products.
I guess that would explain the lack of Dr. Pepper in the dining hall, and why campus is almost completely free of Pepsi products(you can still buy it at, say, Mizzoumart, but not in vending machines, or dining halls, or food courts, etc.). Personally, I'd much rather have Coke than Pepsi, but for people who prefer Pepsi it would be kind of horrible. So, the moral of this story is: Forget about asking all those questions on college visit of "What are classes like?" or "How's the technology on campus?" Just keep your eyes open around soda machines and whisper surreptitiously to your guide "So who are you really working for?" Because being stuck inn Pepsi land for four years would nbe most unpleasent.
Yes, believe it or not, Coca Cola governs what we drink at community meetings. How did I stumble upon this piece of pertinent information? I went to a community meeting for 4th and 5th floors, and some friends and I were talking to our PA afterwards (there was food--always helps encourage participation) when she said something along the lines of "I wish there were more choices of soda, but almost all of the coke products were out." Another girl laughed and said "Why didn't you just get some other kind of soda?" My PA replied, totally serious, "We're only allowed to buy coke products with community funds [in term of soda]." I think all of our jaws dropped open. Apparently Coke donates generously to residential life, and one of the terms is (of course) a monopoly of coke products.
I guess that would explain the lack of Dr. Pepper in the dining hall, and why campus is almost completely free of Pepsi products(you can still buy it at, say, Mizzoumart, but not in vending machines, or dining halls, or food courts, etc.). Personally, I'd much rather have Coke than Pepsi, but for people who prefer Pepsi it would be kind of horrible. So, the moral of this story is: Forget about asking all those questions on college visit of "What are classes like?" or "How's the technology on campus?" Just keep your eyes open around soda machines and whisper surreptitiously to your guide "So who are you really working for?" Because being stuck inn Pepsi land for four years would nbe most unpleasent.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
When (Wardrobe) doors close. . .
Well, we've just finished our last reader's theatre sunday school of the semester. It's always slightly sad to see things come to an end, especially something as fun as Narnia. The white witch has been defeated, the Pevensies are safely home, and my time as Wolf/Creature #1/Mr. Tumnus/Mrs. Beaver is over. It's amazing to think that I've been going around wishing people "Merry Christmas;" time sure has flown. Maybe coming home will be something like stepping back through the wardrobe door into England, finding out that I'm not quite all grown up yet. Then again, maybe not. It'll probably be more like entering Narnia again to find that Cair Paravel is in ruins ("Look what we did to you're room, Lee Anne!") and that centuries have gone by ("Wait--you did WHAT while I was gone?").
Friday, December 09, 2005
YESSSSSSS!
I just sent in my last paper of the semester!!!! Now I have to study for finals, but right now I'm going to take a loooong nap. I've had seven assignments due in the last two days. :P It's been exhausting (after all, I had to squeeze time in there to watch 'Firefly' episodes too. . .) Oh, lovely weekend!
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Life, the Universe, and Fire Alarms
I just got back from a dorm event called "NOT AGAIN," talking about the dangers of pulling fire alarms, how serious it is, etc. Most of us went cuz they were offering free hot chocolate and snacks and money for the top floor attendance (our floor came in third, which wasn't bad). Yes, we are still having multiple false fire alarms. Apparently they tend to get worse during finals week. Just what I needed to look forward to. The evening had some serious overtones, though. They showed videos about how students have died in fires and I even started to cry (well, tear up. and I did have my contacts in).
This past weekend some fun things happened. I helped out with a community service project. Each floor competed in a food drive, then had to build something out of the cans. Our floor (thanks to the brilliant plan of my roommate, Amber) build a replica of Jesse Hall and the Columns. Basically it was Amber, Jason, our PA Laura and her boyfriend Kevin, and myself (I termed myself "creative consultant"). They let me make the columns, but I was told not to touch the building. Hmm, I wonder why. . . (LOL, actually a smart idea). I came up with several special touches, including stairs out of paper and a flag for the top of the building. We used Christmas lights to represent the Quad. We had a lot of fun, and the end result was amazing. Lots of people stopped by to complement it, and Jason freaked out when girls called it "cute." I told him not to worry, it was stately. But I teased him about it anyway.*Wicked Grin*
I went to the Nutcracker ballet and a play this Saturday. The Nutcracker was, well, The Nutcracker. The youngest daughter was called Maria, not Clara, which surprised me. My favorite parts were the Spanish and the Arabian dancers (who were amazing, by the way). The play was at our Corner Playhouse, which is about a ten minute cold walk from my dorm, but worth it. This was the second play I've gone to there. It's small, but the plays are really fun. This time it was "a dark comedy about the dark ages" called "Incorruptible." It's about these monks who have the bones of a saint, but are totally out of money, When another abbey claims to have the bones of the same saint--and their bones are working miracles--they are at their wits end of what to do. The Pope was skipped over the promised visit to visit this other place, and their saint's bones aren't working miracles, so our monastery has nothing to draw in pilgrims with. When they find out that this is because a one-eyed minstrel dug up a body and sold it to the other abbey, they realize they have found a way to make money. Subsequently, they empty their churchyard by selling the bones of "saints" to all these other churches. Only problem? They're too successful. After they've sold seventeen heads of John the Baptist, etc. they realize they are in trouble. Again. It's really quite a funny play, and doesn't make fun of the church so much as of self-serving people. Well, it doesn't provide good examples, but the end--surprisingly enough--sends the message that faith can work miracles.
This past weekend some fun things happened. I helped out with a community service project. Each floor competed in a food drive, then had to build something out of the cans. Our floor (thanks to the brilliant plan of my roommate, Amber) build a replica of Jesse Hall and the Columns. Basically it was Amber, Jason, our PA Laura and her boyfriend Kevin, and myself (I termed myself "creative consultant"). They let me make the columns, but I was told not to touch the building. Hmm, I wonder why. . . (LOL, actually a smart idea). I came up with several special touches, including stairs out of paper and a flag for the top of the building. We used Christmas lights to represent the Quad. We had a lot of fun, and the end result was amazing. Lots of people stopped by to complement it, and Jason freaked out when girls called it "cute." I told him not to worry, it was stately. But I teased him about it anyway.*Wicked Grin*
I went to the Nutcracker ballet and a play this Saturday. The Nutcracker was, well, The Nutcracker. The youngest daughter was called Maria, not Clara, which surprised me. My favorite parts were the Spanish and the Arabian dancers (who were amazing, by the way). The play was at our Corner Playhouse, which is about a ten minute cold walk from my dorm, but worth it. This was the second play I've gone to there. It's small, but the plays are really fun. This time it was "a dark comedy about the dark ages" called "Incorruptible." It's about these monks who have the bones of a saint, but are totally out of money, When another abbey claims to have the bones of the same saint--and their bones are working miracles--they are at their wits end of what to do. The Pope was skipped over the promised visit to visit this other place, and their saint's bones aren't working miracles, so our monastery has nothing to draw in pilgrims with. When they find out that this is because a one-eyed minstrel dug up a body and sold it to the other abbey, they realize they have found a way to make money. Subsequently, they empty their churchyard by selling the bones of "saints" to all these other churches. Only problem? They're too successful. After they've sold seventeen heads of John the Baptist, etc. they realize they are in trouble. Again. It's really quite a funny play, and doesn't make fun of the church so much as of self-serving people. Well, it doesn't provide good examples, but the end--surprisingly enough--sends the message that faith can work miracles.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Attack of the Evil Foam Beads
[Spooky Music Plays] The girl is sitting on her bed, quietly reading, then gets up to get something from her closet [spooky music gets louder]. You, because of the spooky music playing, want to yell out "NOOOOOO! Don't reach down!" but you're too late: she pulls back her hand to find it covered in tiny white spots about a millimeter wide. Frowning, she tries to brush them off, but they now stick to both hands. Gasping, she steps back as the room is enveloped in a flurry of tiny white whatever-they-ares, covering bed, floor, desk, and clothes. She tries to scream, only they fall down here throat, choking her. . .
K, so maybe it wasn't quite that dramatic, but certain facts about this new microscopic life form are true.
1. They came out of my computer lap-desk pillow thing.
2. They have very powerful and subtle attaching properties.
3. They multiply rapidly (at least, they spill rapidly), and survive by attaching themselves to anything within site.
Right now, two days later, there are still at least a hundred around my desk, not to mention the stragglers on my bed, floor, coat, shirt, backpack, etc. They would actually make very good spy cameras or bombs. . .
My roommate suggested that we empty the rest of the pillow (this was only about 1/100 of it) on somebody: a new tar-n-feathering. [Wicked Grin] Or put them over someone's door, have them dump everywhere like confetti, only wicked-sticks-around-so-you-can-never-get-rid-of-it-tiny-white-dots-confetti. I suggested calling someone in and saying. "Help! there are all these bug eggs, and I don't know what to do. aaahhh! one's hatching!"
Ooh, fact number 4: They have ability to fill human minds with devious tricks.
K, so maybe it wasn't quite that dramatic, but certain facts about this new microscopic life form are true.
1. They came out of my computer lap-desk pillow thing.
2. They have very powerful and subtle attaching properties.
3. They multiply rapidly (at least, they spill rapidly), and survive by attaching themselves to anything within site.
Right now, two days later, there are still at least a hundred around my desk, not to mention the stragglers on my bed, floor, coat, shirt, backpack, etc. They would actually make very good spy cameras or bombs. . .
My roommate suggested that we empty the rest of the pillow (this was only about 1/100 of it) on somebody: a new tar-n-feathering. [Wicked Grin] Or put them over someone's door, have them dump everywhere like confetti, only wicked-sticks-around-so-you-can-never-get-rid-of-it-tiny-white-dots-confetti. I suggested calling someone in and saying. "Help! there are all these bug eggs, and I don't know what to do. aaahhh! one's hatching!"
Ooh, fact number 4: They have ability to fill human minds with devious tricks.
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