I Actually Love College

I hate college, but love all the parties

Finishing kegs and crushin bottles of Bacardi

King of the class, I'd rather lay up with a hottie

Single doesn't mean I'm lookin' for somebody.

But school's good for one thing, I must add

And that's having a plethora of my vocab

Whole bags of verbs that I must grab

And throw down like a rich girl's bar tab

Spring Break

I'm such a malleable object.

I'm a ball of clay.

I'm a chameleon.

I change alot, based on who and what I'm surrounded by. There are traits, sure, that are definitely me, but even they can be dulled or sharpened.

Some days things make perfect sense, and the path ahead is clear. Other times I can't stop looking back, looking for side paths to take me off the road I've chosen.

Part of the next four years (almost 3 now), I suppose, is finding out who I am and who I want to be. I'll have to discover the things that I like, and the things that I hate. The choices that I'm okay with making, and the ones that I refuse to consider. The goals I'm going to set, and the failures I'm going to face.

I've already figuring out some of it, I think.

For now though, I'm just going to relax, recharge, and return to school a happier person than when I left.

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Live on purpose.***

Blink

I haven't been this scared in a long time
And I'm so unprepared so here's your valentine
Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody
This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful to me

I'm going to finish this later. I promise.

Edit:: I promised, didn't I?

It's Dead Week here on The Farm (yes, it's a nickname. Go wiki it if you don't believe me.), which means all sorts of fun. Dead Week is comprised of the 10th week of classes (we're on the quarter system, remember?), which I guess technically are 'optional', because professors aren't supposed to teach any new material but instead review for exams (of course almost all of my classes are nice enough to actually teach us new material though that will be on the final). A dreaded week of every quarter, and oh so easily forgotten once Week 1 rolls back around and we're happily discovering the quirks or pains of each new class that we enrolled in.

One of the perks of Dead Week though, is Primal Scream, whose name I believe is borrowed from Harvard (but the actual event is quite different: Harvard's Primal Scream involves streakers doing a lap around the quad). Every night of Dead Week, at midnight, everyone opens their windows or steps outside and lets out a howl at the top of their lungs. In that howl is all of the worries, troubles, stresses, tribulations, and problems that accompany everyday life. (actually, the name makes much more sense for our event than for Harvard's.)

I've got a few finals coming up in the week after next, and hopefully I can jump through all of the hoops that are set up for me. Fingers crossed?

Education

This week has felt like an eternity. For some reason, I've just been constantly jumping through hoops trying to catch up to the next one before it wipes out my footing form under me. No, not for some reason. Because I signed up for the quarter schedule. Because I signed up for these classes. Because I signed up for one of the top universities in the nation, if not the world. This is the price we pay, I guess, for a good education. The other price we pay is tuition. Today, thousands of people around the nation protested budget cuts in education, but this was most evident in the state of California. At the University of California Berkeley, students lined up to barricade main entrances to classrooms, preventing students from going in directly, and forcing them to take the long way around. A number of the classes had been cancelled anyway, in honor of the ideals that were being protested, but some of the teachers held classes, especially those who didn't feel like the protesters were justified in there actions.

Archaeology

Wow. Haven't been here in a while. I mainly get updates through my RSS feeds, so I don't really visit the blogger site in order to read what everyone's writing. Sadly, this means I forget about writing myself.

Today our Social Dance teacher said that more engineers take Social Dance than is proportional to the campus percentage of engineers. I have a theory about that. Engineers are smart enough to realize that they're not the most attractive of guys, usually. There are always exceptions to the rule, but most engineers are not extremely good looking, or athletic, and aren't the guys that you're immediately attracted to at first meeting. This means that they need to have other qualities, other redeeming talents, that make them stand out in a girl's mind. Dancing is one of these possible talents. Cooking is a pretty good one, and musicianship also works, but perhaps not as well. So the really smart engineers, the ones who have a clear self-image, know that learning how to dance makes them all the more attractive to girls. (For the record, I consider myself a pretty good dancer...ladies.)

I'm moving into the 9th week of the quarter, which means it's crunch time. I've realized that since about the 4th week of the quarter, I've had one paper due at the end of every week. And now that everything's coming to a close, these are some pretty non-trivial papers. For example, last week I had to draft a 12-page research paper, this week I have to research and write a 3,000-word term paper, and next week I have to write the final draft of the 12-page research paper. Oh, Stanford. I can find some things to spice it up with though. This Saturday is Frosh Formal, with the theme "Ocean's Thirteen" (clever.) I expect to go with my all-black ensemble. Who doesn't look good in black?

The frogs are out at night, since it's getting warmer. You can hear a chorus of croaking from the balcony.