Christmastime is heeeeeere! Happy December! (a few days late) I am slightly stressing; no, not for finals. For the fact that I have absolutely NO Christmas presents bought or even thought up. Unless you all want items for Forever 21...my hands are tied until I come home. I am my grandmother's grandaughter. (Nani, I'm talking about you). Brianna and I spent too much time trying to figure out how to hang Christmas lights in our room. I mean come on, how many college freshman does it take to hang Christmas lights?? Apparently 2, plus a tall guy friend. But at least our room looks festive! And we have a little mini Christmas tree! Its no Euctalyptus, but it does make studying a bit more enjoyable.
Let me tell you all a little story about an experience I had yesterday. For my last Freshman Seminar class on Poverty, we went on a field trip. Instead of trying to organize rides amongst one another, everyone was on their own to get there. Easy enough, I thought. I printed out specific instructions from Google, who told me it was a quick 15 minute bike ride away. Knowing me and my sense of direction however, I decided to leave 30 minutes early--just in case. Off I went. I'm biking along, following the directions and feeling myself start slipping further and further away from campus as I pedaled. Then came the final instruction: Turn RIGHT on Colgate, LEFT on N Street. Easy enough. I'm biking down Colgate as I pass L St., then M, then...a dead end. A coldasack. No N St. in sight. Don't panic, I think to myself. Thanks to giving myself 30 minutes, I knew I had 10 minutes to find the place. For whatever reason I decided to just keep biking down Colgate; however, the further I went, the more into the "ghetto" I became immersed in. Prior to this, I didn't even know my school had one of those "other side of the tracks" areas. But the more I biked, the sketchier it got. At this point I feel myself getting more and more unaware of where I am or where I am going. I decided to stop (of course, right in front of a smoke shop) and re-assess. I looked at the map on my phone to locate N Street, and discovered I was nowhere near it. Starting to get a little freaked, I called both of my roommates to make sure I had the address right. Well, neither of them were home. Great. I was officially lost in the ghetto of Cowtown. On a bike. Late for class. I figured the best I could do was make a U-Turn and back track. As I'm waiting impatiently for the crossing light to signal green, a creepy old homeless man approached me, and seeing my iPhone, questioned "Hey! Where'd you get the iPod" and told his friend I probably "popped some pills" (how he made this deduction is beyond me). At this point I'm panicking. I bike away as fast as I can, sweating, breathing hard and to my surprise finally see the letter "N" peeking through a branch. Hallelujah! I think. Now let me remind you that I have no idea what I'm looking for; the teacher told us it was a "co-housing facility", but I didn't know if this meant an apartment building or what! I'm pedaling, pedaling and at long last I spy my professor, standing there with a little smile on his face. "Have any trouble getting here?", he has the nerve to ask me. Nope! None at all Dr. Weiner! (thats actually his name). I huff and puff my way inside, only to find out from my fellow classmates that they too got lost. Why? HE GAVE US THE WRONG ADDRESS. THE WRONG ADDRESS. Unbelievable. I had little trouble getting back afterwards (in the dark, mind you). So went my experience into the cowtown ghetto.
So that was fun.
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