"Just a Lil' Memorizin' "

Sorry to say that my "adventures" are becoming less and less frequent as finals are approaching quicker and quicker. I must say, I got lucky enough this quarter to have already taken 2 finals, thus leaving me with only 2 during the official "Finals Week".  Seriously, can someone please re-name this time of doom? How about something more eloquent like, "End of Term Assessments" or even a casual "Just a Lil' Memorizin' "? Finals is just about the most depressing word I can think to describe tests that determine your fate. But I digress.

Remember the infamous blog post at last quarter's go-around? When I experimented with sticking headphones in my nostrils? Yeah. Get ready. This Friday begins the insane asylum that is my dorm room when Finals ensue...

I'm realizing that I need to stop writing about boring school stuff that nobody wants to hear. Sadly its all I've known recently. But this blog is about adventures, so let's see...Grandfather wanted to know more about the young men in my ballroom class. To which I have to respond; what men?? They are all boys. And believe me, there is a difference. The only "men" seem to off the market, which is rather unfortunate. I plan to continue in ballroom next quarter, and I can only hope that it provides me with a new mix of cuties who can dance.

Today I went downtown to get finger-printed, to prove to the church's nursery that I am not a felon. Glad we covered that. My title is to literally "hold babies", which is quite alright with me. Every week at church I see these little chubby balls of cuteness, and I have to refrain myself from running after them with outstretched hands, yelling "I WANT TO HOLD YOU!!!". Its a good thing, too, because I'm not sure if that would be well-received by the other nursery workers (not to mention parents).

As this quarter is coming to a close, I am quickly being reminded that in just a few more months I will no longer be a dorm-dweller. I can't even think about this without wanting to cry! I'm going to be such a loner next year! Part of me is excited to no longer bear the title of "Freshman" (my friends and I are convinced that we aren't even considered part of the student population; "Oh yeah, there's UC Davis Students and then there's Freshman!").  But this year has been so much fun that I can't imagine living away from all my friends! Boo. Typical me, worrying about something that is 12 weeks away. But its still bittersweet. Although I must say, I am beyyyyyond excited to have a break from dc food. Don't get me wrong, ours is better than most, but there is only so much salad bar one girl can take. And let's not even talk about the days they don't have garbanzo beans. You do NOT want to see me when they don't have garbanzo beans.

Well friends, its about time I get back to my studies. Story. Of. My. Life. Spring break is right around ze corner, and I can't promise too many updates until then. But hey, finals insanity can make for the best stories...!

School & Nudists.

Somebody tell me to stop. Please. Really, I should be writing my History essay right now. Whats that? You all want a new enthralling blog post written by yours truly? Oh fine, you win! (Please hold History paper).

Hello fellow readers! Before I forget, I must welcome my dear friend ZOE (not cousin Zoe with two dots above the "e"...try not to get confused), as my newest "audience" member, if you will! She recently discovered this lil' blog o' mine, and it seems I have a new fan! Woohoo! Grandparents, please welcome her to the club.

Enough with the shout-outs...2nd Quarter is just chugging right along! Rather fast, in fact. Believe it or not I have just a mere week and a half until finals, and then I am outta here baby! (For a week. Still.) Have I even started studying? Of course not.  But I have begun studying on Saturdays and that is progress in my eyes. I already have my classes lined up for next quarter, which I shall reveal once they are finalized. It feels good to start taking classes that are going towards my major; now if I only I could decide what else to study...it is stressin' me out, friends! My mind must change daily. Sometimes twice daily. English? Writing? Design? Dance? Communications? Anthropology? Education? All of the above? HELP.

I am just at that point where my future could go in literally any direction I want it to; which is why I am starting to feel a little bit of the pressure to take classes that contribute to that said future. Here's the problem, folks; I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT FUTURE IS. #collegestudentproblems

Okay, I am being a bit dramatic (so out of character, right??).  I really am enjoying my time as a Freshman who for the time being, doesn't really have much to worry about. Just things like what I will wear to my ballroom field trip tonight. We are going salsa dancing! Yippee Skippee! In other dance happenings, I have to perform my very own choreographed solo in front of the class. As a final. And in whatever lapse of conscious thinking I was having, I volunteered to go first. Yes, I am terrified. OH! And I must tell you one last little dance excursion I went on...we were supposed to attend our teacher's dance performance on Saturday.  I didn't know what to expect, but I went and WOAH did I not see that coming! Um, yes. She was naked. They were all naked. Nude, unclothed, MY PROFESSOR DANCING WITH NO CLOTHES ON. I get it, "Its art! Its expression!" UMM its disturbing is what it is! Goodness! A little bit of warning would have been nice! Oh, but wait...I later scanned the program and found it to have a disclaimer on it: "This performance is rated R for graphic nudity". Oh.

Last quarter it was naked statues, this quarter its naked teachers. What is happening.