Hello my faithful blogees! I am back in action after a restful spring break that was far too short. There's nothing quite like some good food and family time to get you feeling ready to take on the new quarter! 3 days in and I'm settling into the familiar feeling of business. Classes include Anthropology, Molecular Biology and Sociology; oh my!! Though I was most terrified of my Molecular and Cellular Biology class (anyone want to guess what the heck that is? not me.), my nerves were instantly calmed when I saw that the professor had written the power points in Comic Sans. Comic Sans; the font of Kindergarten teachers around the world. I don't think I've got anything to worry about.
You and I both know that my life became even more eventful after beginning my job as a tour guide. In the spirit of Tour Guide Tales, I must tell you about a few recent experiences. Though it feels like I am a non-stop walking and talking machine, my first tour was just a few weeks ago. Thankfully it wasn't raining (more on that later), and I had a fairly small group. All I will say is that there was a 4-year-old Indian toddler who insisted at walking right in front of my toes, looking up at me and beaming like I was a magical sugar plum fairy. I'm flattered, little girl, but your constant stepping on my toes is making me trip like no one's business. I let her hold my water bottle for a portion of the tour (which she of course held like it was baby Jesus himself) and practically followed me into the staff room when the tour was over. She's lucky she was cute, but I have to ask myself; what does a 4-year-old Indian toddler want with a tour of a University? Starting them reeeal early, I suppose.
I figured with a fairly harmless first tour out of the way, things could only get better (though I left with a hefty sore throat). Wrong. The other day I gave a tour; your average, run of the mill tour. The sky seemed gloomy as we left, but I figured an hour wouldn't kill us.
It killed us. About halfway into my Biological Sciences shpeel (is that a real word? It is now) I felt the first couple of raindrops. Definitely bearable, so I carried on. One by one, these drops began to fall harder and harder until out of nowhere came I complete storm. People were stepping in puddles and thrusting their jackets over their heads and trying to hide under trees. I for one had come prepared with my handy unisex tour guide rain jacket-until I realized that putting the hood on only completely covered my eyes. As it was rainning so hard that there were literally puddles in my shoes, I didn't know whether I should stop, laugh cry, crack a good ol' corny joke. I personally just wanted to clench my hands into fists, look into the heavens and shout, "WHYYYYYY???" But I did what any good tour guide would do; I simply talked through the entire script without hesitating. We made it back safe and sound (barely) and I made my way to the bathroom mirror. My hair was completely soaked and dripping down my face. I'm talking fresh out of the shower, major drenchage. I had random bits of leaf on my cheek that quite honestly made me feel pretty cool. Like I was part of an Amazonian tribe.
So there you go. Just a day in the life in this crazy, monsoon of a cowtown.
P.S. I label this "Part 1" because Decision Day is this Saturday. The day where every admitted student comes to campus. At once. We were trained at our staff meeting tonight on how to use a megaphone and how to walk the route in a backwards direction (as if walking backwards wasn't difficult enough) because we will have 50-60 people per group. Did I mention I'm doing tours back to back and we have to wear slacks to look important? So thats why "Part 1". Excitement is sure to come.
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