Something New

It’s pouring outside. I’m listening to it as I sit on my bed.

My REAL bed.

That’s right, my dear readers, this young “adventurer” has made it back home safe and sound after a year of perilous exams and papers, daring escapades into Worcester, and bold interactions with Kimball Dining Services.

Oh yes, I have survived and dragged you all along with me!

As the rain is battling it out with Lady Gaga for my attention (it’s what happens to be playing on the radio right now…I shall hold my head in embarrassment at a later time) I will tell you the story of how I happened to get here.

It was horrendous actually. Yesterday, after finishing my Organic exam, it occurred to me that I still had my poetry paper due.  I went back to my room to finish it up…and ended up falling asleep for a couple hours. The problem with the paper was not so much that I didn’t want to do it, for I have discovered a secret passion for poetry I never knew existed (I bookmarked poets.org for my own amusement), but that I didn’t know what to say. It was one of those things where you want to say something completely epic and mind blowing…and you come up with nothing.

I worked on it, and submitted the final copy ten minutes before my parents came to pick me up. I don’t consider it up to par, but we’ll see what happens. As it turns out, I hadn’t packed because I was working on my essay, so that involved another few hours running back and forth between my room and the car as bag by bag filled up. I never knew I had so much stuff! There was hardly any room in the car at all as we drove back. All of it is sitting on my bedroom floor with no where to go!

On that note, the mess in my room beckons. I hope you all have a good summer, and if you happen to be coming to the Hill next year and see me traversing along, say hello. And if you happen to be lost feel free to approach me—I’m sure I can point you to someone who knows where they’re going.

Thank you for reading!

Hey everyone! After spending my spring break vegetating (all I did was go on Facebook, watch the animated Redwall and Martin the Warrior series on YouTube, and work a tiny bit on my poetry essay), I’m ready to dive back into the action and pick up where I left off.

For starters, I have vowed upon my honor as a nerd/geek that I will do better in Invertebrate Zoology than I did in Botany. I want to do well in that class, and this time around I will! Albeit, I could never remember my phyla in botany, but I’ll get it down for invertebrates. Professor Ober seems like an awesome professor. She introduced our class to the Tree of Life yesterday and got really excited when she hit showed us some beetles. She seems like such a funny lady; I’m sure we’ll get along great.

Speaking of developing my inner nerd, I received an email from Professor Herrick inviting all of us Clavius Scholars (it’s a scholarship thing that Professor Herrick runs) to a poetry reading on Friday. It’s a poem about hemoglobin. I am not ashamed to say that I giggled in delight upon receiving said email and poor Kristy could only give me a look, which seemed to say “Why am I roommates with such a geek?”. However, I am a loveable nerd, so it’s all good…I think.

I had my Kimball Captain interview today as well. I was terrified. Apparently there was an unprecedented amount of applicants this year (which I suppose is not surprising, as my class was the year of unprecedented appliers to Holy Cross). It wasn’t as bad as it could have been though. Inigo (the Kimball Student Organizer, or KSO) was very nice about the whole thing. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what happens! Whatever the case, I had a great year working at Kimball and I just hope I get a spot!

And for all you seniors who applied to come here, I wish you the best of luck. Responses should be coming back, or have already come (I can’t remember the date they’re supposed to let you know). No matter where you go, I hope you pick the college that’s right for you!!

Hey everyone,

I hope you all had a good Columbus Day weekend! For my Columbus Day weekend, I went home, so I thought for today’s entry I’d talk about what happens when you return from college for an extended period of time.

First off, I’d like to point out that college during break is eerily empty. Most people left for home on Friday afternoon, but I didn’t go home until Saturday morning, so Friday night I was stuck in my dorm room marveling at the emptiness of the hallway. It reminded me of the way the hall is at two in the morning on school nights when normal, sane people are sleeping. Deserted. In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that someone in the floor above me was blasting their music, I’d be a little freaked out that a Friday night could be so dead.

On Saturday, I went to the mall with my mom. I saw one of my college friends there. Frankly, it was a little weird to think about, because it seems like the world has gotten a whole lot smaller. Running into Maynard people at the mall is one thing, but running into college friends? Seeing Abi is always a pleasure, but in the world outside college, it felt weird to think that a few months ago, if we had been in a similar situation, I wouldn’t have recognized him at all.

On Monday, I hung out with some of my high school friends. One of them is a senior at MHS and she told me the most surprising thing about it. My old school (and when I say old, I mean old) no longer keeps the doors wide open, but instead has acquired a doorbell.

A doorbell.

It completely blew my mind, and as I tried to process it, she told me about some of my former teachers, and about some of the new ones. Yet again, my mind can’t seem to wrap around the fact that life at MHS goes on, even though me and the rest of the class of ’08 aren’t around to see it.

I came back to the Hill on Tuesday night and realized one of the worst things about going home for the weekend. It’s sad coming back. Admittedly, it’s no where near the same as it was on move-in day, but going home is such a big reminder of how things used to be, and you end up missing it all over again.

What’s even weirder than that is that despite my best intentions, I got almost no work done during the break, so I had to clamber down and finish it up. There isn’t enough time to be homesick.

Go figure.