What’s Up? (12/9/13)

This blog has 50 followers now, which is a great statistic and all, except I know how willy-nilly I give out “follows” on WordPress, and I imagine that most of these followers are just looking for follow-backs. Except that I know some of you out there must be actual followers because you don’t actually write blogs, and some of you have liked and left comments on posts… so maybe there’s something cool happening here after all.

Continuing with the whole, life-not-on-fire business (which is a term I’m starting to like), I thought I’d write what my schedule looks like, in part so that I can finally see what’s due when, and in part so that you can see what kind of work load I’m facing.

Monday: Nothing’s due today, but free time should be used to complete things ahead of schedule.

Tuesday: Some meaningless assignment is due at 3PM from a horrible professor I wish I could forget, in a class that added very little to my communication-skills portfolio. (Is currently 60% complete as of this post). Tuesday should be spent completing assignments and studying for the might giant that is Wednesday.

Wednesday: The 3,000-4,000 story about Row House Cinema is due, along with a Podcast about the story, by 12PM. (Is currently at 3,500 words as of this post, but still needs a lot of work). The final story determines most if not all of my grade in that journalism class. Intro to Psychology final exam at 2PM; it can’t hurt my final grade which currently stands at a C, but it could raise it as high as a B. Wednesday should be spent in part on the two things due that day, and then after 3PM focus should shift to Thursday’s workload.

Thursday: A 2,000 word research paper about sonic branding is due by 12AM for my Consumerism course. (It currently stands at 1,000 words). This paper will not determine whether I pass or fail, but it will have a significant impact on the grade, though the professor seems to be an easy grader. Thursday should be spent working on Friday’s workload and airport preparation.

Friday: A 2,000 word revised edit of an existing 600-1,000 word paper is due by 10AM, and then a final exam based on this semester’s literature readings will take up my time until 11:30AM. Flight is at 5PM, so there is some backup time to pack and prepare for flight if I’m too busy to do these things on Thursday.

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On Recovering From Bad Days

Things were going well today, I slept amazing after only getting three hours of sleep the previous night. I had a tasty, if not rushed breakfast. I had a delicious second breakfast a few hours later. Media and consumer culture was interesting as ever, and Dr. Paterson’s charming British accent and soft voice could lift the dreariest spirits. However, during Small Group Communications I kind of lost “it.” This of no fault of Mr. Dutcher, but during the class my mind was flooded with all sorts of fears, regrets, paranoia, thoughts of loneliness and of sexual desires. These were by no means day-dreams I allowed myself but rather a constant storm of thoughts that I tried and failed to brush off. The class ended and I raced to get home and relax. On the way I filled up my water thermos and proceeded to drop it and spill the entire contents all over Posvar Hall. I saw people staring at me. I picked up the now empty thermos and just walked out of there as fast as possible, embarrassed and angry. On the way home I abandoned my usual confidence with crossing the street in front of cars and instead waited for all the cars to get out of the way first, and I cursed my awkwardness. All of this, while in sweltering near 90’s heat and self conscious about my sweaty appearance.

When I got home I didn’t lay down and let myself think about how bad the day was, and try to sleep it off. I did things. I watched dumb Vines, I watched dog videos that made me laugh, I played a little guitar. I went shopping for ingredients, I made a spinach alfredo pizza. On recovering from bad days: have faith in doing things, and keep doing things until things get better.

What’s Up? (8/27/13)

So my first two days of class this semester have been pretty good. English Literature’s “Forms of Prose” actually seems really interesting, as we’ll be reading lots of memoirs and stuff – and English Writing’s “Intermediate Nonfiction” seems to be more of the interview, longform nonfiction I’ve been writing for over a year now. The Communication classes I’ve had today were “Media and Consumer Culture” and “Small Group Communications.” The “Consumer Culture” class is taught by this British Doctor who seems pretty awesome (he knew what made The Terminator a robot and Robocop a cyborg) and the teacher for “Small Group Comm” looks a little bit like Tom Hanks.

These first two days though have made me feel a little upset at how apprehensive I am about talking to old classmates. I’ve ran into a few over the last two days and I’ve just found myself unable to do anything more than a little “Hello” wave, when what I really want to do is say hello and keep a conversation going.

You know what though? I’m only two days deep, and I shouldn’t be kicking myself already… I tell you what though, seeing all of these college kids in pink and blue twill shorts is driving me crazy. I’d look good in a pair! My shirts combined with those shorts would kick the crap out of those other kid’s shirt-short combos. Gah! Why don’t I have a pair? I might buy a pair, and get a haircut this weekend. Conformity ensues.