Hey, nerds! Who’s got two thumbs, speaks limited French, and hasn’t cried once today?

Yes, I’m back to using Liz Lemon quotes as blog titles. They just sum up my life so perfectly.

I haven’t updated in a week, but in my own defense, I have been so incredibly busy between a new semester, a new job, a new volunteer position, new campus activities, and of course, a new football season!

That’s a heck of a a lot of new, you guys.

This semester I am taking four classes at Centenary (16 credits) and one at County (3 credits). I lucked out and all the classes are either at night or online which I prefer since these are typically taught by associate professors who are still active in their respective fields. I have Advanced Accounting II on Monday nights, Organizational Behavior on Wednesday nights, Quantitative Literacy on Thursday nights, and Management Styles and Corporate Responsibility are both online.

I’m also blessed with an amazing new job I started last week. I am working on the social media team for a well-known public relations agency and am involved with some really cool clients. I’m so excited to learn more and get some hands-on experience with a variety of brands.

Last week, I started volunteering with Eleventh Hour Rescue, a local dog rescue that I’ve admired for a long time. They go around the country (and world!) saving dogs who have been sentenced to death for no reason except a lack of room in overcrowded and underfunded shelters. I got to meet some great people and adorable pups and am hoping to get started on some fundraising, marketing, and events with them as well! PS if you’re one of my two readers, please consider taking a second out of reading this insanely interesting blog post to vote for Eleventh Hour in Chase Community Giving. They are so deserving and just one click can save the lives of countless puppies who are going to be killed for no reason. Please help them!

I’m also happy to announce that I finally worked up the courage to go to some Campus Ministry activities at our school. There are two weekly events – Worship on Tuesday nights and Food & Faith on Thursday nights. I felt very welcomed and have had some great conversations. Last night I even felt God using me to reach out to others. So awesome!

And last (but certainly not least!) it is officially football season!

My Alabama boys are currently 2-0 with crushing wins over Michigan and Western Kentucky. Our conference games start this Saturday at Arkansas.



It’s Ok Thursday

I’m getting back into the swing of things: new semester, new job, new adventures.

Let’s link up, shall we?

Its Ok Thursdays

It’s ok…

+ That I didn’t get very much done this summer, but instead watched a lot of Netflix and read 42 books

+ That only one of the aforementioned books was off of my classics list

+ That I had froyo for lunch yesterday

+ That some of my closest friends moved away. I’m determined to keep in touch.

+ That I didn’t really do any prep for school until about 15 minutes before I left for class

+ That I brag about being awesome

+ That instead of doing my laundry, I washed one pair of shorts, one top, and one bra to wear immediately

+ That I stayed up super late to finish a book and slept in until 9am

+ That I am completely dreading dog sitting next week

+ That I still haven’t paid my tuition for this semester

+ That I have way too many crushes right now

Back to school, back to school

And so another semester begins. I’m getting way too old for this. Sometimes I regret transferring and taking time off to work, but honestly I’m happier this way (and less in debt).

I created a pretty kick-ass schedule for myself this semester: all of my classes are at night or online and each is taught by an associate professor. I think it’s integral to learn from someone who is still active in their field and not just reciting facts from a textbook (further props if they don’t even assign a textbook, saving me lots of  money in the process!)

To set the tone for the next couple months, I thought I’d share some lessons I learned from my very first semester of college. These are things I wish I could go back in time and tell my 18 year old self, but it’s better that I learned this lessons first hand.

+ Go to class. Yes, I know you’re tired, and you mistakenly signed up for 8ams every single day, but you need to go. You can practically sleep through class, they’re not hard, but you need to go.

+ Don’t overburden yourself your first semester. College is very different from high school. Just because you were used to being on the go from 7am until 11pm every day doesn’t mean you’ll be able to maintain this schedule in college.

+ When you sign your name on a club’s info sheet at the organization fair, you are granting them permission to place you on their listserv and bombard you with emails for the rest of eternity.

+ Meet as many new people as you can. Not all of these people will be friend material, but you’ll figure that out along the way.

+ Be active. I went from dancing 30 hours a week in high school plus working out to doing almost nothing besides very long walks up hills trying to find parties. Those late night calzones will catch up with you quickly.

+ Don’t be afraid to initiate: I’m a natural hostess and invited my entire dorm to the season premiere of Grey’s Anatomy, booked our lounge, and provided snacks. Great way to meet people in a non-inebriated state.

+ Find one or two causes or groups you care about and get really involved. This is more fun and meaningful than attending 87 different club meetings a week and doing nothing but showing up.

+ Call home. Call your friends from home. Everything’s changing very quickly, but there’s nothing better than getting a reality check from the people who love you and know you best.

+ Don’t stress about having a crappy roommate. I talked to mine extensively before school, thought we had tons in common and would be best friends, and showed up to find she was a pothead. A nice pothead, but still, a pothead. She didn’t return for the second semester and I got a new roomie who I actually liked.

+ Get off campus. Find a volunteer opportunity, go for a hike, just do something that gets you out of the bubble that is a college campus.

What lessons do you wish you had learned before starting college?

The Real American Horror Story

I lived alone for a couple weeks during the second semester of my freshman year of college. I’m convinced I scared off my first roommate from returning to Ithaca with my collection of High School Musical posters. I had a new roommate lined up, but we had to deal with the bureaucrats of Res Life and there was some delay before she could move in. I made the most of having a Towers corner double to myself: I pushed the beds together, hosted a variety of events and slumbies, and enjoyed plenty of pantsless Broadway karaoke.

Now, as previously discussed, I am afraid of everything. I have an overactive imagination and all it takes is a commercial for a scary movie to send me into a frightened spiral. Therefore, living alone was not exactly the best experience.

One night, I was up late watching Sex and the City on TBS and writing a paper. I finished and went down the hall to brush my teeth. When I came back, SATC had ended and was replaced by the opening credits for Signs.

I had seen Signs that summer and let me tell you, it was not a pretty experience. I spent the whole time hiding under a blanket because if aliens showed up, they would never hurt a girl protected by a piece of cloth. For weeks I was convinced aliens were going to sneak into my attic and I constantly kept a bottle of water by my bed just in case.

So now I was having major flashbacks. I got ready for bed and decided to sleep with my curtains open, hoping the lights from the parking lot and people wandering around would help. However, there was a giant tree right outside and its branches were scraping against my window and making creepy alien finger shadows on the wall. I tried unsuccessfully to sleep until about midnight, when I called my sneezecracker boyfriend and begged him to come stay with me or at least let me come up to his room and sleep on his futon. He refused to protect me. (Note to guys: if a girl is scared, go protect her. She will be extremely thankful and bake you things and maybe even be a little slutty).

So there I was, scared and alone, with no hope for sleep. I tried watching some Family Guy reruns and distracting myself with Facebook stalking, but I was still scared. Finally, at about 4am, my friend Jackie messaged me and asked why I was still up and online. I admitted my dilemma and she immediately invited me up to sleep in her and Kristen’s room for the night. I grabbed my pillow and blanket and booked it out of my death room to sleep on their floor for 3 hours before I had to get up for class.

And that’s why I don’t watch scary movies.

I’m that girl you hate

You know that girl in the front of class with her hand raised, who always knows the answer?  The one who shows up early to every meeting?  The girl who takes on every task given to her, who gives 110% to everything she does?

Yup, that’s me.

And it should be you too.

The entitlement of our generation floors me.  It seems like everyone I meet expects their parents to shell out tens of thousands of dollars for college and then be handed a job on a silver platter just for sleeping through classes for four years.  Where is the engagement?  Where’s the hard work?  What are you learning from just scraping by?

I don’t care what anyone says: there are plenty of jobs out there for new grads.  What our nation is lacking is qualified grads to fill those jobs. In my sales class today, a girl actually complained that my professor would not accept her paper a week late.  She had no legitimate excuse and just expected to be catered to.  If this was an actual sales report at a real company, she’d be gone in a second.

It’s not easy.  Half of my classes make me want to peel of my eyelids.  But I still give it my all because that’s going to help me stand out in my career.  I want to be the girl winning awards, getting promotions, and reviving brands.  So go ahead and hate me, but it’s not gonna make me give any less than my best.

How many unicorns does it take to make a fairytale?

I’m a tranny.  No, not a transexual.  A transcollegiate, which is a fancy way of saying transfer student.  But tranny is way more fun. Please don’t throw things at me.

After taking a year off from school to work, I’m starting this semester at a new much smaller school close to home, but far from where I want to be.  I loved Ithaca, but finances and some other troubles got in the way of finishing my degree there.  It sucks being stuck with a year and a half left of school when I should be rocking it out at some amazing agency in the city, but I’m doing what I gotta do.  The two things I’m struggling with are 1. Living at home after being somewhat on my own living in amazing cities since I was 17 and 2. the complete ridiculousness of my classes.  While my AP scores took care of pretty much all my core requirements at Ithaca, Centenary requires an additional math, science, and English course for my major.  This means I’m taking a mix of 4000 level marketing classes and freshmen remedial filler classes.  I’m thrilled to be re-reading Beowulf for the first time since 10th grade, but not so thrilled with how elementary my classes are.  I’m a competitive girl and I like a challenge in everything I do.

As always, I like to find the humor in every situation.  And it’s no different now.  My most pathetic class, by far, is Quantitative Literacy, my math class.  They even disguise the name to trick everyone who hates math into taking it.

On the first day, we spent 97 minutes reviewing fractions.

Now I’m doing anything I can to avoid taking Calculus, so obviously I’m gonna suck it up and get an easy A in this class.  But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun.

Today we went over our first “lab”.  This “lab” consists of 7 “word problems” such as “Look up the cheapest airfare from Newark, NJ to Honolulu, Hawaii.  Does this cost more or less than the cheapest airfare from Philadelphia, PA to Honolulu, Hawaii?”

One of the questions involves looking up and finding the differences between temperature between here and Miami.  My professor actually had to clarify that he was looking for the difference in degrees, not in cloudy versus sunny.  He reminded us that to do math, you need numbers.

Which got me thinking (never a good thing)…

Numbers are really holding us back.

We are missing out on all sorts of amazing, unexplored abstract math problems.

For instance, does bubblegum – gumballs = bubbleballs? (pretty sure this is the opposite of blue balls.)

What do you get when you divide a chia pet in half?

How many unicorns does it take to make a fairytale?

These are life’s true questions.  And until we stop relying on numbers, we may never know the answers.