Guys…if I had the option of removing my back, I would. It hurts so bad. It’s because of those damn dorm beds. They are killer!
So I am at Whits, a local coffee shop. I actually posted about it awhile back when I was here for orientation. I am drinking the most refreshing cup of tax free, unsweetened-and-then-sweetened-with-sweet-n-low, iced tea. I am wearing a sweatshirt with my sport shorts but I’m still really hot. I can’t wait for “big sweat shirt/everyone looks fat/layers” weather. I like wearing summer clothes and stuff, but my legs are embarrassingly white and I really like wearing jeans. I think they’re comfy.
So I skated again today. My pinky toe is killing and I fell on my ass so hard, I think my intestines were knocked up into my gut. It hurt so bad. And it wasn’t one of those “cute” kind of falls…it was a “wow, you actually just made yourself look like a complete dork when you did that.” SOOO…yeah, figure skater probzzz.
I swear, I am looking out the window here in Whits to downtown Athens and there are some weird ass people here. Oh well…it’s Athens, so what are you gonna do?
So let me tell you all the funniest story you’re going to hear all week: I have a political science class. I kind of actually like it, even though it is Global Politics. Anyway, on Monday, after class, I went up to my professor, a woman of probably 33 to 35, and asked her if we would be writing any essays this year. She was like, “Well, unfortunately, yes we will have to write some.” I was like, “Oh, no, I’m a journalism major, I actually prefer to be writing essays.”
Anyway, on Wednesday, our “second class day” for PoliSci, we were talking about how global issues have evolved and been made more complicated and such. Someone brought up the advancement of technology. So I, being the great student I am, raised my hand to add on to what this other student said. ”Well, kind of going off what he said, I think we should be using technology to be running more back ground checks. For example, the guy, the psychiatrist, at Fort Hood who murdered a number of soldiers, is an absolutely ridiculous and preventable situation.”
I shit you not, this is what she said to me: ”Yeah, I am a little hyper sensitive about words like, “ridiculous. I think those words are okay for discussion, but I ask you not to use them in a formal essay.”
Excuse me? Excuse me?!
I KNOW you did not just A) try to tell me what I should and shouldn’t write in a formal essay, B) condescend me in front of this entire class.
Because that would definitely make me think you are a patronizing, micromanaging, and impertinent ninny. (Big enough words for you, love?)
I mean, it’s not like I didn’t freaking mention I want to freaking write for the rest of my freaking life… I’ve written a couple essays in my short, 18 years I’ve had on Earth. Oh, want to look at my resume? I’ve won two awards for two essays, one being a research essay on the physics and chemistry of swimming, and the other, an essay for a senior class essay contest, about a quote that has relevance and meaning in my life. Oh, and not to mention the countless articles, I’ve written on my own because we didn’t have a paper, about sports and other happenings on campus. And, I forgot, I interned for a news weekly this past summer. I didn’t just wake up one morning and say to myself, “You know what? I think…I think I’ll go to journalism school today.” Thank you, I’ll be receiving my Pulitzer now.
Just kidding, but do you see where I’m coming from? The one thing I seriously can’t stand…the one thing that makes me want to yank someone by their hair and slam them into the floor is when someone condescends me. I understand there is a time and place for that, but not when I’m 18 and in college. Maybe when I was 4 and I was trying to stick my fingers in an outlet, but not when I am trying to have a legitimate class discussion in front of 100 other 18, 19, 20 year olds. Not when I have decided to go to college instead of sitting on my ass, watching Oprah all day because I’m lazy. No, do not try to “show me up” and “put me in my place” and teach me how to write an essay, especially when you’re a political science teacher. I went to high school, a damn good one at that. I took two AP English classes that taught me how to critically read short stories, pick out the symbols and themes, analyze, and be able to write in a 10 page essay, the similarities between a cluster of poems and Wuthering Heights. I placed out of freshman english. I know how to write an essay.
If I were an extreme right wing conservative, I would say she did that because I mentioned the military in a mostly liberal environment. But I’m not, so I’m just going to go with “ignorance” as the reason.
ANYWAY, wasn’t that funny? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ahhhh. I kill mahself!
I love that song, “Play It Again” by Luke Bryan. It describes my summer with the boyfriend. I miss that kid so much.
Ain’t he just the damndest thing? I knoowwww :]]]] GOSH I miss him. Okay, enough with the mushy shit. Y’all don’t come here for that.
So the first football game is this Saturday but it’s in Louisville. Oh well, next weekend.
ALSO, I got a spot on the campus newspaper as a reporter for the Women’s Golf team. Not exactly an ideal position but listen to this reasoning.
I figure, if I write about golf and get published in The Post, then I already have my name out there, and if they like my writing style, then my chances of getting a larger sport to write about, like basketball or football, are greater than just walking on in the middle of the winter or football season. You know? It makes sense in my head…
I also have this great idea for The Speakeasy, an online magazine, or something like that, but I am not going to share it on here until Wednesday because I want you to A) come back and read this blog again, and B) if by any chance, you are a journalism student here, I love you and I respect your life decisions, but I don’t want you to steal my idea because I am pretty sure it’s brilliant.
Oh my gosh, I just shifted in my seat and accidentally pooted…oh my goodness how embarrassing! I hope no one heard…