me and ally want to get married. to boys...

Fuuny things I've seen that make college interesting.

A man riding a bike with a dog on his shoulder.
A person on a unicycle.
Bales of hay in the quad.
Multiple people singing. Out loud. With their headphones on.
High school students at the Union pretending to be in college.
An old man in the Union. Either asleep or dead. Really can't be sure around here.

I'll keep you posted.

This weeekend a bunch of people are going home. Not this lady. Nope. You are encountering a genuine, authentic, big kid.

Actually, I just don't feel like making the drive. I appreciate that it's a long weekend. But it's a pretty short visit if you ask me. Plus, there's so much to do around here this weekend. One thing I have planned is to chaperone a high school lock-in a the BCM. You know what this tells me?

I'm not in high school anymore!
Yes. It's actually true. My professors no longer feel the need to tell us about assignments. They just post them on Moodle assuming we'll run into them. It's a problem. Because sometimes I don't check Moodle until right before I go to bed. Then I find out I have a project due tomorrow. Great.

A good reason not to Facebook in class. Your teacher might have a bonus quiz at the end. Even if you were kind of paying attention, you probably won't know the answer. Luckily, the kid next to you might look it up and announce it to the room. Not that this happened to me or anything :)

By the way. The weather has been exceptionally nice since I have lived here. This almost certains that I'm going to be unprepared for the next torrential downpour that gets us. Who needs umbrellas? Not this big girl!

Tips for 2010:
If you think you might have some infectious disease on your leg, go to the student health center. It's free.
People watch often. Especially at a big school. It's fun.
Don't tell your mom that you and your best friend want to get married within the year unless you specify that it is to boys. You might concern her.
Volunteer! It keeps you grounded.
Clorox everything. All the time. Especially when swine flu is making its way down your hall.