This weekend was the first weekend I decided to do something different then the usual partying at frat row. Don’t get me wrong, I love the fraternity’s just as much as anyone else on campus, but I really wanted to just dance! So instead of putting on my heels and preparing myself for the chilly trek over to the frats I instead put on comfortable shoes and headed to Old Chapel. Old Chapel puts on a party a few times a trimester and I was super excited to go as my friend always tells me it’s the best place to dance. And she was completely right! We showed up around 11 pm and danced until we couldn’t anymore. At first there really weren’t a lot of people there, but we didn’t care. We all huddled together and shook our stuff on the dance floor. Around 1 am a lot more people began to show up and the dance floor got a little more packed. Perhaps my favorite part of the evening was when Spanish music began blasting and everyone grabbed each others hands to join in. My friend Victoria and I danced to most of the Spanish songs together and had a lot of fun watching everyone around us doing the steps to the dance. She had to teach me a few of them as I hadn’t danced to that rhythm in a long time.
The entire experience was so much fun and I’m really looking forward to doing it all over again when the next old chapel party comes around. The music and dancing are ten times better then the frats and are so totally my taste that it is hard to imagine going back to a frat to dance to techno again. Another great thing was that I got to meet a lot of new people that I had never met before and was able to dance my way to three am when the party shut down!!
It has begun! What has begun you may ask? My France Study Abroad process, and what a long process is it turning out to be. I first began this little journey when I attended two meetings, the first for all study abroad students and the second specifically for those going to Rennes. I then filled out a subway form for a subway card that I’ll be able to use on the entire subway system. Next I had to fill out a housing form in order to be placed with a family that best suits me in Rennes. On top of these two forms I also had to fill out another ten with my signature and both my parents. These included conduct forms, alcohol and drug policies, housing preference forms for the Winter trimester etc.
After completing all of these forms I now have the task of creating an application for Campus France, sending in my information, signing up for a visa with the French Consulate, and then getting interviewed at the French Consulate in New York City. I will then hopefully have my visa and actually be able to study in France. On top of all of this I still have to buy my plane ticket, which hopefully will happen in the next few days. This is perhaps the most stressful part as $1000 is on the line and could be potentially be lost if I don’t receive a visa. So I am a little stressed by all of this, rather I am super stressed about getting all of this accomplished in a timely manner.
Oh well. That’s life, or rather c’est la vie.
Look at the resolution of that screen!
After dreaming about getting the new iPad for several months my dreams are finally going to come true! The main issue in regards to successfully being granted this fabulous gift was of course money. Capital M-O-N-E-Y. The new iPad costs over $500 and as a college student paying off a trip to Rennes in the fall, I really don’t have an extra 500 lying around. I was resolved to save up as much as I could and if I could scrounge together enough pennies to afford it at the end of the summer I’d buy it. But recently something deliciously wonderful has happened to me. No I did not win the lottery, although that would be pretty sick if I had. I had the luck of it being spring trimester here at Union as my Federal Loan Refund check came to me in the mail. Now I expected it to be the same as last trimester, around $200, but this time there was a great difference. My check was worth an outstanding $650!!!!
Beautiful white iPad (soon to be mine!)
What luck to have exactly the amount I need for an iPad. I almost fell to the floor I was so excited (flashback to last year when a hot guy texted me and I fell on the floor in a puddle of utter happiness). I now have exactly the amount I need to purchase a plane ticket to Europe AND the iPad AND an awesome case for it. I can hardly wait to go deposit my check to purchase my new little baby. This will be the first time I’ve had a new electronic gadget in over three years. That in itself is reason to celebrate.
Cases, Cases, and more Cases. Loving the striped Kate Spade in the right-hand corner.
Schenectady circa Monday
So Monday was pretty warm. And by pretty warm I mean it felt like the sun was about to collide with the earth, specifically the city of Schenectady. I was unprepared for my first foray out into the sun baked world. Thinking the weather was going to be warm, but that a light spring breeze would help cool off the air I dressed in a striped sundress, sandals, and a cardigan. Stepping outside at 9, this seemed appropriate attire for the rest of the day. It was hot, but decidedly not as hot as everyone had been telling me it was going to be. I made it through class in Humanities at the perfect temperature in my cardi. This was all about to change.
I immediately went to get lunch and then made my way back to Fox. I didn’t have to leave the room again until 2:30. I donned my cardigan again and headed outside for what I thought would be similar weather to that morning. WRONG. It was blazing hot. I was barely out the door before I started perspiring. I ripped off my sweater and jammed it in my bag, the bag that now seemed to be giving off heat like a live, dog sized creature. I tried to hurry to class at first, dying to be comforted by air conditioning, but that only made things worse. I quickly learned my best bet was to take it slow and to stop darting around like a deranged lizard. I made it to Lippman only relatively sweaty and had a chance to wipe off my sweatstache before entering the over populated building. My first thought upon entering the building was that it really wasn’t much cooler then outside. My second thought was to question why it was so dark inside. That’s when I realized I was still wearing my sunglasses and also when I realized part of my brain had probably fried during the walk over.
I was in for a rude awakening when I stepped into my poetry classroom and realized it was almost hotter then outside. I had forgotten that there were no windows, no air conditioning vents, and no fresh air to breath. I felt like I was suffocating on hot, overly recycled air. To top all of this off I also realized that my partner for our oral presentation that day had failed to show up. Wonderful. I made a mental note to pierce a hole through his soul with my eyes next class and waited for my teacher to enter. She immediately deemed the classroom too hot and set about making preparations for us to be moved to Humanities, aka a building that has rooms with windows. We trekked over to Humanities like a herd of camels whose humps had recently been depleted of all water and made it to the second floor before collapsing in our chairs. The room was barely cooler than the one we had just left, but at this point we were so beaten down I think we would have accepted anything.
By the end of my class my hair was a massive curly frizz ball from the humidity, my body was coated in a sheen of sweat, my legs felt like two dead logs, and my breathing was shallow and irregular from the extra energy it took to breath. Getting out of that classroom was one small pleasure in a day full of almost none. Entering Fox I was greeted by a wave of chilly air and immediately thanked my lucky stars this heat had just descended on the city, allowing the building to retain its coolness. I collapsed on the futon, splayed out like a dead fish, and watched mind numbing television for the next hour with the shades drawn and the lights turned low. I never again want to experience that kind of intense heat on this campus. Old buildings and an explosion of 90 degree weather do not mix well, trust me.
Since the beginning of spring I’ve been seeing non-stop adorableness everywhere I turn. Students are bringing puppies onto campus left and right and all I want to do is steal them (they are that cute). I also can’t help but to notice the influx of baby squirrels overtaking the trees. Honestly, they just might be some of the most precious critters I’ve ever seen. I am holding my breath just waiting for the baby bunnies that I know will spring up one of these days. This is exactly why spring is my favorite season. There is so much new life on campus (prospective students included!) and it makes my heart swell just looking around at it all. So for today I am going to dedicate my post to these little baby booboos. Here is a photo gallery that will instantaneously make your heart melt:
Baby Monkey...I just want to kiss his teeny face!
I can't tell you how badly I want a piglet in my dorm room, forever.
The ultimate cuddle buddy.
Baby Reds! Wish we had these here.
Just asked my roommate to buy a duckling with me...crossing my fingers she says yes.
This baby hamster is so small it is painfully cute.
And last but not least…
Floppy ears are beyond adorable on baby bunnies.
Upon leaving on Friday evening for Albany, aka my humble abode, I realized I needed to go to a bookstore in order to pick up a book I needed for one of my classes. After getting picked up by my father I informed him of my need to stop at Barnes and Noble for said book. On our way to the store he asked me if I wanted to go to the movies that night in order to finally see the Hunger Games. I happily replied in the affirmative as we headed into B & N. Little did I know what was about to take place.
Sitting on a table in the center of the store just happened to be a little island dedicated to all that is the Hunger Games. My eyes lit up as they collided with the cover of the first book of the series. It was in that instant that I knew I needed to read it before seeing the movie. After half-heartedly searching for my book for class and even asking a member of the staff to help me locate it, it became apparent that the book just wasn’t in the store. The man asked me if I wanted to order it, but as I needed it for Monday’s class I declined the offer and instead purchased the Hunger Games. The second the book was in my hands it was like an invisible force field surrounded the two, making them impossible to separate. This book was as good as mine and I hungrily began reading it. By the next morning I had already finished the first book and after work at the café I headed over to the Open Door Bookstore. There I picked up the second two books in the series, Catching Fire and Mockingjay and began to read.
By that evening I was already halfway through the second book and incredibly ready to go and see the movie. My father obliged me and we took off for the movie theatre with my little brother in tow. Sitting in the dark theatre waiting for the movie to begin my heart began to race. I could hardly hold in my excitement when the previews began and thanked my lucky stars that this movie theatre, the Spectrum in Albany, only runs about three previews before the film. The second the movie started I was enamored. Throughout it I would glance over at my father and have to stifle a laugh as he would constantly move up to the edge of his seat, he was that engrossed in it. After silencing my brother multiple times for trying to talk during the movie, I found that even after having read the book, I too was on the edge of my seat, cheering Katniss on in the Hunger Games.
When the credits began to roll I had come to a few conclusions. The first being that I no longer favored Gale over Peeta as something about Josh Hutcherson’s blonde hair made me giddy inside. The second was that Jennifer Lawrence is a greatly underrated actress. The third was that the movie completely played down any notion of romance that existed in the book, a detail that didn’t sit overly well with me. The fourth being that I couldn’t wait for the second film to come out. And the fifth that if I can’t be an actress in the near future I am going to have to be a writer. I need to be able to create a character with my bare hands, to breath life into each limb and conjure up each individual thought.
Returning home I finished the next two books and while I was a little ticked by the ending, I let it go. This is exactly how Suzanne Collins wanted to tell it. Therefore this is exactly how her characters needed to end up. And thinking this I then thought about my own future novels. How I will get to tell my own character’s stories choosing each word carefully. These stories may not end in the exact way a reader might like them to, but that’s the beauty of it. Feeling surprised, shocked, joyous, angry, and sometimes even horrified right up until the very last word.
Easter weekend is here and I have to admit that I’m very excited for it. I love easter and not for the reasons that you may think. I’m probably the least religious person you will ever meet, but there are a few things about this holiday that really make me smile (Jesus not really being one of them…). Here are just a few.
1. It’s spring!! Easter has always represented spring to me. Something about the flowers just starting to bloom and the baby animals just about to be born pulls at my heart strings.
2. Easter egg chocolates. Need I really say more? Oh, but I will. You know those cookie and cream chocolate easter eggs that come out around this time of the year? Yeah, worth every pound I put on.
3. Spending it with my family. My family can drive me crazy just like the next, but it is awesome to gather together and celebrate. It reminds me just how important they are in my life and how much I appreciate them.
4. Easter dinner. Absolutely delicious without a doubt. My dad gets out his chef hat and cooks the most mouth-wateringly scrumptious foods you could ever dream up.
5. Baby anythings. Baby ducks, baby bunnies, baby kittens…you get it. This holiday is associated with birth which walks hand in hand with adorable and ultra fuzzy baby animals.
Honestly, this chick could make a cold-blooded killers heart melt.
So here we all are again, back at the U. Spring break is officially over and while some of us are wishing it never ended so many others are rejoicing to be back again. It seems to me that Spring break went by incredibly sloooowwwwlllyyyy. Granted I technically had two weeks off instead of one due to the fact that I didn’t have any final exams. Regardless, two weeks was definitely enough. I spent my break being a teacher’s assistant in France (Paris and Vannes to be exact) and while it was an incredible experience it was also very exhausting. Needless to say I am quite happy to be back in the United States or more specifically back at Union. It seems very funny to me how many of my friends almost couldn’t wait to get back here. Going on facebook I was accosted with status’ about missing the U or wishing break was over already so they could come back. Either their breaks were absolutely awful or they just love Union that much. I’ll go with the second option.
The most exciting thing about being back on campus was the very first day of each of my classes. I had two classes on Monday and then my third class on Tuesday. On Monday I had my Women Writers course which I immediately grew to love. My teacher is strict without being mean or rude about it and she’s pretty funny. Ever since taking a WGS course I wanted to take another, but didn’t know how it would work in with my schedule as I’m a double major in French and English. This course actually encompasses both English and WGS! I get to read all of the wonderful assigned reading and on top of it I get to discuss the rights of women and how they were viewed in specific time periods. My second course is Modern Poetry. I loved Into to Poetry last trimester so this seemed the obvious next choice for me. So far the course has proven to be a little on the long side being an hour and forty minutes two days a week. I would actually have the class be only an hour and make up the extra time on Fridays. Poetry is so important and I think that taking that extra time outside of class to digest it is key. I find that class can get a little tiresome by the end, even though we are afforded a brief five minute break. My third and final class is my SRS or Sophomore Research Seminar. I am taking Scottish Witchcraft Trials and so far am absolutely loving it. My teacher is hilarious and so energetic that it immediately wakes me up and refreshes me in the morning. On top of that the information is incredibly interesting (what with discussions on torture, beggar women as witches, and the female to male witch ratio). So far these courses boast a lot of reading and writing, two things that I love to do very much. I can’t say I dislike any of my courses and I am very happy with my choices thus far.