Semester Snapshots8:00 AM
Head RA + (tail?) RA, shopping for all of the food during finals week.
We treat our girls right. (They had an obsession with Cheez-Its.)
Fun fact: the Head RA likes to send me close-ups of this face I'm making.
What? I just wanted Erich to take the photo already!
I joined SAI, a women's music fraternity, and then did sing-song things
at our concert. Pro tip: playing piano underneath drums is awesome.
Nobody can hear your mistakes.
....unless my sins abuse my divination....
The Soothsayer from Shakespeare's Cymbeline --- hands down my
favorite acting role of all time. I also played a slain Briton.
I'm pretty sure the Roman general dislocated my pinkie.
Erich came down with the flu during hell week. My mother/former nurse never answered her phone,
so I consulted Google. It told me to feed him the BRAT diet. He insisted on putting soy sauce on his
rice, and thanked me separately for each banana I gave him.
Note the artistic tissue formation.
Meet Wisp, companion to Erich's misery. (He de-stresses creatively.)
This guy. Freshman year, he was too scared to ask me to President's Ball. He set me up with his roommate instead and asked three of his friends to be his dates (one of whom was a guy who wanted to ask one of the two girls to be his date to the ball). Incidentally, I fell in love with him two years ago that Prez Ball night. And he finally rectified his cowardice by picking me up from my freshman dorm. Because it was a party, we both had a miserable time...but the chocolate-covered strawberries
were pretty good. #introvertlovestory
In March, I roadtripped back to Wisconsin for my first-ever bridesmaid role for one of many friends
(and sisters) getting married this year.
I'm sure you could see goose bumps if you zoomed in close enough.
This is the day I procrastinated by Googling how to conquer spring fever. Ugh. Spring finals are the worst of the worst of the worst. The sun beckons to burn your skin, the brain itches to zone out, and everyone on Facebook reminds you of how terrible it is to be inside writing papers.
The Head RA and I stretched the limits of our creativity to lure people into participating in dorm events. We tried cool posters from Pinterest (see above), salmon spread, and even straight-up bribery ...via Cheez-Its, of course.
The night before finals, he studied for five minutes and then made a marionette. I put up with the marionette's cold stone feet walking across my face as I wrote my paper.
(P.S. He aced his final exam. I hate smart people.)
Here we are, last minute packing before moving out to my summer house! I had too many books (as usual) and couldn't fit them all into one box. Actually, I had too much of many things.
Farewell, Koon. Farewell, room. Farewell, dorm living altogether. Now a stinky boy lives here.
Probably just as messy as I am.
Want to save the environment? Don't go to college. (I recycled all of these babies.)
Love notes from my utilitarian boyfriend the night before my last final of junior year. Aww.
Hello, new room! I'm mostly unpacked by now.
And by "unpacked," I mean I shoved things into the closet.
To be honest, this was a crazy busy but amazingly good semester with the worst finals week ever.
P.S. I'm a senior now.
How'd your semester go?