May 2, 2015

What I Wish I Had Known About College


            After dropping out and returning to classes, I am happy to say that I have just finished my final week of classes in my undergraduate journey.* Though this year I often felt out of place and questioned what the hell I was doing here, I’m very happy that I decided to go back to school and finish what I started. I’m not 100% positive what I’m going to do next. In my heart of hearts, I want to continue my studies and get my MFA. I hope to spend the next year applying for various programs, but I’m not optimistic about being accepted. I decimated my GPA when I dropped out, and that will be hard to look past in a multitude of applicants who haven’t royally fucked up in their academic pasts. Still, all I can do is apply, so I will in this next year.

            In the clusterfuck that is my academic journey, I really wish I had been told a few things, and that I had been mature enough to understand some other things. College orientation normally discusses campus living, student organizations, safety, and that sort of stuff. It doesn’t, however, discuss how to make the absolute most of your time in college, issues with student loans (why would they? That’s where their money comes from!), studying abroad, and other things I wish I had known as a bright-eyed freshman in college.

April 10, 2015

What You Should Know Before Getting a Dog: The Dee and Stella Story



WARNING: Prepare to be blasted with a million pics of Stella throughout her life.
                                   

          Right about the time I returned to my beloved BG, Stella Crüe, my crazy naked rat dog, began to limp. At first I didn’t think much of it. Chinese Cresteds are prone to slipped kneecaps and Stella’s legs had been a little sore more than once. I figured she had just been a bit too vigorous while jumping onto a bed or the couch and that the situation would right itself, like usual.


            Unfortunately, I was wrong.

March 4, 2015

Why I Won't Debate With You

            Heeeey, kids! 

           A quick update before I jump into this post, because I’ve been gone for a while. I’m balls deep into the semester, and I have a much heavier workload than I did in fall, including three papers due every week and the fact that ceramics seems to be moving at a breakneck pace for me, especially since this is my first time touching and interacting with clay. It seems like I’m just barely getting the hang of something before we move on to the next project. I actually love ceramics. I’m terrible at it…in fact, most of my work looks like it was wheel thrown by a six-year-old with a frontal lobotomy…but I love it. I love it so much that I’m trying to figure out ways to continue playing with clay after I graduate and no longer have access to the awesome fully equipped ceramics studio on campus.

Behold a shitty bowl, my first
finished product of the semester!

February 4, 2015

On Weddings


All right, kids, buckle up, because I have another unpopular opinion.

As I’ve discussed in previous posts, I’m at the age where my Facebook newsfeed is overflowing with the engagement announcements, wedding photos, and offspring ultrasounds of my peers. Friends and family members are finding their forevercreatures, getting hitched, and reproducing. It’s the way of the world. I’m ridiculously happy for all of my peers who are going through this, and I plan to follow suit should the opportunity present itself in my life.

I’ve participated in many weddings; as a guest, as a bridesmaid, and soon as a maid of honour. I actually love going to weddings. Non-religious ceremonies are very moving (sorry, but if God is mentioned more often than the couple getting married, that’s not a wedding, that’s church) and the receptions I’ve been to have ranged from pleasantly chill to one hell of a party. I love the idea of celebrating the love of a couple joining their lives together. The hopeful, idealistic atmosphere of a wedding is a singular experience.

However…

January 14, 2015

I Shouldn't Be Here


I shouldn’t be here.

That’s what the wicked little voice in my head started whispering the moment I stepped into my first class of my last undergrad semester. As I sat in my stiff desk, reading on my Nook until my professor showed up, little snippets of conversations pricked my ears:

“Mom only got me the bronze meal plan this year. I’m starving to death.”

“I’m making a mock-u-mentary on BG Undead. It’s like a Nerf war zombie attack game. Hardcore.”

“I’m moving to NYC when I get out of here. I’m gonna be on Broadway. I’ll probably have to be chorus at first, but that won’t last too long.”

And the little voice in my head gets a little louder.

I shouldn’t be here.