I'm going to go ahead and warn you now, I'm taking this time to rant. And I think I have the right to. I have a right to rant because it pisses me off when people just now "welcome me to college." For the last two years, I haven't just been at home picking my nose or anything. I've BEEN in college.
And it's the people who haven't gone to community college who say this stuff. They just assume their classes are tougher. Well, since I've gone to classes for both, I can honestly say that those people can take a step back, till they realize what they're talking about, because they have no idea.
Sure, the classes I sat in today were a little tougher than ones I've been in, in the past. That's because they're 300 level classes. You're supposed to keep taking tougher classes. I'm tired of the bull shit "Well, now you're in real college." Well, damn, if I knew that were the case, I wouldn't have waisted 2 years at a fake college, working on a fake degree.
People told me classes would be tougher here, so I was prepared for that. I took less credits than usual, because I was told more work was involved. After sitting through class and hearing what we'll be covering, and looking at the syllabi, and seeing the assignment list, if anything I'm insulted. If this is so much more work than I've supposedly been doing in the last 2 years, I don't know what people think I've been doing.
To advocate for community colleges, after attending one for 2 years; I'm more familiar with the material, in some of my 300 level classes, than most of my classmates and I didn't spend the first 2 years of my college career getting drunk and going to parties... So who went to the "real" college?
Well sort of, more like: “day half.” The internet is currently moving at a glacial pace, so I can’t post this right now, as I’m writing it. It’s currently 12:04am Thursday, August 19th. I’ve been here for nearly eleven hours, and it doesn’t seem like nearly that long. I suppose that’s a good sign though, right? As soon as I got here Mike, a guy I knew from Scott, and through a mutual friend, and I walked around campus. Somehow we always made it back to the actual campus, and neither of us knows how. Finally, we found a Subway where I threw back what was easily 40oz of rootbeer and coke. While enjoying Subway Mike was stunned to find out that I had never seen “The Dark Knight.” (Which is apparently a big deal). So we went back to the dorms and watched it. It’s weird, I don’t remember anyone ever mentioning that it was a comedy… but that could have had something to do with the commentary we were adding, but who knows.
I actually got to meet my roommate in person today. We’re about the same height… so I doubt we’ll putting anything on any top shelves any time soon. I only had a chance to speak with her briefly, but I think we’re going to get along really well ☺.
I don’t think the sadness of missing people will hit for a couple days yet. I’ve gone on overnight trips before, so it doesn’t feel all that weird… yet. Haylee, Mom, and Dad are going to come back for my birthday, so I think that will stall the homesickness a bit further. No matter what, I just have to keep reminding myself that this is what I need to do. This is what it takes. When we neared the school today, and I saw the huge “I” in front of the stadium, I couldn’t help but think; “Emily, what that hell are you doing? You don’t know very many people here. You definitely don’t know you’re way around here. And you have no idea what to expect when you get here. Just turn around. Go home. It’s easier.” Then I started to think about all those people who said they believed in me, all the people who wished me luck, apparently they saw in me that I could do this, and there are times when I’m convinced they know me better than I know myself, so maybe they’re right this time. Maybe, I can do this. Sure, this is new, but a lot of things have been new before.
Moral of the story is: This isn’t as weird as I thought it’d be. I’m still alive. And… I’m still trying to finish all the Faygo.
The interview went alright. Basically, a lot of "Tell me about a time when..."
I should either get a phone call in the next week or two to schedule a second interview, or offer me the job. OR. I'll get a letter in the mail telling me that I'm no longer being considered. The manager had four more interviews and they're only hiring one or two people. Now can I be nervous?
I leave in a week. Seven days... But, to tell you the truth, I'm feeling a ton better about it all. I bought dorm stuff last night and today, and I finally got my class schedule figured out.. so the last couple days have been uber productive! Its so weird trying to see so many people again before I leave. Seeing some people and thinking... I may not see you again till... Christmas. (Not that I'm not coming home before that, just Holidays can be super crazy... am I right?) I know I'm for sure coming home some time in October, not exactly sure when, but in October. Before then? Maybe, I really don't know.
There's some stuff that I'm still not sure about. This is the first time I'll have to deal with student loans, so that's unmarked territory for me. My mom keeps telling me that she's not going to be there to start my laundry... but I'm a big fan of my clothes... I'm an even bigger fan of my clothes being in a state of cleanliness, so I don't think she has to worry about laundry not being a priority. I do, however, have a tendency to forget to eat, if I'm not eating with someone else lol. So who knows, I could use this to my advantage to save a lot of money lol.
As the days wind down, 1 of 2 things could happen. 1. I'll keep you guys super updated every day so I can vent about how excited/nervous/ scared/nauseous I am. Or. 2. I'll be super busy with everything last minute, as I usually am (hey, I don't want to mess with consistency...) and will completely forget that I even have a blog.
Anything is possible.
I'm just taking this one day at a time for the next 7 days. Wish me luck!
Thanks for reading! I hope this makes your life seem a little less crazy by comparison! :)
P.S. I rented To Save A Life tonight. Saw it in theaters... still gives me goose-bumps! Watch it! It's amazing!
1. Thank you so much to everyone who supported my family and I in these last couple days! I still can't believe he's gone... I just don't think it's hit me yet. It will, but for now, I'm doing ok. For those of you who are reading this and are thinking... uh, what happened? My uncle, my father's brother, died on Tuesday. He was 46. He had a stroke about ten years ago, and was, for the most part, stable. We're still not positive on his cause of death, but the popular theory has been pneumonia. I'll keep you guys updated if I hear differently.
2. Its officially 10 days before I move. TEN DAYS. Because I'm me, I've thought of every possible reason ISU would have to change their minds about accepting me, and I'm sure that by now, my advisor has my e-mail address on an "avoid" list. I'm basically freaking out, and why? ...honestly, I have no idea, but I need to stop, because it's having a huge negative effect on my sleep (what little I get).
3. I have a job interview on Monday! :) In Ames. I have an interview with Maurice's. I'm sooo excited! I love that store! Almost to an unhealthy degree. Well, it's not everywhere where you can find tasteful clothes made for young women. And the fact that their stuff is actually quality stuff... that's just gravy! (and the real stuff, not the instant stuff you stick in the microwave). Since I've gotten my first real job (Best Buy in 2007), I've only ever actually wanted 2 specific jobs. I mean, there were times where I just wanted a job, I wasn't really picky. But I really wanted to work at Barnes & Noble, and that finally happened (after applying like, 3 times), and I really want to work at Maurice's. I'm driving 4 hours for an interview for a part time position that only kind of pays minimum wage (commission). I obviously want this job. I just hope I can make them see how badly I want it.
So there you have it. This is where I'm at as of 1:04am on Sunday, August 8th.
Oh, by the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYAN!
I love you all! And thanks so much for reading :)
Remember: Don't frown! You never know who's falling in love with your smile :)
I have a tendency to procrastinate, especially when writing Thank You cards (and when it comes to doing the dishes, but that's less important). Not because I don't want to write them, but because I never know where to start, or if what I write in them comes across meaning as much I want them to. Many times, a Thank You card just doesn't seem like enough. I mean, I say "Thank you" when someone holds a door open for me, it just doesn't seem like a big enough deal for all those people who have done so much for me. Just two words? Really?
How do you say "Thank You" to the guy who made you laugh, when you didn't even think you'd be able to smile that day? How do you say "Thank You" to the person who gave you the idea for your future? What about the people who were there to pick me up when I didn't think it was worth the effort? There are so many people who have done so much for me over the years!
Ok, I started writing the above passage about a week ago, and since then I've thought a lot about the best way to say "Thank You." I've contemplated, prayed, asked other people... and this is what I've come up with:
They say imitation is the finest form of flattery. So that's what I'll do. I'm going to take what people have done for me, and do it for others. In a way, I'll Pay it Forward. I mean, isn't that why we meet all different kinds of people? So we can learn from them? Don't worry, eventually, everyone will get Thank You cards, but know that, in a way, you've challenged me to live out my Thank You cards. Commence: The Thank You Card Project.
I have no business changing the world, nor do I wish to be remembered after I'm gone. I do, however, desire to be the person I'm needed to be by those I love.