Wednesday, January 27, 2016

The Return of the Classes

So here's the deal: I've been out of commission (er, school) for a long time. And now I'm back!

In case you've been living under a rock: it snowed in Baltimore. The storm started Friday afternoon (about an hour or two after my mom and the Red Pearl dropped me off), and then it kept going and going until it finally stopped Saturday night, leaving the entire city to panic all of Sunday and Monday and Tuesday (translation: we got snow days), which means that my first day of second semester is two days late.

But before I talk about school, let's talk briefly about no school.

Firstly, the snowflakes looked absolutely gorgeous Friday evening, especially because the Christmas lights were still up on campus. I'd draw a picture but I'd ruin the effect.

Secondly, because I am sometimes a hermit, I actually did not set foot outside at all on Saturday. (Don't worry, I ate food. I brought back a lifetime supply (including real food, not just Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans) from home.) Some of my friends trudged to the dining hall for meals, but let's be real: It was snowing.

Okay, yes, I know, snow is awesome. I love snow. But it was also cold and windy.

And the snow kept stopping the door to the dorms from shutting all the way, so this intruder-alert alarm (which happens when the door is not shut) kept going off. Even in the middle of the night.

So there.

At any rate, my friends did manage to coax me outside on Sunday! We went sledding (I fell) and had a snowball fight (I fell some more). It was pretty fun.

Thirdly, my vacation (yes, I counted) was supposed to be a total of forty days... until this snowstorm kind of swept through, bumping my winter break to forty-two days!

(In case you don't get it, the number 42 is particularly exciting to me because it is the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything. My high school class was the 42nd graduating class. It's a sign.)

Fourth-ly (is that a word?), call me crazy, but by Sunday afternoon I was actually (by actually I mean almost literally) itching to start learning again. So it was very exciting when today rolled around, especially since those snow days dragged on forever.

Here is me taking notes because learning is fun!

The first day (that is, the second first day) of school went well. I didn't get lost (a perk of second semester) and, unlike yesterday and the day before, I did not have to trudge through mountains of snow (props to the people who shoveled).

Climb every mountain, ford every stream?

I also discovered that stairs must be a computer science thing. Because guess where my computer science class is this semester? Third floor, again. Thumbs down.

And I suppose that's all for this (kind of boring, sorry) update. Just thought I should say something before my (second) first day is officially over. The end?

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Rapunzel Resolutions

Hello, 2016!

For all my college friends who are already back in their dorms setting their alarms for 8ams, please don't hate me: yes, I am still on winter break. A week and a half from now, I'll be driving back to the wonderful Baltimore for another wonderful (I hope) semester of school. But for now, I am hanging out in the boring little suburban town that I call home, and it is absolutely glorious.

Anyway, back to business. Since I know it's just not New Year's without a good helping of inspiringly unrealistic resolutions, I suppose I'll throw some out there: wake up without an alarm clock, stop doodling in class, give up cookies, perform the entirety of "Vexations" without stopping.

And now for some actual resolutions. They might still be unrealistic, but at least they won't be as unrealistic as the ones I made last year, or the year before that, or the year before that. I like to think I've improved. So we here go:

Actually, the truth is that I didn't make any resolutions this year yet. Oops. In the interest of time*, I think I'm just going to take a page from one of my favorite Disney movies, Tangled, and see if I can channel some inner Rapunzel over the next twelve months.

1) The usual morning lineup.

We're skipping this one. Doing laundry at college takes way longer than fifteen minutes.

2) Read a book, or maybe two, or three.

Check. I easily brought home at least forty books from The Book Thing last semester. A better resolution would probably be to stop reading.

3) Add a few new paintings to my gallery.

I'm going to assume puzzles count as paintings. (Puzzles are technically paintings, right?) My college friends and I do puzzles (while watching musicals) for fun, so this shouldn't be a problem.

4) Play guitar.

... Can we change this to "listen to your friends play guitar"? I have at least three dormmates that play guitar. That counts, right?

5) Knit.

This is actually code for "practice piano." Why? Because back in the day when I was a wee little thing (aka the same height as I am now), my mom, brother, and I struck a deal: Every time my brother practiced piano, my mom would work on knitting him a blanket, and every time I practiced piano, she would work on knitting me a blanket. In other words, it was a challenge to see who could achieve more instrumental persistence (a challenge that we both lost, because to this day neither of us owns a blanket).

At any rate, "practice piano" is a good resolution for me. Let's hope I can successfully check this one off at the end of the year.

6) Cook

Check. My friends and I made the ambitious decision (and horrible culinary choice, really**) to make ourselves dinner last weekend. We also baked cookies, during which I was physically restrained from licking the batter off my fingers.

Look I tied my hair up like real culinary people!

Alas, this doesn't really count as a success. Because I tried making chocolate chip cookies alone yesterday, and they kind of fell flat. Literally. I'd draw a picture, but I don't think my pen is thin enough to depict the thinness of the end products. (Imagine gluing chocolate chips to circular pieces of paper.)

So I'm going to revise this resolution: I hereby resolve not only to cook this year (which I have already done), but also to somewhat master the art of cooking slash baking, regardless of whether or not other persons are around to save me from flailing and failing. There.

7) Basically just wonder, when will my life begin?

Check. I am good at wondering. All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wonder are lost? Eh.

And I guess that pretty much sums it up. Happy January, everyone! Let's hope these resolutions go better than the "you are not leaving this tower, ever" thing.

Disclaimer: Not all components of Rapunzel's routine made this year's resolution list. These include darts, paper mache, a bit of ballet, chess, pottery, ventriloquy, candle-making, stretch, sketch (wait does doodling count?), take a climb, sew a dress, brush and brush and brush and brush my hair.

* Because I know Disney songs by heart, oops.
** Actually, it was pretty fun. And the food turned out pretty good. And no one's expired so far, which is a plus.