Two exams down and I'm feeling good. Really good. I'm also listening to good music ("Lolita" by Throw Me The Statue). What else is good? Check out the bottom of the page and you'll see that there have been over 1000 visits to this little blog within the last month. Wow! Um, thanks for reading?
So what do I have to do? Last week my professor in Urban Planning cancelled class last minute and decided to assign us 2 chapters to be tested on tomorrow. Ugh. I hate that class. I never really hate classes, but really hate this one. I now have to write notes for two chapters and then take a quiz by tomorrow night. Whatever. I guess it's another long night.
I've started writing again and I'll be submitting to the Commonwealth Times. Sweet! Look for my next article, wouldja?
Showing posts with label The Commonwealth Times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Commonwealth Times. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
THe Way I See It # 380
The Internet at VCU isn't working for some reason, but it is working at starbucks. So I've been forced to come inside during the beautiful weather. I don't think I'll linger here after I've finished up my French lab work. Things over the last couple days have been hectic and weird. I have a lot of work coming up for my classes, and it's looming over my head. For example, this Linguistics assessment is worrying me. I think it will be fine, but I'm not sure I'm completely grasping what we're learning, and so I am worried. I'm coming to terms with the fact that I probably won't be getting straight A's this semester due to Physics which for being such an "easy" class, is rather difficult to do as well as I want to. Science just isn't my thing I guess.
I went to Harrison St. Coffee Shop with John, and that place is awesome. I don't think I had ever been to a real coffee shop before, and their Vanilla Chai was pretty darn good to boot. I'll definitely be going back. I would reccomend that you go check it out!
I don't know what I'm doing tonight. I don't feel so good today, but hopefully I feel better by tonight. Sarah Wax is out of town, I believe, but maybe I'll hit up Michele and see where she's headed to.
I think I need to go out, but I also think that I need to find things to do that don't involve the whole "Getting Wasted!" thing. I've realized that this probably isn't my "thang".
Also, I've been trying to think up ideas for Submissions to the Commonwealth Times. Their Opinion Section is kind of lacking, which means there's a good chance for publishing. Maybe I'll do that today too.
I went to Harrison St. Coffee Shop with John, and that place is awesome. I don't think I had ever been to a real coffee shop before, and their Vanilla Chai was pretty darn good to boot. I'll definitely be going back. I would reccomend that you go check it out!
I don't know what I'm doing tonight. I don't feel so good today, but hopefully I feel better by tonight. Sarah Wax is out of town, I believe, but maybe I'll hit up Michele and see where she's headed to.
I think I need to go out, but I also think that I need to find things to do that don't involve the whole "Getting Wasted!" thing. I've realized that this probably isn't my "thang".
Also, I've been trying to think up ideas for Submissions to the Commonwealth Times. Their Opinion Section is kind of lacking, which means there's a good chance for publishing. Maybe I'll do that today too.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
The Way I See It # 349
Today, as I waited for my friends Evan and Allison, I picked up The Commonwealth Times and saw that on the Front Page under "Opinion" it read "Physical Frustration", getting excited I opened to the page.
I was published! I was so pleasantly surprised! I had seen Sarah, the Opinion Editor, the other day and she said that she had liked the article, but I had no idea that it had been published!
+5 Experience points!
I was published! I was so pleasantly surprised! I had seen Sarah, the Opinion Editor, the other day and she said that she had liked the article, but I had no idea that it had been published!
+5 Experience points!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
The Way I See It # 341: Article # 1
I guess you could say it all started in elementary school.
Remember that kid that was always dead last running the mile? That was me.
Remember me either:
A. Struggling to breath
B. Clinging to another child to cross the finish line
C. Crying
D. All of the above.
In my defense, it was never easy being told to run four laps in
jeans and a sweatshirt. All right, so there were kids that managed to run outrageously faster than me wearing the same attire, but whatever. My point is that being an incredibly poor athlete at the age of 9 didn’t say much about my physical ability later in life. The mile was something I always dreaded, and in high school I had all kinds of kids who played sports in my P.E class. And they played sports…. For fun. What was this nonsense? While my lack of interest in chasing a ball or climbing a rope isolated me into feeling like maybe I was missing out, it also caused my gym grade to plummet. While I made up for it with extra credit… I had to wonder: Was there a sport I could like?
Enter my gusto to actually try at sports. My first attempt? All the
popularly acclaimed “Hot girls” at my high school tried out for field hockey, so naturally, accepting the fact that I was (ahem) one of these “hot girls” (laughable!), and, you know, it looked like fun, I took a summer camp in the sport. While the experience with teamwork, learning from an actual coach, and meeting other girls was beneficial, that’s about all that was. Two bruised thumbs, losing the “championship” between the teams competing in the camp, and actually realizing that my sarcastic sense of humor wasn’t something that everyone could appreciate, I realized that Hockey wasn’t for me. Maybe the deciding moment was when another girl named Lisa happened to be the best player on our team, and I was the worst. “Not THAT Lisa, THAT Lisa is awesome!” was a little too much to bear. Sport number 1, down.
Instead of actual sports I turned my attention to theatre and
improv sports, But when I ended my high school days and moved on to college I suddenly reawakened with the desire to get fit. After all, Seigle Center was free! I no longer had an excuse to not go to the gym. And after a couple of days with 2 helpings of Shafer at every meal, I was just about ready to go run a mile voluntarily to make up for it.
Instead of wanting to be a part of a sports team, I focused my interests an achieving something better: an Olympic-worthy figure (okay, so maybe not that extreme). Not that anyone truly needs the perfect, and not that I am obsessive compulsive with the idea, but I figured going to the gym a couple times a week would be awesome, and I’d look fabulous. I would discipline and how to train my body into a calorie burning machine
This story is a tragic one. When I first walked into Seigle I was immediately intimidated. I guess the thought that people who go to the gym actually know what they’re doing never occurred to me. Playing it safe, I stuck to the Elliptical (only for 30 minutes!) and kept my head down. But going to the gym wasn’t just doing something to pass the time, it was relaxing. I had never imagined exercising as a way of relaxing. There I could listen to music, read magazine, and think about stuff. After a week or so I decided to do one of the group exercise classes that Seigle offers; Body Sculpting was the class I chose. Let’s just say that I couldn’t walk properly for a week. The stairs to my classes were torture, and even getting out of my XL twin bed was an exercise in frustration. Needless to say, I didn’t go back the gym for the rest of semester. Cycling through bouts of enthusiasm about going to the gym, I managed to work my way in and out of Seigle every couple of weeks or so, just so I could feel that I was reaching my quota for the month. This process doesn’t exactly get you the body you want.
Maybe I just need to admit to myself that I’m not that kind person who exercises all the time. I guess if I was, I would have been that person at the age of 9, and I might have enjoyed running the mile. But progressing as an athlete isn’t the same as progressing as a person, and the more I think about it, it would probably do me better to be obsessed about becoming a better person. I’ll just leave out the extra helpings of Shafer from now on.
feedback welcome....?
Remember that kid that was always dead last running the mile? That was me.
Remember me either:
A. Struggling to breath
B. Clinging to another child to cross the finish line
C. Crying
D. All of the above.
In my defense, it was never easy being told to run four laps in
jeans and a sweatshirt. All right, so there were kids that managed to run outrageously faster than me wearing the same attire, but whatever. My point is that being an incredibly poor athlete at the age of 9 didn’t say much about my physical ability later in life. The mile was something I always dreaded, and in high school I had all kinds of kids who played sports in my P.E class. And they played sports…. For fun. What was this nonsense? While my lack of interest in chasing a ball or climbing a rope isolated me into feeling like maybe I was missing out, it also caused my gym grade to plummet. While I made up for it with extra credit… I had to wonder: Was there a sport I could like?
Enter my gusto to actually try at sports. My first attempt? All the
popularly acclaimed “Hot girls” at my high school tried out for field hockey, so naturally, accepting the fact that I was (ahem) one of these “hot girls” (laughable!), and, you know, it looked like fun, I took a summer camp in the sport. While the experience with teamwork, learning from an actual coach, and meeting other girls was beneficial, that’s about all that was. Two bruised thumbs, losing the “championship” between the teams competing in the camp, and actually realizing that my sarcastic sense of humor wasn’t something that everyone could appreciate, I realized that Hockey wasn’t for me. Maybe the deciding moment was when another girl named Lisa happened to be the best player on our team, and I was the worst. “Not THAT Lisa, THAT Lisa is awesome!” was a little too much to bear. Sport number 1, down.
Instead of actual sports I turned my attention to theatre and
improv sports, But when I ended my high school days and moved on to college I suddenly reawakened with the desire to get fit. After all, Seigle Center was free! I no longer had an excuse to not go to the gym. And after a couple of days with 2 helpings of Shafer at every meal, I was just about ready to go run a mile voluntarily to make up for it.
Instead of wanting to be a part of a sports team, I focused my interests an achieving something better: an Olympic-worthy figure (okay, so maybe not that extreme). Not that anyone truly needs the perfect, and not that I am obsessive compulsive with the idea, but I figured going to the gym a couple times a week would be awesome, and I’d look fabulous. I would discipline and how to train my body into a calorie burning machine
This story is a tragic one. When I first walked into Seigle I was immediately intimidated. I guess the thought that people who go to the gym actually know what they’re doing never occurred to me. Playing it safe, I stuck to the Elliptical (only for 30 minutes!) and kept my head down. But going to the gym wasn’t just doing something to pass the time, it was relaxing. I had never imagined exercising as a way of relaxing. There I could listen to music, read magazine, and think about stuff. After a week or so I decided to do one of the group exercise classes that Seigle offers; Body Sculpting was the class I chose. Let’s just say that I couldn’t walk properly for a week. The stairs to my classes were torture, and even getting out of my XL twin bed was an exercise in frustration. Needless to say, I didn’t go back the gym for the rest of semester. Cycling through bouts of enthusiasm about going to the gym, I managed to work my way in and out of Seigle every couple of weeks or so, just so I could feel that I was reaching my quota for the month. This process doesn’t exactly get you the body you want.
Maybe I just need to admit to myself that I’m not that kind person who exercises all the time. I guess if I was, I would have been that person at the age of 9, and I might have enjoyed running the mile. But progressing as an athlete isn’t the same as progressing as a person, and the more I think about it, it would probably do me better to be obsessed about becoming a better person. I’ll just leave out the extra helpings of Shafer from now on.
feedback welcome....?
The Way I See It # 340
So.
I went out to dinner with my friend Dani last night. She's a really sweet girl. Sometimes a little too sweet. she's too trusting and puts too much into relationships. She literally throws herself at the feet of any guy she's involved with. I feel bad for her, because it usually means that she gets trampled. Dinner was nice, though, we went to "Roxy's" on Main street in Uptown, and then to "Mezza" right next door for some awesome ice cream. I found out that Mezza is also a hookah bar, but it was deserted on a Friday night, I guess a lot of people don't know it's there. I wonder how much the hookah costs....
It's raining like a bitch outside. I left Sid's this morning, and only once I was halfway home did I realize that I had left my phone at his apartment. I walked all the way back, and then all the way to my apartment completely soaked and hot due to the sweater, sweatshirt, scarf combination I was wearing to stay dry. I don't think I'll do that again.
I'm trying to come up with some articles to write for the Commonwealth Times. Maybe I'll do that today. Just start writing and see what I come up with.
I went out to dinner with my friend Dani last night. She's a really sweet girl. Sometimes a little too sweet. she's too trusting and puts too much into relationships. She literally throws herself at the feet of any guy she's involved with. I feel bad for her, because it usually means that she gets trampled. Dinner was nice, though, we went to "Roxy's" on Main street in Uptown, and then to "Mezza" right next door for some awesome ice cream. I found out that Mezza is also a hookah bar, but it was deserted on a Friday night, I guess a lot of people don't know it's there. I wonder how much the hookah costs....
It's raining like a bitch outside. I left Sid's this morning, and only once I was halfway home did I realize that I had left my phone at his apartment. I walked all the way back, and then all the way to my apartment completely soaked and hot due to the sweater, sweatshirt, scarf combination I was wearing to stay dry. I don't think I'll do that again.
I'm trying to come up with some articles to write for the Commonwealth Times. Maybe I'll do that today. Just start writing and see what I come up with.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
The Way I See It # 336
I'm up to my eyeballs in vocabulaire francaise, I have a whole chapter in urban planning to read that I will probably finish tomorrow, The linguistics readings I had made very little sense, and I think I'm actually being challenged. C'est tres bien, je pense. Today was Sid and I's anniversaire, 22 months to be exact. Nous sommes sortis au dîner à "l'éléphant thaï" and had a great time! I had wonton soup, and it tasted just like my favorite back home at Tara Thai, and the fried rice. After dinner we got Ben and Jerry's ice cream from 7-11 and went to my apartment to hang out. It was a really lovely evening, I really enjoyed myself. :)
I'm trying to think up articles to write for the CT, does anyone have any good ideas?
Also, Evan has a blog now! You can find it in my "Favorite Roasts" under the link "logic laser: Welcome To My World"
I'm trying to think up articles to write for the CT, does anyone have any good ideas?
Also, Evan has a blog now! You can find it in my "Favorite Roasts" under the link "logic laser: Welcome To My World"
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
The Way I See It # 332
I'm back in the library, and it feels so nostalgic, I have to admit. Like the blogger I am, I have Starbucks in hand, and am feeling thoughtful. If I can remember, there was always something about Cabell that made me feel insightful, studious, and even a bit inventive. Maybe that's the academic that I know I am.... maybe I just belong in an institution such as this. I just got out of my Linguistics class, and ducked out of the rain for a bit before my Urban Planning course at 7:00. For linguistics homework I had a reading about the sexual bias in language- importantly on Neutral pronouns that aren't. it discussed the common usage of "he", "his", and "man" as neutral pronouns, used to indicate a neutral party. By using these words people are more likely to think of men, rather than women, and it is a sexual bias to use such pronouns instead of ones that are actually nuetral, such as "s/he", "he or she", and "they". I really enjoyed reading the article, but when I got to class today I was disappointed by the class discussion. People either seemed to relish coming off as "intellectual" by second guessing our professor's points, or they sat confused and contested whether or not his points were really making sense to anyone. Well, they were! I got everything fine, and so did a few people, but the ones who spoke the most only made our professor confused, and he appeared to be a complete push over. The class discussion quickly was out of his hands and there were so many tangents, even I couldn't keep up. I hope our next discussion isn't anything like that, I was so frustrated.
I went down to the Commonwealth Times to see if I could nab a spot as a staff writer. Turns out they never got my application, and they aren't hiring at the moment because they don't know their budget. Anyway, the Opinion editor said that I could send in articles that I write, but that she couldn't guarantee that they would run. The only requirement for the articles that I send in is that it has to be factual, and I just can't make up things to write about. It wasn't the visit I was hoping for. I hoping to have an interview with the editor in chief, talk about my experience as a writer, tell him what I was hoping to write about, and see where it went from there. Now all I can do is hope I can catch "Greg" who runs the whole place and see if he will hire me onto the staff, or send in opinion articles and see if they get published.
maybe one thing I would really like to do would be to write a blog about VCU. Maybe not just about me personally, but where people go, post pictures of parties, review restaurants close by, do articles about student activities, the Art community.
There was always that possibility for a "sister-blog" at VCU for the blog my sister Christina wants to start up.... I wonder if she's done anything with that...
I'm thinking about getting a sandwich from Starbucks, as I don't want to go to Shafer because of the rain. That's kind of silly, but Starbucks sandwiches are actually kind of tasty. By the time I get out of Urban Planning it wil be 10, and all I'm going to want to do is go home and do my paper about scientists and such for physics..... which, actually, i could be doing now.
I guess I'll get to it then....
I went down to the Commonwealth Times to see if I could nab a spot as a staff writer. Turns out they never got my application, and they aren't hiring at the moment because they don't know their budget. Anyway, the Opinion editor said that I could send in articles that I write, but that she couldn't guarantee that they would run. The only requirement for the articles that I send in is that it has to be factual, and I just can't make up things to write about. It wasn't the visit I was hoping for. I hoping to have an interview with the editor in chief, talk about my experience as a writer, tell him what I was hoping to write about, and see where it went from there. Now all I can do is hope I can catch "Greg" who runs the whole place and see if he will hire me onto the staff, or send in opinion articles and see if they get published.
maybe one thing I would really like to do would be to write a blog about VCU. Maybe not just about me personally, but where people go, post pictures of parties, review restaurants close by, do articles about student activities, the Art community.
There was always that possibility for a "sister-blog" at VCU for the blog my sister Christina wants to start up.... I wonder if she's done anything with that...
I'm thinking about getting a sandwich from Starbucks, as I don't want to go to Shafer because of the rain. That's kind of silly, but Starbucks sandwiches are actually kind of tasty. By the time I get out of Urban Planning it wil be 10, and all I'm going to want to do is go home and do my paper about scientists and such for physics..... which, actually, i could be doing now.
I guess I'll get to it then....
Sunday, June 29, 2008
The Way I See It # 277: IE: FUCK MY LIFE
I was invited to a party tonight with the Senior drama girls. I would go except for the fact that a lot of people that are going are people I don't like. I wish it had all been different. I wish I had ended up liking all of them, I wish I could have been closer to genuinely nice people. Emma is a genuinely nice person, and she always extends an invitation to me, and I'm grateful for that. I think without her kindness I would feel completely betrayed. I wish I had ended school with a group of awesome girl friends. I wish I had found more girls like me at VCU this past year. I'm of course going to make a huge (ENORMOUS) effort next semester. I'm going to join activities, and I've been thinking about rushing.
I know Abby would be horrified, but Abby doesn't know what it's like to be in my situation. Maybe being in a sorority will help me make friends. I've heard that from everyone who has ever been in a sorority. I can either do that or get involved on campus with a job, or something.
All I know is that I'm hanging around waiting for Sid to get off work so I can fix my freak out last night, and I'm watching my Dad cook chicken. I don't like Chicken, and I don't like my Dad.
I need to go out more...... I guess. I think that it's time to start hitting up Georgetown and the greater Washington D.C. area for places to go and things to do. I can't be cultured and satisfied in Vienna, VA.
I've been skimming the VCU website looking for activities I can take part in next semester. I've come up with "Literati" which is a club devoted to writing, literature, music, and movies, The Anthroplogy/Archaeology club at VCU, Swing Dance @ VCU, and possibly writing for The Commonwealth Times.
what would be cool is to blog for The Commonwealth Times. Or at least do Editorial stuff.
Kara and I made cupcakes tonight, and I think it's time to frost them.
I'll be back.
I know Abby would be horrified, but Abby doesn't know what it's like to be in my situation. Maybe being in a sorority will help me make friends. I've heard that from everyone who has ever been in a sorority. I can either do that or get involved on campus with a job, or something.
All I know is that I'm hanging around waiting for Sid to get off work so I can fix my freak out last night, and I'm watching my Dad cook chicken. I don't like Chicken, and I don't like my Dad.
I need to go out more...... I guess. I think that it's time to start hitting up Georgetown and the greater Washington D.C. area for places to go and things to do. I can't be cultured and satisfied in Vienna, VA.
I've been skimming the VCU website looking for activities I can take part in next semester. I've come up with "Literati" which is a club devoted to writing, literature, music, and movies, The Anthroplogy/Archaeology club at VCU, Swing Dance @ VCU, and possibly writing for The Commonwealth Times.
what would be cool is to blog for The Commonwealth Times. Or at least do Editorial stuff.
Kara and I made cupcakes tonight, and I think it's time to frost them.
I'll be back.
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