WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD
“Dawn to dawn, dusk to dusk, life is short, so party we must.”
This week has had many causes for celebration! Once again, I hope you are all well; I have missed you all dearly! As Thanksgiving break quickly approaches, holiday spirits are high and work ethics are low…the first Christmas tree lot has even been erected in Chapel Hill, a little premature in my opinion, but nonetheless true. Anyways, expectations of breaks have put a positive spin on my week so without further adieu, I give you my adventures in the real world.
#1: Redesign can revamp your life. It may be beating a dead horse by restating how DISGUSTING my college bathroom shared with three other girls is, but you will hear it no more! This weekend, I decided that I had had enough! With a ten-dollar contribution from each of my roommates I marched my little booty over to Target and bought our suite a new shower curtain, bath mat, and fragrance diffusers. After an hour and a half of scrubbing the tile floors with bleach and a scrub brush, I am pleased to say that room 2221 and 2223 now have a beautiful and clean (for now) bathroom! Yay
#2: A spoonful of sugar does not help the medicine go down when there is no medicine to be taken. This weekend, I had planned on making my way to Athens, Georgia to visit some of my friends at UGA. Unfortunately, I came down with a rather unfortunate cold/stomach bug and had to tend to myself, which entails lying in bed and watching Mary Poppins. I make it a general rule to never do anything for myself that could be done by others so when someone tells me to look something up on the internet, I usually just call my mom. This applies especially towards the likes of medicine and its uses. I must have called my mom four times this past weekend inquiring about what types of medicines exist out there that would miraculously cure me. As I sit here, pretty much recovered, I can laugh at the thought of asking my mom whether or not there was a medicine that would make my eyes stop twitching. Fever and exhaustion causes dementia, and WebMD knows there’s no meds for that…my apologies mama.
#3: Dine-in facilities are stressing the dine-in policy in the real world. For those of you who have not experienced the pleasures of dining in my dorm’s cafeteria, the Agora, consider yourselves among the lucky ones. While the food is generally delicious, the staff is typically less than hospitable. The problem with the Agora, aside from the ill tempered persons working there, is that you CANNOT take food out of it-this means cookies of any type, fruit, drinks, nothing! This is a huge nuisance and we typically try to bend the rules on this a bit by sneaking food in our pockets and book bags…it’s a hard knock life. This week, my very bold suitemate Shannon decided to attempt the impossible: sneak out a chocolate chip waffle…on the plate. We had almost made it to the exit when we heard an angry employee approach from behind and request that Shannon kindly not take plates. In response, Shannon returned the plate, keeping in tow her handcrafted waffle. Apparently we missed the memo that the Agora truly is a dine-in facility. We’ll get ‘em next time Shan!
This week is sure to be eventful my friends, as it is scheduled to include a few Italian quizzes, colder weather, and a climactic close: Clef Hanger Fall Concert! Yay! Until next time! Love ya. Miss ya. Mean it.
Kane
Pictures from Parents Cocktail...finally!
Some Tri Delts Tailgating!
Me with the convict suite mate :)
