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Monday, September 16, 2013

Too Busy to Breath

I know, I know.

It's been like, two weeks.

I'm sorry.

In my defense, I had to sleep just a little :P

If you're looking for a long, meaningful, touching post about college, wait a bit. I promise there will be one eventually, but this post is not it. This post is a down and dirty, "what the heck is College Girl up to?" kind of post.

Mostly, I'm trying to reassure you that I'm not dead.

I'm not, I promise.

I'm just SUPER busy.

This Fall I am taking Number Theory, Real Analysis 1, Numerical Analysis, private piano lessons, adult advanced ballet, ABCs (Abs, Cardio and Strength) and Beginning French 1.

Bonjour!

I am also a math tutor for the college two nights a week, a TA for general physics 1, a private tutor for two high school students in Staunton (one who happens to be the Dean of the College's daughter O.O ), RHA vice-chair, RHA Regional parliamentarian, serving on the Education Policy Committee for the college, on the Phoenix Dance Team, and in the math club.

I'm also still doing research (my group from this summer is trying to publish!) and I'm in the process (okay, I need to be in the process) of applying for internships and REUs for next summer. Also, I like to sleep and that kind of stuff.

(It's a shame, I know.)

So you don't go to long without seeing my *flips hair* beautiful face, I will leave you with some pictures of Basil and me from this weekend. Procrastination through makeup is a beautiful thing :P





Love,

A Very Busy College Girl

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Put On Your Dancing Shoes


I’ve been wanting to write this post for a while. Or maybe not this post per say, but a post about ballet.

If you don’t know, before college I was *pretty* into dance. And by “into it” I mean “20+ hours a week at 13” into it. I’d been dancing since I was four, and I dreamed of being a professional ballerina.



(College was my fifth backup plan after rockette, actress, singer and au pair.)


Coming to Baldwin, I knew that I had to, definitely must, no excuses dance. It had never been an option and it would not be.



But then I became a cheerleader and realized that college classes meant college homework (ugh) and that I wanted to hang out with everyone else on a Thursday night instead of going to ballet.



All the sudden, I was avoiding dance and skipping ballet classes, something I had never done before. My dance career ended in the beginning of spring semester, Freshman year. After a few meltdowns, I quit.

I decided that I was done with ballet. It was something for Little College Girl. I was now an adult, a college student and I did not need it.

So I cut my hair because I could. I didn’t need to put it in a bun ever again.



and I kept cheerleading because I could. While Ballet College Girl hadn’t had time, I was a new, better version of me and New-and-Improved College Girl did have time.


I joined tae kwon do because it was something I’d never had time for before. (I still do it, and I still love it! I just got my yellow belt this summer :D )


And I will never, ever tell you that I regret quitting ballet, because I don’t. I needed to learn to define myself without ballet, something I had never done before. I also needed to focus on my school, something else I had never done before :P


I always meant to write a post about it though, but I never did. Honestly, because I never really felt closure with ballet. The girl who throws away everything refused to throw out the four assorted bags of dance stuff sitting around the house.


My room is still decorated with dance posters and pointe shoes, though I swore for the entire last year that I would never ever, not once, even in a billion years dance again.

I wear my hair in a ballet bun about three to five times a week because it’s a fast, efficient and comfortable style. Also, it looks darn good on me, if I do say so myself.

To be blunt, I brought a leotard to Indiana. Why? I HAVE NO IDEA BUT I DID.

I still dance to relax, even if it’s just around my room.

I miss ballet.



It is literally the best stress reliever for me. It calms me down and relaxes me and makes me happy.

Hi, I’m College Girl and I’m a ballet addict.

Over the last year I’ve tried so many other forms of physical activity in hopes that it will do the same thing.

Cheerleading? To stressful.

Tae kwon do? AWESOME but not the same.

Zumba?  Fun, but let’s get real, it’s an exercise class.

Running? Hate it. Do it (sometimes) but hate it.

Walking? BORING.

The list goes on and on.

So finally, yesterday afternoon I was dancing around my room, using a chair as a barre and I realized: I don’t have time to take five classes a week obviously. But one class? Adult advanced? I have time. I have the money. Why not?

So I called to check with my parents and they a-okayed the deal.

Hi, I’m College Girl and I just can’t seem to stay away from my drug of choice. I doubt I ever will be able to.

I am so excited to start class next week. I’m so excited to move and spin and stretch and jump and make sure that every finger is in the right place, and my head is at just the right angle.



Hi, I’m College Girl and I love ballet.

Will it be the same as when I was twelve? No. But that’s good. I’m not living the same life. But will it be what I love? I really, really hope (and expect) so.

Love,

College Girl

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Rambles

I'm apologize in advance if this post is a bit rambly. (Not like they all aren't, but, you know....) So much has happened since I last blogged!

Ramble 1

I'm totally stealing this ramble idea from Kelle Hampton's blog, Enjoying the Small Things. I just didn't know what else to do with the thoughts in my brain, so a ramble seemed like a good idea.

A ramble is always a good idea.

Amen.

Ramble 2

I went to the beach like, a week and a half ago with Flower.


Oh my gosh was it really only a week and a half ago?

Anyway, I got tan, and ate a lot of food. It was great. Flower and I swore we'll go again  :)

I also went bathing suit shopping! Which is actually probably really frustrating for my mother, because I'm pretty picky when it comes to bathing suit bottoms.

You see, I'm convinced that if my bottoms are even the slightest bit snug, they'll give me a muffin top. So I refuse to buy bottoms that aren't like an XL. Except then the bum sags. And on top of that, the moment they get wet and full of sand, those puppies are sliding and slipping and the only reason my bottoms stayed on in the waves is because I held them on.

Obviously, my mom warned me about this danger of sliding bottoms.

Even more obviously, I didn't listen. <- story of my life

Ramble 3

If  you didn't know, I'm back at Baldwin! My room is super OCD and neat. I love it.

Classes don't start until Monday, but I got here Thursday for a Student Leader's Conference. I would like to say it was enjoyable and I learned a lot, but it was not. Maybe it's just because I'm shy and kind of an introvert, but making me play icebreakers with a group of 40 other girls who are all shouting and yelling and laughing and jostling is not my idea of a fun time. It's more like living hell, but louder.

Luckily, my board meetings for RHA made up for it. There was five people (including me) at them, they were quiet, and, let's be honest, planning stuff is my favorite thing to do :D

Ramble 4

I wish I'd thought to take a picture of it, but my smoothie this morning had sprinkles on it. Like, little sprinkles on top of the whipped cream on top of a smoothie. I don't know who even puts whipped cream on a smoothie, but I am not complaining. Especially when it involves sprinkles.

I think that might be it for now. Just remember: sprinkles and a good book make everything better.

Love,

College Girl

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Pretty Awesome Cousins

Last week I went to the zoo with my cousins.


When I was younger I always wished I had cousins my age. We could hangout, have sleepovers, go shopping together. You know, all those cousin things that people do!

Instead, I got blessed with lots of little cousins. My oldest cousin (from my mom's side) is 10, and the youngest will be born in November! Self-Rescuing Princess (my older sister) is 19, and our aunts and uncles frequently refer to their children as our nieces and nephews :P


Honestly, having baby cousins is awesome. You can't fight with them, and it means you get unlimited baby time whenever you see them. (I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but I love little kids.)



In addition, all of us older cousins (this includes Little Dude!) are pros at dealing with babies and toddlers now. Great babysitters? Heck yeah!

Let's get real though. Talking to babies? Easy. Talking to 10-year-old boys? Pretty darn terrifying if you ask me.


When I was younger (and even now!) I'd get frustrated when adults ignored me because they don't know how to talk to me. I'd get very indignant!

What? Huh? Don't know how to talk to a twelve-year-old? WHY? You were twelve once! And anyway, it's not like I'm stupid! I'm a human! I can hold a conversation!

I'm sure you can imagine that I was a lovely pre-teen :P


But honestly, I now *kind of* understand it. I'm only sixteen, but I have no idea what to say to a ten-year-old! What do you talk about? I don't want to talk down to them, but I don't want to accidentally say something inappropriate either! What if they think I think they're stupid? What if they think I'm stupid? What if they hate me? Aahhh!!!

Okay, maybe not everyone is quite as neurotic as me, but you know what I mean.

Sadly, this means I tend to ignore my cousins at big family gatherings. Let's be honest, those things are already socially stressful enough. Let's not add the pressure of actually talking to other people.

I'm kidding! I'm kidding!


Not really. I'm actually not kidding.

Going to the zoo with my cousins though was super nice:

a) we got to feed and pet cool animals

b) it wasn't socially stressful because it's impossible to be stressed after touching a baby kangaroo

c) it was a great time to interact with my cousins without having to figure out an appropriate conversation topic.
Like, just a guess, but I'm pretty sure my cousin has no interest in either graph theory or Liam Hemsworth.


There was enough to do that it wasn't awkward, but we weren't so busy that there was time to talk to them and joke around and get to know them.

Which is good, because every time I come back they are so much older, and before I know it they will be teenagers too.

All I'm saying is that if you have younger cousins (or your own nieces and nephews!) don't ignore them. Take the time to get to know them, because they're pretty awesome in the long run.


Love,

College Girl

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Keeping Busy

So what have I been up to since I got home?

Well...

Thursday I ran errands with my mom, which included getting my provisional driver's license!!!
I still need to go to court to get my official, plastic license of course, but I'll do that over Christmas break.

Thursday afternoon I just had to use a real kitchen, so I made scones for the next morning. That evening Flower slept over, and we talked, baked cookies and watched "The Breakfast Club" which might be the best movie ever.

Friday, Flower and I went shopping in DC for her birthday :D We meant to go to Forever 21, Anthropologie, Urban Outfitters and American Apparel, but we ended up spending 3.5 hours in Forever 21, and barely made it to Anthropologie. Best. Shopping. Trip. Ever.


Of course, we got matching sunglasses and iced coffee. I also got four new outfits. Ignore the shameless mirror selfies.



I also got a floral dress with a black jacket, and a black church dress with lace accents.

Saturday a childhood/family friend  (I can't believe I'm actually linking that post, please don't judge) came up to visit for the day. I haven't seen her in two years, and it was great to see her again!


Sunday was my first relaxed day at home. After church, my family just hung out. I finally unpacked, practiced some piano, and I baked French tarts to take to my grandparents' house for dinner the next night.

tart pans
filling the tarts with raspberry jam and champagne marmalade 
topped with almond frangipane and buttercream to finish
Monday my mom and I went to my grandmother's house to see my one of my aunts and Big M (my baby cousin) and to do some projects.
I loved seeing everyone, and I dedicated my morning to riling up my cousin :P I forgot how funny two-year-olds are.

video

That afternoon my grandmother, my mom and I went to look for a dress for Junior Dad's, which is a dance at Mary Baldwin in November where our dads give us our class rings.

I didn't think I'd find anything, but I ended up finding two gorgeous dresses.


I ended up picking the silver one, which is really a silver-y blue and much prettier in real life. I can only describe it as a fairy or ballerina dress because it's so delicate and flow-y.

That evening, everyone (my grandmother, my grandfather, my mother, my father, my aunt, Big M, and Self-Rescuing Princess. Little Dude, who is so not little anymore - kid is almost as tall as me was on a trip to Kings Dominion) gathered back at my grandparent's house for dinner and French tarts.

Tuesday was a calmer day again. I played some piano and worked on teaching myself guitar, then in the evening I went to tae kwon do and zumba.

And finally *takes a deep breath* yesterday. I worked on a few projects I'm looking forward to sharing with you soon. I made some decorations for my room in school, namely a paper chain made from recycled newspaper and I cut squares of newspaper to be used for folding paper cranes. (I'm hoping to fold 1000 by the end of the school year!)

 I also made a mango-coconut upside down cake with coconut whipped cream. I'm using a pineapple upside down cake recipe as the base, but I've made quite a few adjustments and I'm very pleased with the results. (Of course, the testosterone in the room didn't even notice the subtle undertones of coconut in the cake and thought the mango was "weird". Boys.)

Oh yeah! I almost forgot, but yesterday I went shoe shopping because I only owned two pairs of daily wear shoes and one was being held together with super glue. I also got my eyebrows done so bye bye fuzzy caterpillars, and, most importantly, I got a second ear piercing!! Isn't it cute?


Little Dude was way to excited to watch me get it pierced. He apparently was hoping it would bleed and I'd cry, but no such luck. Honestly, it barely hurt! I'm so in love with it. Since I'm allergic to fake metals I got it pierced with gold, but I'm also being super careful to clean it three times a day, and turn the earring to make sure my skin doesn't grow to it *yuck*.

Today I'll probably craft some more, and I have tae kwon do tonight.

What have you been up to this week?

Love,

College Girl

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

No More Flying

Wednesday I came home from camp with three suitcases, a backpack, a poster tube and a fever in tow.


I'll say this right now: I hate flying. Or, maybe I don't hate flying, but I do strongly dislike bag check and security and very sweet girls who sit next to you on the flight and talk for 2 hours straight (do you know she had a boyfriend last year, she has four siblings, she's Mormon, she's never flown before, that lady over there has a very large wedding ring, she loves to listen to music, she had to go to summer school because she failed history, and she always thinks of the worst case scenarios when doing anything slightly dangerous?) Don't get me wrong. She was really sweet, but I had a fever. Oh man it was a long day. 

And maybe I wouldn't have disliked bag check and security as much if I hadn't had three huge, overstuffed suitcases, a backpack and a poster tube to somehow drag through the line all by myself. Guys, I was trying to maneuver about 150 lbs of luggage. That's like trying to drag one and a part of myself. Just no.

So anyway, I was trying to drag these bags through the line surrounded by a billion people, all asking me why I heck I had so much luggage. 

Was I coming back from a month in Europe? Was I moving? Did I really need all that stuff? <- reasons I hate people sometimes

In addition, one of my bags was front heavy, which is another way to say it was a disaster. The poor business man in front of me finally got so frustrated of almost being killed by a falling bag every five seconds that he just dragged it for me, which was mildly mortifying.

I finally got checked in though, and the girl I was at the airport with did too. Finally. Did I mention we probably stood in line for 30 minutes? After a hour and a half bus ride? After a 30 minute car ride? And I had needed to pee when we left the dorm that morning? Yeah. After bag check, I really needed to pee.


But because security had a long line, we couldn't find any bathrooms, and we were worried about time, we decided to go through security before finding a bathroom. 

So there I was, standing in the only security line that refused to move forward, having someone who's "son has his flight in 15 minutes!" pushing by me, having to pee, with, let's be honest, three carry-ons instead of two, sweating, trying to juggle fifteen pieces of paper, a phone, and an ID. Did I mention I had a fever? Also, I really had to pee

We literally spent 45 minutes standing in that damned security line. I swear that everyone around us was moving, except our line. No movement. At all. Ohmygosh it was like living hell. 

Anyway, so we finally make it to the front of the line, me trying to hide the fact that I had three carry-ons by tying my poster tube to my little suitcase with an elastic headband, and we are about to get to the scanner thing when my mom calls. That might have been the shortest conversation we have ever had. 

Anyway, so we get to the scanner. I rip off my sandals, shove my phone and my jacket into a designated bucket, rip open my backpack and pull out my computer, try desperately to shove my boarding pass into my already overfilled back pockets that are too small to hold anything to begin with, slam my poster tube onto the conveyor belt, somehow heft my 20+ lb carry-on suitcase onto it and I now really, really have to pee.

I get through the scanner with no issues. Oh-my-gosh-I-might-actually-make-it-home-one-day. I start to put on my shoes when I notice security has stopped the conveyor belt to look at my airport buddy and my poster tubes. Oh please no I really have too pee

Then, all the sudden, a TSA guard person walks up holding my purple suitcase. "Is this your bag ma'am?" Cue me wanting to lie down and cry for a few minutes. Instead, I just nod and jam my phone into my incredibly overstuffed back pockets. "I'm going to have to search this bag by hand. Please follow me." Oh-my-gosh-I-will-never-make-it-home-I-am-going-to-die-in-this-stupid-airport. 

So I shove on my shoes, jam things into my pockets and my overfilled backpack, ignore the fact that my poster tube is still being looked at by other TSA guards and follow the man over. 

"You are not allowed to touch the bag during this entire process." 

Oh my gosh, what did I do??

"Is there anything in this bag that will stab, poke, slice, cut or hurt me when I open it?"

Oh crap. "uhm... there might be a fork in there. And a butter knife." oh gosh.

So he opened the bag, and two t-shirts come spilling out, and I'm standing there freaking out because I'm worried they'll probably think I was trying to stab someone or something oh gosh. He swiped the bag for bombs or something then looks around but he's not finding the silverware because they are, effectively, hidden. 

"uhm... if you move the bedspread, yeah, and you open that lunch box bag, yeah, under the t-shirts, uhuh, wrapped up in that t-shirt"

He followed my directions, and sure enough, there lies that butter knife. Oh gosh. I was almost hyperventilating at this point. And he goes, "you can't have this on the plane ma'am. Would you like to go check it in baggage then come back through security?" and I go (in a teary voice) "oh no please just throw it away right now pleeaase. I really don't want it. Please." 

And that's how my first ever experience with the TSA (all by myself) went. Well anyway, after that I made sure to tell him that if you open the lunch box that was under the t-shirts in the lunch box bag and you check under the kindle, there's a fork in there too. Apparently, forks are okay-dokey though. Whatevs. I tried to help.

So anyway, I was pretty much freaking out when I finally got my suitcase back, and I turn around, and our poster tubes have finally come through, thank you Lord.  Of course, my airport buddy's backpack needed to be checked again, just our luck. Finally though, we were ready to go. And oh my freaking gosh, I really needed to pee

Then we found a bathroom. <- best part of the trip

Also, we found some lunch and our gates which was nice. After saying goodbye, I took some Motrin for my fever, and settled down to wait for my flight. 

My stress about my three carry-ons was unnecessary in the end, too.


I'm honestly slightly shocked I ever got home :P

Love,

College Girl 

Monday, July 29, 2013

2 Days

We go home in two days. I don't think I can explain how excited I am, but I'm also a bit sad.
Even though I missed home and got frustrated with research sometimes, I could easily describe this as the best summer of my life so far.


I've *learned* to enjoy doing research (the first few weeks were rough but now I kind of like it), I really enjoy having a poster to show to everyone and be like, "look what I did!" (we should be getting our posters today!) and I've met some great people here :) And some weird people. (aFonda and VT I'm talking about you :P )

(Let's have an honest moment. This if the first time I've ever felt like I could say I was friends with someone over the age of 16. While I love my 16-year-old friends, it's really, really cool not to be the "little kid" anymore. Also, 20-year-olds are awesome.)

All in all, it has been one big, great adventure and it's opened so many doors for my future.
And more applications.
Ew.

It's really quite bittersweet these last few days, because while I'm superduperohmygoshican'tbreathe excited to go home, I'm sad to see this summer come to a close.


It's been a good two months.

Love,

College Girl

P.S. aFonda and VT, don't you even dare saying anything about the mushy-ness of this post or else I swear I will... well I don't quite know yet but I'll do something awful. *scary face*