Have you ever had so much on your plate that none of it really seems real? I have a million things to accomplish, but it's so much that my brain has reacted by skipping past stressed and overwhelmed to just a weird sort of calm. Like the eye of the storm; you know that there's still an entire fucking hurricane to get through, and you have no reason to be but you're just incredibly calm about the whole thing. I tend to panic in this sort of situation. My thought process generally goes a little something like this:
Step 1: What do I need to accomplish today?
Step 2: What can I do to accomplish that?
Step 3: Holy shit, that's a lot to do.
Step 4: Well, I guess if I plow through I can get the majority of it done.
Step 5: Oh shit, tonight is [insert social/family engagement that you already committed to].
Step 6: I'll just have to cancel.
Step 7: Oh my god, I forgot about that extra report due tomorrow.
Step 8: THERE IS NOT ENOUGH TIME IN THE DAY TO GET EVERYTHING DONE!
Step 9: Okay, okay, calm down.
Step 10: Nap
Uh, yeah. It's been busy, I guess is the point of this post. Actually, there really is no point I was hoping to get out of this. I was just kinda tired of looking at that last post. But, to make up for being lame, here is an ELEVEN MINUTE VIDEO of a song that I just can't get enough of. Yes, the song is awesome. No, I don't know what the heck the video is about. And you're probably nowhere near high enough to understand what's going on. That being said, enjoy!
Jeeeeeeeeez, did you watch the entire thing? Don't you have work to do?
Showing posts with label College. Show all posts
Showing posts with label College. Show all posts
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Another post about how I am an old woman.
Two things today:
1.) Suck it, Spring 2009 semester. I was going to take a moment of silence to mourn all the potentially fun times that were lost during the hours of studying, questioning my major and wondering how the hell anyone becomes so amped about Geology, but then, well, #2 on this list happened.
2.) The following conversation between me and a co-worker (via IM) reminded me that there probably wouldn't be a whole lot to mourn.
KV/... well, the day's almost over at least.
Co-worker/... It will be a long night though
KV/... working late?
Co-worker/... Nope, just almost everyone I know graduated today and I have like 20 different people I have to take shots with tonight
KV/... busy night
Co-worker/...Yeah, should be fun. What are you up to
KV/... um, a friend of mine proposed watching "wrath of khan", but i don't know if i'd rather do that or watch "enter the dragon" at the loft.
Co-worker/...Oh
Co-worker/...Uh, that's cool
I think I'm going with Bruce Lee, because I don't always get Star Trek, but a Chinese guy kicking someone in the face is universal.
1.) Suck it, Spring 2009 semester. I was going to take a moment of silence to mourn all the potentially fun times that were lost during the hours of studying, questioning my major and wondering how the hell anyone becomes so amped about Geology, but then, well, #2 on this list happened.
2.) The following conversation between me and a co-worker (via IM) reminded me that there probably wouldn't be a whole lot to mourn.
KV/... well, the day's almost over at least.
Co-worker/... It will be a long night though
KV/... working late?
Co-worker/... Nope, just almost everyone I know graduated today and I have like 20 different people I have to take shots with tonight
KV/... busy night
Co-worker/...Yeah, should be fun. What are you up to
KV/... um, a friend of mine proposed watching "wrath of khan", but i don't know if i'd rather do that or watch "enter the dragon" at the loft.
Co-worker/...Oh
Co-worker/...Uh, that's cool
I think I'm going with Bruce Lee, because I don't always get Star Trek, but a Chinese guy kicking someone in the face is universal.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
There's no time, there's NEVER ANY TIME!
Holy crap, it's already May. Who saw that coming?! I'll tell you who didn't: me, because I'm not a calendar.
May means a lot of things. It's that magical time of year where the nice spring days start to turn into ice-cream melting hell. It's the time when all the dust you kicked out of your house during spring cleaning comes back and is all, "What up bitches? You miss me?". It's also the time of year that I hate the most: finals.
Yes, finals. The only time of year where I actually attend all my classes and pull what I hear are called "all-nighters". It's rare for me to stay up past 11, so staying up till the un-godly hours of the early morn' without alcohol to keep me company is, well, lame. I don't want to study during the day when I'm at my best (except between the hours of 1 and 3 because that's nap time), so why would I want to abandon my bed for arithmatic equations and rock formations?
So, until next Thursday when my last final is over, I'm going to be everywhere but here. Putting in an effort takes a lot of work and there just isn't enough time in the day to give 100% to everything.
But I promise, in the grand scheme of things, this blog is more enjoyable to me than school. Like, waaaaaay more enjoyable.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to the stack of textbooks on the table. Those books aren't going to fall asleep on themselves.
May means a lot of things. It's that magical time of year where the nice spring days start to turn into ice-cream melting hell. It's the time when all the dust you kicked out of your house during spring cleaning comes back and is all, "What up bitches? You miss me?". It's also the time of year that I hate the most: finals.
Yes, finals. The only time of year where I actually attend all my classes and pull what I hear are called "all-nighters". It's rare for me to stay up past 11, so staying up till the un-godly hours of the early morn' without alcohol to keep me company is, well, lame. I don't want to study during the day when I'm at my best (except between the hours of 1 and 3 because that's nap time), so why would I want to abandon my bed for arithmatic equations and rock formations?
So, until next Thursday when my last final is over, I'm going to be everywhere but here. Putting in an effort takes a lot of work and there just isn't enough time in the day to give 100% to everything.
But I promise, in the grand scheme of things, this blog is more enjoyable to me than school. Like, waaaaaay more enjoyable.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to the stack of textbooks on the table. Those books aren't going to fall asleep on themselves.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Because majoring in lightning rounds wasn't possible.
I'm KV and I'm majoring in something kind of ridiculous: history.
I should clarify by saying that I don't think it's ridiculous. History has always been a fascinating subject to me. Maybe it's because I always read it like a movie script. Hold the phone, the Aztecs thought Cortes was the god Quetzalcoatl? And he didn't even correct them but instead used their beliefs against them, formed alliances with other native tribes and decimated their empire? This stuff practically writes itself.
However, I'm a firm believer that you can't invest in a future if you don't know your past. History got a lot of things wrong, but it also got a lot of things right. I like knowing where I came from.
The problem with majoring in history is there's no definite job you can do after you graduate. If you're majoring in pre-med, for example, you go on to medical school and eventually become a doctor. Elementary Education majors go on to teach, political science majors go on to be lawyers or judges and philosophy majors go on to do a lot of drugs and read a lot of Hunter S. Thompson. It's just the way the world works.
The majority of history majors go on to teach it. I don't really want to do that. I've spent the last sixteen years in school and the last thing I want to do when I graduate is go back and teach punk-ass kids like myself. I don't care how many blazers with sewn in leather elbow pads I get to wear or how many wine and brie socials are included. No Dead Poets Society in this corner, thank you very much.
To be honest, I don't really know what I want to do after college. And for now I'm cool with that. Maybe it's because I'm naive, apathetic or just blindly buying into the "whatever is meant to happen will" philosophy, but I'm not really worried about it.
What does worry me, however, is the judgement I get from people when this exchange happens:
Stranger: Are you still going to school?
KV: Yeah.
Stranger: What are you majoring in?
KV: History.
Stranger: How neat! Are you planning to teach it?
KV: Not really. Teaching doesn't really interest me.
Stranger:...Well, good luck.
That's neat? Good luck? What the fuck does that mean? Just because I'm not majoring in saving the world or business economics doesn't mean that I'm going to graduate, live in an old refrigerator box beneath the underpass and fight bums for food.
I once had a co-worker tell me that majoring in history was "whimsical". It's not like I'm studying fairy dust or elves; it's history. Past civilizations, cultures and people are not whimsical. The people of yesteryear (actual year between the 3rd and 4th centuries) would rise from the grave and curse the holy hell out of this place if they heard that.
I don't know why having other people judge what I'm studying irks me. Maybe it's because I sometimes feel selfish studying something like history. It's completely self-indulgent, but nothing else interests me as much as it does. So screw it if I don't have a job planned out where I can use it, if I'm going to be paying 20 grand a year for college, it's going to be in a subject that I like.
I figure worse comes to worse, I can make a living traveling the world with a band of gypsies. Or befriend the philosophy students, read a bunch of Kafka and smoke a lot of weed. Win!
I should clarify by saying that I don't think it's ridiculous. History has always been a fascinating subject to me. Maybe it's because I always read it like a movie script. Hold the phone, the Aztecs thought Cortes was the god Quetzalcoatl? And he didn't even correct them but instead used their beliefs against them, formed alliances with other native tribes and decimated their empire? This stuff practically writes itself.
However, I'm a firm believer that you can't invest in a future if you don't know your past. History got a lot of things wrong, but it also got a lot of things right. I like knowing where I came from.
The problem with majoring in history is there's no definite job you can do after you graduate. If you're majoring in pre-med, for example, you go on to medical school and eventually become a doctor. Elementary Education majors go on to teach, political science majors go on to be lawyers or judges and philosophy majors go on to do a lot of drugs and read a lot of Hunter S. Thompson. It's just the way the world works.
The majority of history majors go on to teach it. I don't really want to do that. I've spent the last sixteen years in school and the last thing I want to do when I graduate is go back and teach punk-ass kids like myself. I don't care how many blazers with sewn in leather elbow pads I get to wear or how many wine and brie socials are included. No Dead Poets Society in this corner, thank you very much.
To be honest, I don't really know what I want to do after college. And for now I'm cool with that. Maybe it's because I'm naive, apathetic or just blindly buying into the "whatever is meant to happen will" philosophy, but I'm not really worried about it.
What does worry me, however, is the judgement I get from people when this exchange happens:
Stranger: Are you still going to school?
KV: Yeah.
Stranger: What are you majoring in?
KV: History.
Stranger: How neat! Are you planning to teach it?
KV: Not really. Teaching doesn't really interest me.
Stranger:...Well, good luck.
That's neat? Good luck? What the fuck does that mean? Just because I'm not majoring in saving the world or business economics doesn't mean that I'm going to graduate, live in an old refrigerator box beneath the underpass and fight bums for food.
I once had a co-worker tell me that majoring in history was "whimsical". It's not like I'm studying fairy dust or elves; it's history. Past civilizations, cultures and people are not whimsical. The people of yesteryear (actual year between the 3rd and 4th centuries) would rise from the grave and curse the holy hell out of this place if they heard that.
I don't know why having other people judge what I'm studying irks me. Maybe it's because I sometimes feel selfish studying something like history. It's completely self-indulgent, but nothing else interests me as much as it does. So screw it if I don't have a job planned out where I can use it, if I'm going to be paying 20 grand a year for college, it's going to be in a subject that I like.
I figure worse comes to worse, I can make a living traveling the world with a band of gypsies. Or befriend the philosophy students, read a bunch of Kafka and smoke a lot of weed. Win!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Pop Quiz
What are college kids doing with their paychecks?
A.) Blowing it on two-for-one drink specials every Thursday night.
B.) Bribing Sallie Mae loan services to forget our number.
C.) Saving it up to go to a university we can't afford.
D.) Buying blow from Shifty Petey on the corner.
E.) Forgetting all the debt we've collected during our time in college and spending it all on concert tickets.
Answer: Mother-effing E. Suck it, Sallie Mae!*
*Seriously, if there's any way you could forget my number that would be spectacular.
A.) Blowing it on two-for-one drink specials every Thursday night.
B.) Bribing Sallie Mae loan services to forget our number.
C.) Saving it up to go to a university we can't afford.
D.) Buying blow from Shifty Petey on the corner.
E.) Forgetting all the debt we've collected during our time in college and spending it all on concert tickets.
Answer: Mother-effing E. Suck it, Sallie Mae!*
*Seriously, if there's any way you could forget my number that would be spectacular.
Friday, March 13, 2009
What I learned in college.
I had to give an oral presentation in my Spanish class as part of my final exam. I spent all night stressing about it, for reasons that now seem really silly. Mostly because my presentation went a little something like this:
KV: I know we were supposed to memorize it, but is it okay if I read from index cards?
Professor: Yeah, sure. That's fine.
KV: (read a two minute presentation about quinceaneras, the Mexican answer to a sweet-16. Less cars to be given out, but definitely more booze to be had.)
KV: Almost all the girls in my family have had a quinceanera. And with 20+ cousins, that's a lot of quinces.
Professor: Don't take this the wrong way, but your family must spend a fortune! I would think it reaches a point where nobody wants to hear the word quinceanera anymore.
KV: Not really. My family is really into partying. Any excuse to drink and dance is cool by us.
We spent the next five minutes talking about parties. My professor then told me to have a good spring break and "not worry about this class anymore." I spent most of the day yesterday worrying about this presentation. Slaving over making a poster. Pouring over my Spanish book until my eyes refused to focus. I may have even paid Red to help translate some things from English to Spanish. Nothing that can be proven of course.
My point being I spent all that time for nothing. I was in and out in an hour and a half. It felt super anti-climactic but after thinking about it, all I have to say is hot damn! That's what I call a final.
And who am I to disagree with a teacher who tells me to have a good spring break and not worry about school? Nay, to disagree with the entire educational system? I mean, it'd be a slap in the face to educators everywhere if I didn't go out and not worry about Spanish class. And I'm not one to slap faces. Not today, anyway.
KV: I know we were supposed to memorize it, but is it okay if I read from index cards?
Professor: Yeah, sure. That's fine.
KV: (read a two minute presentation about quinceaneras, the Mexican answer to a sweet-16. Less cars to be given out, but definitely more booze to be had.)
KV: Almost all the girls in my family have had a quinceanera. And with 20+ cousins, that's a lot of quinces.
Professor: Don't take this the wrong way, but your family must spend a fortune! I would think it reaches a point where nobody wants to hear the word quinceanera anymore.
KV: Not really. My family is really into partying. Any excuse to drink and dance is cool by us.
We spent the next five minutes talking about parties. My professor then told me to have a good spring break and "not worry about this class anymore." I spent most of the day yesterday worrying about this presentation. Slaving over making a poster. Pouring over my Spanish book until my eyes refused to focus. I may have even paid Red to help translate some things from English to Spanish. Nothing that can be proven of course.
My point being I spent all that time for nothing. I was in and out in an hour and a half. It felt super anti-climactic but after thinking about it, all I have to say is hot damn! That's what I call a final.
And who am I to disagree with a teacher who tells me to have a good spring break and not worry about school? Nay, to disagree with the entire educational system? I mean, it'd be a slap in the face to educators everywhere if I didn't go out and not worry about Spanish class. And I'm not one to slap faces. Not today, anyway.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
I Want It All, I Just Can't Figure Out Nothing
I've been having a hard time as of late. I can't figure out what I want to do with my life and everything I've done thus far seems, well, bleh. Quarter-life crisis come early is what's happening. At least I think so because I'm too lazy to look up what defines a quarter-life crisis on Wikipedia.
It's not that I don't have direction. It's that there's too many directions I want to go in. I want to study history, but I also want to learn how to be an archaeologist. I want to study anthropology, paleontology, Spanish, Mexican-American and European studies. I want to learn web design. I want to improve my writing skills. I want to be a screen writer, an editor, a director, or at least an extra in a zombie movie.
Dream big!
The problem is that I can't choose. I've tried and I just can't. I decide to go with one major and it's fine for a semester or so and then suddenly every fiber in my being is like, "History is for pricks and dead white guys. Let's be a movie director now!"
Aaaaaaand that's how you spend almost four years in college and still accomplish nothing academically. It's really quite a talent. I could write a book.
So, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to build a resume right here on this blog. And by "resume" I mean "a list of things I am awesome blossom at". I'm talkin' awesome blossom with EXTRA awesome. Eat that.
1. Yelling/Shouting/Being Loud In General
Seriously, if there was a medal for being the loud, I would win it. I'd win it so many times, that they would eventually just end up naming the award the KV Award For Outstanding Decibel Achievement.
2. Watching things
Like this except with less robots. That is, unless has a spare robot.
If you need someone to watch a movie for you and then make comments about it, I'm your lady. Marathoning TV on DVD is one of my favorite things to do. I once even spent an entire Saturday watching Lifetime movies and westerns. Point being, if you need things watched, I'm pretty amazing at it. I don't discriminate between good or bad movies, entertaining or boring ones. Which leads me to #3...
3. Napping
I can nap anywhere. ANYWHERE. When I was little, my mom used to pay people to find me because I was such a stealth napper. If you need someone to be unconscious for 1-2 hours at any point in the day, then look no further. No longer than 2 hours though. Any nap that's longer than 2 hours is a sleep. Although I'm pretty good at that too.
4. Drinking
My drinking comes complete with dancing on platforms at clubs, hitting people in the eye with my elbows, drunk dialing, speaking every word of Spanish that I've ever heard and an enormous increase of Skill #1. However, it also comes with the spins, occasional vomiting and multiple declarations of "Seriously, seriously, you guys, no, shut up seriously I'm trying to say something here, I love you."
5. Time wasting
Pretty self-explanatory.
It's not that I don't have direction. It's that there's too many directions I want to go in. I want to study history, but I also want to learn how to be an archaeologist. I want to study anthropology, paleontology, Spanish, Mexican-American and European studies. I want to learn web design. I want to improve my writing skills. I want to be a screen writer, an editor, a director, or at least an extra in a zombie movie.
Dream big!
The problem is that I can't choose. I've tried and I just can't. I decide to go with one major and it's fine for a semester or so and then suddenly every fiber in my being is like, "History is for pricks and dead white guys. Let's be a movie director now!"
Aaaaaaand that's how you spend almost four years in college and still accomplish nothing academically. It's really quite a talent. I could write a book.
So, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to build a resume right here on this blog. And by "resume" I mean "a list of things I am awesome blossom at". I'm talkin' awesome blossom with EXTRA awesome. Eat that.
1. Yelling/Shouting/Being Loud In General
Seriously, if there was a medal for being the loud, I would win it. I'd win it so many times, that they would eventually just end up naming the award the KV Award For Outstanding Decibel Achievement.
2. Watching things
Like this except with less robots. That is, unless has a spare robot.
If you need someone to watch a movie for you and then make comments about it, I'm your lady. Marathoning TV on DVD is one of my favorite things to do. I once even spent an entire Saturday watching Lifetime movies and westerns. Point being, if you need things watched, I'm pretty amazing at it. I don't discriminate between good or bad movies, entertaining or boring ones. Which leads me to #3...
3. Napping
I can nap anywhere. ANYWHERE. When I was little, my mom used to pay people to find me because I was such a stealth napper. If you need someone to be unconscious for 1-2 hours at any point in the day, then look no further. No longer than 2 hours though. Any nap that's longer than 2 hours is a sleep. Although I'm pretty good at that too.
4. Drinking
My drinking comes complete with dancing on platforms at clubs, hitting people in the eye with my elbows, drunk dialing, speaking every word of Spanish that I've ever heard and an enormous increase of Skill #1. However, it also comes with the spins, occasional vomiting and multiple declarations of "Seriously, seriously, you guys, no, shut up seriously I'm trying to say something here, I love you."
5. Time wasting
Pretty self-explanatory.
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