Michelle has composed some fighting words including that of "Sass."
And let me say, I can win this and bake cookies at the same time. How do I know? Because I made home made Chocolate Chip Cookies in under 20 minutes today. From scratch. GET AT ME. Yes, that means that I came home, made some bad ass batter, threw those beauties in the oven, and pulled them out in under 20 minutes. Boom. And they were quite delicious (if I do say so myself).
Why the hurry for the cookies. Because I was hungry, don't ask stupid questions. Just kidding. We had our first family dinner tonight! What a delightful time. Over to Cadi's to play with the cats and have some grub and we each brought something. I brought cookies and we had a veggie platter (so healthy) and some chicken and potatoes. Noms ville. And then it was story after story and looking through Cadi's old yearbooks, and Ava rapping, and brainstorming. Just all beautiful things. Now if it wouldn't be so blasted humid everywhere, it would be magnificent. So let's hope that works.
In other news, life's good. I'm a busy little bee and volunteering strangely in unexpected ways to help with registration. And by that I mean that I help the lost looking individuals on campus find their way back to the herd. Or in some instances, show them class rooms in the building I'm in. Nice? You'd better believe it. Good Karma? I sure hope so. Likely to change soon? Sure thing.
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Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
I'm almost certain I didn't do that.
Observations of prospective students on campus for the first time:
1) The Caf is forced to show off-great food for everyone!
2) People watching galore.
3) Pick out the real GAC students because they don't use trays-unlike the entire visiting population.
3a) They also got something other than pizza, chicken tenders, fries, and pie. Also, the GAC students didn't want to wait in the mega lines-so they went to the Veggie line and called it a day.
4) Freshmen are looking younger and younger every year. I'm pretty sure that one is 7.
5) Confused faces of parents and prospies alike as they see the experienced students weave in and out of the Caf in the amount of time it took them to pick out silverware.
Fun story. As Hannah and I were eating lunch, we were at a table next to what seemed to be a lovely family. However, in true fashion, Hannah and I were talking about any number of happenings of things around campus-from the wonderful people who populate the hall I live on, or the visit day itself, my weird cliffhanger dreams and after filling up our water bottles, I was packing up my computer to move to the library and I hear the father say, "she's on the forensics team."
Am I?
Wait....
How do you know that?
Was it the singing of Legally Blonde? Or the fact that I was gesturing like an Italian? Or that I did an average number of 3 character pops per topic? Or did I say really loudly without realizing it, "I'M ON THE FORENSICS TEAM! HEAR ME ROAR!"
I don't remember doing that last one, but it is Saturday, so I can't be held responsible for anythings that seem out of character. (Which character you ask? Your guess is as good as mine.)
Regardless, I didn't know how to react to this confession. I could have approached them, volunteered to talk about the school, tell them about the forensics team. Instead, I looked at them quizzically (probably not my most attractive face) and continued to pack my bag.
And with that, music blasting from the pumpiest of pump up playlists, I call it a day and shall retire to frivolity and non homework until the morning.
1) The Caf is forced to show off-great food for everyone!
2) People watching galore.
3) Pick out the real GAC students because they don't use trays-unlike the entire visiting population.
3a) They also got something other than pizza, chicken tenders, fries, and pie. Also, the GAC students didn't want to wait in the mega lines-so they went to the Veggie line and called it a day.
4) Freshmen are looking younger and younger every year. I'm pretty sure that one is 7.
5) Confused faces of parents and prospies alike as they see the experienced students weave in and out of the Caf in the amount of time it took them to pick out silverware.
Fun story. As Hannah and I were eating lunch, we were at a table next to what seemed to be a lovely family. However, in true fashion, Hannah and I were talking about any number of happenings of things around campus-from the wonderful people who populate the hall I live on, or the visit day itself, my weird cliffhanger dreams and after filling up our water bottles, I was packing up my computer to move to the library and I hear the father say, "she's on the forensics team."
Am I?
Wait....
How do you know that?
Was it the singing of Legally Blonde? Or the fact that I was gesturing like an Italian? Or that I did an average number of 3 character pops per topic? Or did I say really loudly without realizing it, "I'M ON THE FORENSICS TEAM! HEAR ME ROAR!"
I don't remember doing that last one, but it is Saturday, so I can't be held responsible for anythings that seem out of character. (Which character you ask? Your guess is as good as mine.)
Regardless, I didn't know how to react to this confession. I could have approached them, volunteered to talk about the school, tell them about the forensics team. Instead, I looked at them quizzically (probably not my most attractive face) and continued to pack my bag.
And with that, music blasting from the pumpiest of pump up playlists, I call it a day and shall retire to frivolity and non homework until the morning.
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