08/Apr/2015 | 30 days left
Remember when there were 880 days (or so) left until Graduation? I do, because that's about when I added the countdown. Shane kept asking me the days until the end of Sophomore year and until graduation, so the countdown was born. Now it's 30.
Today I signed up for my Senior Design final presentation. E-Days starts tomorrow. There's too much stuff that needs to get done, all within 30 days, most way less than that. My goal is to not die.
Excitement level: minimal. I'm trying to minimize the objective function that is my emotions right now. Bleh.
17/Apr/2015 | 21 Days left
This week was definitely the most stressful week of the semester. So many things piling on...
One bright spot was our annual Department Banquet on Thursday. Having attended Banquet the past four years (since I was a sophomore), it felt surreal to be one of the Seniors giving gifts to the professors.
But the adventure started after the Banquet.
The banquet was held on top of Lookout and I was helping out Austin, SSG prez, with stuff. The roads were fine going up. The snow had picked up a lot during the banquet. We were the last to leave, naturally. We were going to follow a car with Dawn and Dave and go down the I-70 way. But on the first turn, Austin's Jeep gets stuck in the snow
Dawn and Dave don't see us lag behind and keep driving onwards, leaving us for dead! So Austin is like, ok, I'll back up until I can find a less steep gradient/get traction (he has rear wheel drive). He slides onto the incoming traffic lane until we are dangerously close to the left edge of the road--there is no guardrail and our death (well, not quite our death) would meet us mere inches away.
His phone is dead. I'm at 9%. Service is spotty.
I call the Treasurer. No answer.
I call the VP. No answer.
Then I call Rosie because I know she has all-wheel-drive. In the meantime, we use my remaining phone battery to call AAA. They say they'll send a tow truck within the hour.
While waiting for Rosie, three cars drive by and ignore us. A plow asks how we are. Thanks, plow guy.
I call the VP. No answer.
Then I call Rosie because I know she has all-wheel-drive. In the meantime, we use my remaining phone battery to call AAA. They say they'll send a tow truck within the hour.
While waiting for Rosie, three cars drive by and ignore us. A plow asks how we are. Thanks, plow guy.
Anyway Rosie and Stefan take me down the mountain, and so I charge my phone. Rosie gave her charger cord to Austin, so I could call him. The tow truck company calls and says he's about to head up Lookout, so should be there soon. I say great, and call Austin and say it'll be about 30min. About 35 min later, Austin callls me.
"Uhh, so I know I keep saying this, but there's been an interesting development. A car just stopped by and said that they saw a tow truck that had just slid and crashed off the side of the road."
He calls AAA again, and sure enough, that was supposed to be the truck to pick him up. At this point, I'm extremely tired but laughing because this is too ridiculous. So Austin calls for a ride and gets off the mountain at like 1AM finally. What a crazy night. And of course, it was stuck in the snow when we went up the mountain to get it the next day. So we had to dig it out before some people came and helped push the car out of the snow.
All this plus a normal week's workload of insanity.
24/Apr/2015 | 14 Days left
Lying on the floor, I didn't know what to do. My slice of greasy pizza lay next to me face-down, making the ground slippery for the next person to fall down the stairs, and my phone got thrown across the stairwell. Should I cry?
Almost anything had seemed to make me cry this past month, my stressed emotions like a stressed fault, ready to slip. But I didn't feel like crying now, oddly enough. So I moaned instead, and writhed on the floor for a little while because the cold tile felt good on my swelling ankle.
A sophomore walked into the stairwell.
"Are you okay?"
"Um...I don't know. Sorry, let me get my pizza out of the way for you."
"Uh, should I call for help?"
"Some ice would be nice."
My poor pizza. I had only taken a couple bites out of it. I was late to lab because I had to stand in line for it. At least it was free.
Someone who knew first aid came and helped me get to lab. She asked how many stairs I fell down. I didn't know. Two, maybe? How did this happen? I don't know.
She got me ice and the sophomore threw my pizza away, since it was ruined.
That's the real tragedy here.
I hobbled to Higher Grounds a few hours later to drown my pain in coffee and conversation. While I told this story to Antonia, the poetry teacher sympathizes with me and my tragic day.
"You should write a poem about it."
This story will have to do.
24/Apr/2015 | 14 Days left
Lying on the floor, I didn't know what to do. My slice of greasy pizza lay next to me face-down, making the ground slippery for the next person to fall down the stairs, and my phone got thrown across the stairwell. Should I cry?
Almost anything had seemed to make me cry this past month, my stressed emotions like a stressed fault, ready to slip. But I didn't feel like crying now, oddly enough. So I moaned instead, and writhed on the floor for a little while because the cold tile felt good on my swelling ankle.
A sophomore walked into the stairwell.
"Are you okay?"
"Um...I don't know. Sorry, let me get my pizza out of the way for you."
"Uh, should I call for help?"
"Some ice would be nice."
My poor pizza. I had only taken a couple bites out of it. I was late to lab because I had to stand in line for it. At least it was free.
Someone who knew first aid came and helped me get to lab. She asked how many stairs I fell down. I didn't know. Two, maybe? How did this happen? I don't know.
She got me ice and the sophomore threw my pizza away, since it was ruined.
That's the real tragedy here.
I hobbled to Higher Grounds a few hours later to drown my pain in coffee and conversation. While I told this story to Antonia, the poetry teacher sympathizes with me and my tragic day.
"You should write a poem about it."
This story will have to do.
