Late Post is Late

My Sunday was pretty much spent at Art Prize with my family, so instead of describing it all, I'm just going to throw pictures at all of you. Enjoy!

Meagan and I with the Elephants!

Those scissors they left on the chair are really tempting....

Representation of the population of NYC through blown glass vials

Biggest drawing I've ever seen

What is that goat doing on that tightrope?!

This is awesome. That is all.

Art.

I would have broken this if I had made it.

Cloud zombies! Run before they eat your data! (Lame joke is lame.)

Scamper?! Where are you??

Is it just me or is that T-Rex eating the crowd?

"Please do not touch the art!" Too late.

After all of that, my family decides that we should go out to dinner (which I completely agreed with). At Olive Garden. (Which I did not completely agree with). Where our waiter decided to seat us at the exact same spot as last time.

Yes, it was too soon.

Either they are really lax with their blacklisting, or I'm still allowed in there. I have mixed feelings on this.

The only other thing that really happened on Sunday was that my roommates decided that if our house was the family from Family Guy, that I'd be Chris. At least I'm not Meg. Got that going for me.

Monday was sort of nerve-wracking because I got all my test grades back. In my anthropology class, my professor had our grades up online, but couldn't hand out our tests yet. I spent the majority of class panicking while taking notes. My walk between classes was basically me just attempting to make my iPod get to my grades.

I'm not to happy with my grade on that test. She says that her test average is usually around 70%, and I got and 82%, so I should be pretty happy, but I'm not. At the very least I wanted to get a B+ on this test, and now I'm going to have to work a lot harder to pull my grade up to an A by the end of the semester. Can you do that when there's only two more grades? Well, I guess I'm going to find out.

I got a quiz back in computer science that day too, but I don't really want to talk about that.

Calculus was awesome though! Our professor handed back our exams at the beginning of class, which is good because I might have fought him if I had to wait until the next class to get it. Anyways, I got a 93%! Which is pretty good, considering I forgot what a derivative was for like 20 minutes of the testing time.

After classes I went to practice, and then study tables. Where I worked on calculus for 2 hours straight.

Yeah calculus, yeahhhh.

Busy Weekends

Friday was weird. First off, it was the third double run of the week and I had to start running before 7 so I would have time to get to my 8 am because I had a midterm (what?) that class and it was sort of important that I was on time for it. Just a little bit.

The test is all multiple choice, which is sometimes good but sometimes very, very bad. As soon as we start the test, I sort of fly through all 60 questions and check them all in around 25 minutes. All I can think while
I'm leaving is that the test went either really, really well or horribly. There is no middle ground here.

So now I get to spend all weekend freaking out and shitting my diaper patiently waiting for my professor to either post the grade of to get it back in class, hopefully on Monday.

Unfortunately, there isn't much you can do between classes in 35 minutes. I ended up sitting on a bench by my next class, listening to music and checking my email through my iPod. And drinking coffee, because it hadn't frozen like it usually does by the time I get to my second class.

I was going to ask my teacher questions about our project, but we didn't have our teacher that day. We had a sub. I didn't even know you could have subs in college. Is this a thing? Can they even do that?

Basically all that happened there was that I took a quiz and got out 30 minutes early, and got to sit in the basement of the building as I waited for my calculus class to happen. It was not really all that awesome. Not awesome at all.

The rest of my classes were boring, and I spent my time between my last class and my second run desperately hoping my anthropology professor would upload our test results. (It didn't happen.) Around three I went on a six mile run with my roommate, and I pretty much spent the rest of my night catching up on Castle a bit. Which reminds me; I'll probably be having posts about the TV shows I watch (aka crime shows) soon. Because the people I usually geek out freak out with are now at different colleges, and I need an outlet for this before I start to scare people.

Today I went with my sister Eileen to the bank, because she accidentally deposited around $200 into my account instead of her own and she needed me to switch it back. I ended up staying over at her house for most of the day, working on my computer science project (which I may or may not be doing correctly. I have absolutely no idea right now.) and eating lunch.

Since the majority of the team was away for a meet, everyone else who stayed was on their own for the long run today. I ended up running form my sister's apartment and down to this park that's about 3-ish miles away and doing some loops around there until I ran 11 miles and my sister picked me up. It wasn't that bad, but my legs were still pretty dead from the 400 workout a couple days ago.

As my sister dropped me off, I stole back my camera. But I should have checked it before she left, because while I do have my camera, I don't have my memory card.

Well played.

Tomorrow my sister Meagan and my parents are coming to visit from home and we're all going to Art Prize! Which is cool because I was planning on going this weekend, but it never really happened. So I'll definitely be looking forward to tomorrow :)

Quesadilla Party

Today wasn't very exciting. But I'll try to make it sound like it was exciting, for anybody who feels the need to read this.

Lab was pretty awesome today. The lab assignment was basically doing two programming warm ups, and then five exercises from this website she had. While my partner and I did the warm ups together, we decided it would be more efficient to split the exercises, in part because he had a test and because I wanted food. I did somewhere between three and four of those exercises by myself! Which is good, because our new project is based off of the knowledge used in this lab, so maybe I can get through this lab with my grade untouched. Maybe.

At least I got my Einstein's breakfast. And by that, I mostly mean that I got coffee. But it also means I got a bagel, so yeah I guess it was breakfast.

Calculus is the last class of my Thursdays, which is always nice. Fun fact: I worked for eight and a half hours on a calculus project yesterday. It was the most productive I've ever been in my entire life. Ever.

So I was actually kind of excited to go to Calculus, because I had read ahead in the book, and I had five problems to turn in for feedback. There I am, sipping at my coffee, when my professor walks in with an entire pot of coffee. And entire pot of coffee he intends to share with the entire class. It was sort of awesome but also really sad because I already had my own coffee that I had paid for. I spent most of the class trying to decide if I should grab a cup anyways.

Once I got home I tried to focus on studying for my anthropology exam, but somehow I started searching coffee on Google. And then I was googling world's strongest coffee. And then I was ordering Death Wish Coffee. There are skull and crossbones on the website, and basically the promise to never need sleep ever again (sleep is for the weak). My thoughts were basically "This sounds like a good life choice. Let me go get my credit card." So I may die from overdosing on caffeine, because this has 200% more caffeine than normal  coffee and apparently makes Starbucks coffee look like sissy coffee, which already makes me sort of jittery and kind of crazy. This may be the best idea I've ever had.

Practice was two sets of eight 400s, but there were only four of us doing them because most of the other freshmen are injured and all the upperclassmen are travelling to a meet soon, so they're not working out. Our first set was on the turf/grass, which was weird because I've never done 400 repeats on anything other than a track. The pace was sort of all over the place at first (the first was like an 82 and the second around 95... oops) but the rest in that set were right at 90 like our coach wanted, so that was good. After that we moved onto the track, and ran something like 87, 87, 86, 85, 85, 81, 81, 76 or something like that. Overall a great workout!

Basically as soon as I got home my sister Eileen called and took both my roommate and I grocery shopping, which I was in desperate need of since I ran out of food around two days ago and have been scraping the few things I did have into meals. (Anything and everything is better than Fresh, usually.) Grocery shopping sort of escalated quickly, and my roommate and I decided to make quesadillas for dinner!

Usually I have just cheese quesadillas, but I really liked these! They had mexican shredded cheese, chicken, orange pepper, and black beans. There was also mexican rice and tortilla chips with salsa. I helped by cleaning the dishes in the sink to make room and dicing the pepper. I can't be trusted with stoves.

Everything hit me all at once right after this. The workout, the food, lack of sleep. This is about the time I started crawling around the floor and reading my anthropology notes out loud in an obnoxious british accent while highlighting (also done on the floor, but this time sort of laying there, flopped over).

I also somehow texted my best friend's roommate and convinced her to have a taco party with me.

I need sleep. And coffee. Mostly coffee.

SMASHING

This is the new background of my computer. I love the internet. It enables me.

School Time Panic

I'd like to say my classes were incredibly boring. For normal people, they probably were normal. I may have been the closest I've ever been to a melt down today. It started in my Introduction to Cultural Anthropology class, which is an 8 am so I should be having a melt down solely based on that.

I get to class and wait for class to start, listening to my sister's my iPod while drinking my coffee and I sort of start to get this bad feeling. Like I've forgotten something really important. That was quite possibly one of those things I'm not supposed to forget. Before I can pull out my planner and check, the teacher walks in a starts talking about the midterm we're having this Friday.

This is when my almost-melt down begins.

Oh dear God. I'd forgotten to check the syllabus for the test. Usually it's okay if you sort of mess up on one test in a class, because you'll have more and also have homework to compensate. Not so in this case. This class has exactly three grades: the midterm, the final, and an essay.

Eventually I talk myself out of my mental screaming and begin to write down what the teacher says is going to be on the exam. Here is where I realize I have to read and take notes on six chapters, and read several articles to make sure I don't fail this test.

I start screaming in my head again.

It's a good thing that the teacher's lectures are all about the readings from the book, otherwise it would have been real screaming. And possibly crying, too. So I know the majority of the material, but now I just have to take notes to be thorough. I can handle that.

Class is, for once, let out early so I don't have to speed walk to my next class, like I usually do. They slower walk sucked the heat out of my coffee, though, and that was really depressing. But at least I'm not almost late, like I am every other day of Computer Science.

Now, I just turned in my last project and did a lab. I was happy to have the weekend stress free. I think I would have liked to have this news before the weekend.

I have project number two due next week on Thursday (October 4), and the teacher claims this one's a lot harder than the last projects. Which I already had problems with. When she's going over the project, it doesn't sound too bad. Want to know when it does sound bad? When you're back at your apartment, shot up with caffeine and adrenaline, and can't even begin  to comprehend what you're reading. I'm going to be having a lot of questions next time we have class.

My Calculus class, while completely stressful and panic inducing, was probably one of my best classes of the day. I think I've mentioned it in one of my previous posts, about this portfolio I was waiting to get back. The portfolio that's 60% of my grade and is worth 150 points. And is my only grade. That came back today.

149/150 is 99%. Did you know that? Because I know that. Because that was my grade. I think I may have screamed. I know I slammed my portfolio onto my desk and flipped my arms up. The only point I lost was because of in-class participation. I can handle that.

I spent most of that class period just being happy, and understanding derivatives vaguely. I could also feel my adrenaline from panicking over the portfolio mixing with the caffeine from my coffee.

My last class after that is my Speech class. Usually, I sort of like this class, even though I'm a terrible speaker and all I want to do is curl up and die whenever I talk in front of large groups of people. The teacher's nice, she lets us out early a lot, and is really straight to the point. Unfortunately, I had to give a speech today.

It was a speech about a speech, and my caffeine-adrenaline laced self was not about to slow down for this.

I basically sped my way through the speech, and afterwards, I was sure I had missed the minimum time (1 minute 30 seconds, the maximum time being 2 minutes). But I didn't care too much by that point, because I had finished my speech, and I was basically done with classes. It was only as we were filing to get out of class that I realized that I was allowed to check my time with the timer.

Never have I been so glad to be tall. I basically got up on my tip toes and looked over everybody's shoulders.

It was exactly 1 minute and 30 seconds.

I may or may not have strutted out of the room. And out of the building. And all the way home.

This is all became too much for me. I literally bounced into the house, into the kitchen chair at the kitchen table, and danced to spotify in my chair for an hour. It was more of flailing and swaying frantically.

But that's how I dance all the time so...

I sort of stumbled my way through part of my project for a half an hour, before giving up. I made myself some lunch, and left for practice not that long afterwards.

Today was color day at practice! It's exactly what it sounds like; you dress all in one color and run like that. I was yellow (even my socks matched). My right foot sort of hurt during this, but I'm pretty sure that's because I wore my converse to class today, and the lack of arch just bothered my foot. So I made sure to do a little bit extra barefoot jogging at the end of my run.

I accidentally left my phone back at the apartment, though, so I missed my oldest sister's calls and text that she had my bike. So she had to come drop it off at my apartment. Oops! Oh well, I got to see my sister.

The rest of my night was lots of study tables (3 hours of study tables, to be exact) and anthropology notes.

Fun fact though, I found both my sister's blogs! Originally, the idea was for all of us to make blogs so we could see what each other were doing since we can't talk all the time or we'd kill each other because we're all sort of busy.

Oldest -- runeatnurse.blogspot.com/
Middle -- runningon-coffee.blogspot.com

Well, good night to everybody then! Or should I say good morning?