#nofridayclasses
This semester, I am finishing up PR requirements and electives. I only have one class that satisfies my HES minor: Health in Native Communities. Random, I know. But I've had the teacher before and got an A in her last class, so needless to say she loves me. I may or may not be a slight teacher's pet. I'm not ashamed, though. It's all about earning that A, people!
The class that is my main focus is PR Research. It's gonna be hard... like really really hard. While there are only two exams, there are two 20 page papers. Even better, each paper requires research to be created, surveyed and then analyzed by your group.
I hate group work. Mainly because I am one of those fiercely independent, "I can do it better by myself" types. I just don't like relying on someone else, who may or may not be the perfectionist I am, to do their part! What if they do a really crappy job?? Well, then I'm SOL.
My professor said today about 15% of students get A's. Don't worry, the number bumped up to 20% a couple of semesters ago!!
I don't have a 4.0 GPA, so it's not a huge deal for me to get a B. But! When professors taunt students with minuscule percentages like that, all I want to do is get an A and make them eat their words. Like, hell yeah lady, I just beat your game of hardass-ness. Suck it!
Unrelated to classes, Monday morning I tried to cut the spandex out of a pair of Nike shorts and ended up cutting the actual short's material. They were so cute, too! They were a nice dark purple color and made me look tan. I kept telling myself, "Don't cut the shorts, don't cut the shorts", which obviously worked.
The last thing I want to talk about is the gym. I went Monday around 5:00 pm and it was the worst decision I have ever made in my entire life. It was full of meatheads and high school football stars who think they are the shizznit, and I can guarantee most of them will be gone come October. Soon "working out" will be replaced by beer and 2 am runs to Hurt's Donuts.
I used quotation marks around working out because no one was freaking working out! All the dudes in the weights section were just trying to out-lift one another and flex for the girls walking to the cardio room. It looked like a men's figure competition, I swear.
It's like, dude, this is the gym. Either workout, or get the f*ck out. From now on, I'll just go early before all the bros wake up.
The class that is my main focus is PR Research. It's gonna be hard... like really really hard. While there are only two exams, there are two 20 page papers. Even better, each paper requires research to be created, surveyed and then analyzed by your group.
I'm an only child raised by two first borns. I had no choice but to be a control freak.
Sarcasm.
I don't have a 4.0 GPA, so it's not a huge deal for me to get a B. But! When professors taunt students with minuscule percentages like that, all I want to do is get an A and make them eat their words. Like, hell yeah lady, I just beat your game of hardass-ness. Suck it!
Unrelated to classes, Monday morning I tried to cut the spandex out of a pair of Nike shorts and ended up cutting the actual short's material. They were so cute, too! They were a nice dark purple color and made me look tan. I kept telling myself, "Don't cut the shorts, don't cut the shorts", which obviously worked.
RIP Nike shorts.
The last thing I want to talk about is the gym. I went Monday around 5:00 pm and it was the worst decision I have ever made in my entire life. It was full of meatheads and high school football stars who think they are the shizznit, and I can guarantee most of them will be gone come October. Soon "working out" will be replaced by beer and 2 am runs to Hurt's Donuts.
I used quotation marks around working out because no one was freaking working out! All the dudes in the weights section were just trying to out-lift one another and flex for the girls walking to the cardio room. It looked like a men's figure competition, I swear.
It's like, dude, this is the gym. Either workout, or get the f*ck out. From now on, I'll just go early before all the bros wake up.
And that's how my last "first days of school" were.
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| My "first day of school" selfie I texted my mom |
Before I go, I just want to say thank you to anyone who actually visited my blog and read my first post. I am merely an infinitesimally small particle in the blogging universe, so thank you to those that stopped by. It makes my heart happy <3
xo.
Kelsey
even though you might be an 'infinitesimally small particle' in the blog-iverse, you are a magnificently bright light in the world. so keep it up. the universe needs you. xo
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