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Last Friday Night.

Ok, go one Friday forward from last friday night, and you'll have today. Which was a great day! Thank goodness! I had UHL all day. It's getting better. Sort of. Some things my professor said made me question what I'm doing here again. I want to write. That's what I've always wanted to do. That's where my passion is. We discussed a lot about how everyone feels such a push to go to college, but only about 30% of the people who go actually end up getting a degree. A few decades ago, that was a much different story. Now, a bachelor's degree is worth basically nothing. Everyone gets those, even if they don't actually need it for their job. So why get into tons of debt if you already know your passion and can learn it another way. That's what we discussed today. I'm not going to go drop out tomorrow or anything, just something to think about.

The worst part of UHL today was the fact that our guest speaker wasn't able to finish her presentation because a certain person asked a billion questions that she already knew the answers too. The tension in the room was tangible. This lady really knew her stuff. She's lived in the middle east, done interviews with the Taliban. I wanted to learn as much as possible from her, but wasn't able to because of that. It was a bit frustrating.

By far the best part of class was when this guy who always talks as well was trying to outsmart our professor with Philosophy by saying that everything we see is our own perception therefore it's real to us therefore it's reality. (They were arguing about Harry Potter.) The professor looks at him for a second, smiles, and says, "Well, in my reality I just slapped you across the face." It was awesome!

I'm starting to get really obsessed with eyebrow plucking. I want to pluck everyones. Maybe I'll pluck eyebrows on the side if this whole writing thing doesn't work out.

After dinner, everyone was studying for a Bio test. I'm the only one who's not in a bio class so I didn't have to study. So I just took pictures while they made pre studying smores on the stove. We were all surprised when the marshmallows actually browned. Since there were no nice marshmallow sticks, they used knives and tongs. 




When the stove wasn't fast enough, they tried the microwave. Fail!


Becka was showing Austin how guys in New Hampshire wear their hats. Barely on the top of their head, and they call their hair their lettuce. Funniest thing ever!


When they actually started studying, the bestby arrived and we went downtown and explored a bookstore for a good hour. It was so fun walking around all the cute little shops with the lights and yeah. We saw a horsedrawn carriage and I asked the man if I could pet the horse. He said yes, on it's body. I was so confused what he meant. But I still petted the horse. It made me happy! At the bookstore I found a hardcover Meg Cabot book for $8!!!! That's practically stealing! I was contemplating getting the rest of Shakespeares plays to read for fun, but I'd set a budget for myself before I got there and I stuck to it! Grown up status! 

After our date : )

Speaking of grown up status, I scrubbed the shower the other day. No one had to tell me. I felt so grown up! After that I took the trash out. Bam. Grown up!

When the bestby and I came back, everyone was watching a movie and screaming and crying and such. I was so glad I wasn't here when they started it, I HATE scary movies and swore I'd never watch one again. So I didn't have to worry about turning this one down. 

It was a really good day. I was glad I got to spend it with friends and the bestby and learn some too. I'm loving the college life, and wondering how I ever made it through high school. 

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  1. RachelSeptember 8, 2012 at 4:44 PM

    The professor who said that "in my reality I just slapped your face." is awesome! You have some good college days ahead of you! I hate it when some people ask way too many questions too--it definitely cuts down on learning time.

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