Well. It's been six days since I was last on here, so I figured it was time to put my awesome thoughts on paper (or computer screen) again for anyone who cares. i.e. my dad. Let's face it, he's the only one who reads these, but that's not going to stop me from writing as if a whole, lets say, two people were reading this. Or maybe more, who knows?
Anyway let's get to the point. Forewarning, I'm going to ramble a lot in this here post. Ok, well, I do that in every post so you're used to it. I'm going to be rambling a lot about grades and how annoying it is that our professors don't post them on the website they are supposed to post them on. That is the very purpose of the freaking website!! Drive's me nuts! Why have the thing there and running if nobody is going to use it? I WANT TO KNOW WHAT MY GRADES ARE! Is that too much to ask for? I think not! I mean I'm half way through my first semester of college, I just had my first midterm this past thursday, and I have no freaking clue as to what my grades look like! ANNOYING! FRUSTRATING! And any other moderate to severe pissed off word that could be used as a one word hashtag on twitter!
Ok, I think I'm done because I have homework and all this rambling isn't going to get that done, which won't help my grades, no matter how bad or good they may be. Ok let's face it, they are probably pretty good because lets face it... I'm freaking genius!
Showing posts with label School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label School. Show all posts
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Life Starring Me
Ever feel like you're starring in your own movie? I have. Especially since I've been here at the Treat.
I was walking to class this morning listening to my iPod and got the feeling I was just the character in a movie on the big screen. I don't know why, but I just felt like life wasn't real at the moment. It must have been the stillness I felt walking through campus at that moment. Or maybe the realization that dreams come true when you least expect them to.
I was thinking about this realization while I was walking back to my dorm from my math class a few minutes ago. I'm still amazed that I'm where I am right now. I mean, this place (college, not necessarily Montreat) has been a dream of mine for the past several years and now I'm living it. I'm astonished everyday that I'm lucky enough to be here, especially on a volleyball scholarship, which also happens to be a dream come true for me.
Maybe this absence of reality is just the pure joy I feel everyday when I wake up, even if the alarm is screaming at 7am. I found myself smiling uncontrollably as I walked through campus this morning for no reason. For all I know it could have just been the song playing at the moment (Maybe by Everly), which is playing as I'm writing this. But, me being me I have to believe that it was just a good moment with me, God, and the music playing in the background. Either way you spin it, it was a good time where I just basked in the beauty of living out my dreams.
I was walking to class this morning listening to my iPod and got the feeling I was just the character in a movie on the big screen. I don't know why, but I just felt like life wasn't real at the moment. It must have been the stillness I felt walking through campus at that moment. Or maybe the realization that dreams come true when you least expect them to.
I was thinking about this realization while I was walking back to my dorm from my math class a few minutes ago. I'm still amazed that I'm where I am right now. I mean, this place (college, not necessarily Montreat) has been a dream of mine for the past several years and now I'm living it. I'm astonished everyday that I'm lucky enough to be here, especially on a volleyball scholarship, which also happens to be a dream come true for me.
Maybe this absence of reality is just the pure joy I feel everyday when I wake up, even if the alarm is screaming at 7am. I found myself smiling uncontrollably as I walked through campus this morning for no reason. For all I know it could have just been the song playing at the moment (Maybe by Everly), which is playing as I'm writing this. But, me being me I have to believe that it was just a good moment with me, God, and the music playing in the background. Either way you spin it, it was a good time where I just basked in the beauty of living out my dreams.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Roommate or Arranged Marriage?
Being assigned a roommate is like being assigned a spouse. I'm becoming more and more aware of this realization everyday...
Don't get me wrong, my roommate and I get along, but she can be really annoying at times, most of the time. We are just two very different people. I was thinking about it the other day and though I initially didn't think I was going to be able to deal with her for a whole year or even a whole semester, I am finding myself to tolerate her presence more. Part of this toleration was found because I have now known her long enough to make fun of her, at appropriate times, or just bluntly tell her to stop when she is being dumb. I have to do the latter a lot. You see, I am pure athlete and not stupid and she is pure not athlete and kinda dumb at times. At least, she makes stupid decisions on the frequent. We just aren't the same.
On the other end of the roommate spectrum (the side that doesn't deal with pure personality), she is a lot messier than me. I know what you're thinking parentals, "WHO KNEW?!" I didn't know it was possible either. You see, I'm the kid who grew up not knowing what my bedroom floor looked like because it was always covered in an assortment of toys, clothes, and trash. However, now that I live in a dorm room where there is no escape from the clutter, I keep everything clean and organized for the most part. If I didn't I'd go batty! But seriously, back to my roommate, she is kinda sorta really messy most of the time. Not to the extent of having her clothes flung about the room, but she definitely doesn't clean her dishes (my dishes, I bought them) on the regular. I suppose I can't complain about this though because at least she spays the bathroom after she rips a deuce of explosive proportions in there! She has that common courtesy down! She also has the common courtesy of going home every weekend and almost everyday so I get a few hours of sanity in between the madness that is my roommate. Thanks for that Sara.
On the other hand my roommate is great for drowning out the silence because she is never quite, that is, unless she has just broken up with her boyfriend for the millionth time (we've only been in school for a month and a half I might add) and she is tearing his stuff off of the wall and from her drawers. But hey, her loud mouth does bring some smiles to my face from the sheer silliness that pours from it most times. Seriously, she isn't the brightest crayon in the box all the time.
So, what are you supposed to conclude from this rant? That's up to you... You now know more about what I'm dealing with here and why I so often come to my blog for relief from the insanity in my life. Well, not really relief, more like it's just a place to be pissed and make my dad laugh because he thinks I'm just so funny (fyi: I am). All I can say after this is thanks mom and dad for not arranging a marriage for me or forcing me into rooms with people I'm not fond of. That would suck!
Ok I'm done writing because there is no way I can hold my bladder for any longer. I HAVE TO PEE!
Samie
PS: The caf food wasn't that bad today incase anyone cared.
Don't get me wrong, my roommate and I get along, but she can be really annoying at times, most of the time. We are just two very different people. I was thinking about it the other day and though I initially didn't think I was going to be able to deal with her for a whole year or even a whole semester, I am finding myself to tolerate her presence more. Part of this toleration was found because I have now known her long enough to make fun of her, at appropriate times, or just bluntly tell her to stop when she is being dumb. I have to do the latter a lot. You see, I am pure athlete and not stupid and she is pure not athlete and kinda dumb at times. At least, she makes stupid decisions on the frequent. We just aren't the same.
On the other end of the roommate spectrum (the side that doesn't deal with pure personality), she is a lot messier than me. I know what you're thinking parentals, "WHO KNEW?!" I didn't know it was possible either. You see, I'm the kid who grew up not knowing what my bedroom floor looked like because it was always covered in an assortment of toys, clothes, and trash. However, now that I live in a dorm room where there is no escape from the clutter, I keep everything clean and organized for the most part. If I didn't I'd go batty! But seriously, back to my roommate, she is kinda sorta really messy most of the time. Not to the extent of having her clothes flung about the room, but she definitely doesn't clean her dishes (my dishes, I bought them) on the regular. I suppose I can't complain about this though because at least she spays the bathroom after she rips a deuce of explosive proportions in there! She has that common courtesy down! She also has the common courtesy of going home every weekend and almost everyday so I get a few hours of sanity in between the madness that is my roommate. Thanks for that Sara.
On the other hand my roommate is great for drowning out the silence because she is never quite, that is, unless she has just broken up with her boyfriend for the millionth time (we've only been in school for a month and a half I might add) and she is tearing his stuff off of the wall and from her drawers. But hey, her loud mouth does bring some smiles to my face from the sheer silliness that pours from it most times. Seriously, she isn't the brightest crayon in the box all the time.
So, what are you supposed to conclude from this rant? That's up to you... You now know more about what I'm dealing with here and why I so often come to my blog for relief from the insanity in my life. Well, not really relief, more like it's just a place to be pissed and make my dad laugh because he thinks I'm just so funny (fyi: I am). All I can say after this is thanks mom and dad for not arranging a marriage for me or forcing me into rooms with people I'm not fond of. That would suck!
Ok I'm done writing because there is no way I can hold my bladder for any longer. I HAVE TO PEE!
Samie
PS: The caf food wasn't that bad today incase anyone cared.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Decisions, Decisions...
I CAN'T MAKE UP MY MIND!
I've been thinking about majors and what I want to do with my life for the past couple of weeks. Generally, this is something you'd make up your mind about before you even apply to college or at least during the application process. Not me apparently. Well, not now anyway. When I applied and got excepted to Montreat here in North Carolina I was dead set on majoring in Elementary Education and going through the process to become a high school math teacher. However, I kind of made that decision really quick off the cuff because I didn't have any other ideas as to what I wanted to do for a career. I figured, well, I like school, and I love kids, so why not teach? Now that I'm here, though, and have been thinking about what I truly want to do with my life, I just can't figure out what I really want. I know I love people and want to work in a place when I can interact and hopefully make a difference in people's lives. The problem is I don't know how to go about doing this. I also love sports and being an athlete so it'd be cool if I could include that in my future some how. This is why I'm now considering majoring in psychology.
Psychology would require graduate school, which is a lot more schooling and money, but it also holds the work world at bay for a few more years; well, kinda. Not really I guess. When it comes down to it, the "real world", as it is referred to so often, is already here and hitting me like Irene hit Wilmington. Anyway, back to psychology. I think I could be really happy in psychology. If I major in psychology and get my degree, I can then go to graduate school for sports psychology and work with athletes. Or I could go for school psychology and work in any school with kids, which would also be cool. Being in a school setting would be cool because I'd still be on a school schedule, which lets be honest really isn't that bad. I mean, who doesn't love summer break? I think the biggest reason I'm torn between education and psychology is the schedule and the opportunity to work with kids who are at a crossroads in their lives like I am now.
Education has many pros and cons. For instance, working with kids and young adults and hopefully making an impact on their lives would be awesome. I think I would love every minute of it. It also doesn't require nearly as much schooling as psychology. I could even coach at a school if I were to become a teacher one day. The biggest turn off from teaching is I don't truly know if I want to be in a school environment for my whole life. I know I'd enjoy it for a little bit, especially not being the student, but I'm not entirely sure I'd be happy doing it until I'm not working anymore.
On top of this decision, there is also the option of major in either psychology or education, and minoring in the other. I don't know which on I would major or minor in. I guess that would just depend on which I decide I want to do more. There is also a chance I could major in psychology and minor in something like physical education and work at a school doing both school psychology and teaching physical education. But, I think to do this I would still have to major in education... I JUST DON'T KNOW! There are too many options within the two fields and I just can't decide what I really want to do with my life.
What it all boils down to is one very confused Samie who realizes that she doesn't actually have to declare a major until her junior year. That doesn't mean I'm any less confused and slightly stressed about it. I'm still thinking about it a lot and have come no closer to a decision. I also haven't changed anything with my classes or plan to major in elementary education. So for right now I'll continue to think and think and think about it. Also, my dad will probably read this and call me with some sage advise or random question that is supposed to help, but will really just leave me thinking just the same (I love you for this dad and you have permission to call me with your sage advise).
Well, I'm done thinking and writing about this for the night. Plus, I have to go finish my laundry and I'm hungry since the caf food sucked again, so I'm going to make a pb&j!
Bite me "real world",
Samie
I've been thinking about majors and what I want to do with my life for the past couple of weeks. Generally, this is something you'd make up your mind about before you even apply to college or at least during the application process. Not me apparently. Well, not now anyway. When I applied and got excepted to Montreat here in North Carolina I was dead set on majoring in Elementary Education and going through the process to become a high school math teacher. However, I kind of made that decision really quick off the cuff because I didn't have any other ideas as to what I wanted to do for a career. I figured, well, I like school, and I love kids, so why not teach? Now that I'm here, though, and have been thinking about what I truly want to do with my life, I just can't figure out what I really want. I know I love people and want to work in a place when I can interact and hopefully make a difference in people's lives. The problem is I don't know how to go about doing this. I also love sports and being an athlete so it'd be cool if I could include that in my future some how. This is why I'm now considering majoring in psychology.
Psychology would require graduate school, which is a lot more schooling and money, but it also holds the work world at bay for a few more years; well, kinda. Not really I guess. When it comes down to it, the "real world", as it is referred to so often, is already here and hitting me like Irene hit Wilmington. Anyway, back to psychology. I think I could be really happy in psychology. If I major in psychology and get my degree, I can then go to graduate school for sports psychology and work with athletes. Or I could go for school psychology and work in any school with kids, which would also be cool. Being in a school setting would be cool because I'd still be on a school schedule, which lets be honest really isn't that bad. I mean, who doesn't love summer break? I think the biggest reason I'm torn between education and psychology is the schedule and the opportunity to work with kids who are at a crossroads in their lives like I am now.
Education has many pros and cons. For instance, working with kids and young adults and hopefully making an impact on their lives would be awesome. I think I would love every minute of it. It also doesn't require nearly as much schooling as psychology. I could even coach at a school if I were to become a teacher one day. The biggest turn off from teaching is I don't truly know if I want to be in a school environment for my whole life. I know I'd enjoy it for a little bit, especially not being the student, but I'm not entirely sure I'd be happy doing it until I'm not working anymore.
On top of this decision, there is also the option of major in either psychology or education, and minoring in the other. I don't know which on I would major or minor in. I guess that would just depend on which I decide I want to do more. There is also a chance I could major in psychology and minor in something like physical education and work at a school doing both school psychology and teaching physical education. But, I think to do this I would still have to major in education... I JUST DON'T KNOW! There are too many options within the two fields and I just can't decide what I really want to do with my life.
What it all boils down to is one very confused Samie who realizes that she doesn't actually have to declare a major until her junior year. That doesn't mean I'm any less confused and slightly stressed about it. I'm still thinking about it a lot and have come no closer to a decision. I also haven't changed anything with my classes or plan to major in elementary education. So for right now I'll continue to think and think and think about it. Also, my dad will probably read this and call me with some sage advise or random question that is supposed to help, but will really just leave me thinking just the same (I love you for this dad and you have permission to call me with your sage advise).
Well, I'm done thinking and writing about this for the night. Plus, I have to go finish my laundry and I'm hungry since the caf food sucked again, so I'm going to make a pb&j!
Bite me "real world",
Samie
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