Senior Year. Final Semester. Week One.

DAY ONE:

I woke up with high hopes of getting everything I wanted out of my final semester at Texas A&M University. Oh how my dreams would soon dwindle. My first two classes, being in the same lecture room, were mostly uneventful, minus the realization that one of my profs was going to be a cocky S.O.B. and the fact that this lecture hall is underneath our stadium, and thus, extremely difficult to find (AKA first challenge). Then came my third class, and my second challenge. I was going to have to all but sprint across almost the entire length of campus in twenty minutes to make it in time. By the grace of God, I made it. Relief waved over me briefly, then my prof walked in. I have heard stories… But I have never experienced her teaching techniques first hand. Oh boy. I make it through the class, barely, and delight in the fact that I have a short break to get a snack and coffee before I head to my next challenge: getting forced into a yoga class. When the instructor arrives, I ask to speak with her. I explain my whole situation about being a graduating senior and being forced into two other classes that meant I had to drop another kinesiology class and that I couldn’t get into another so would she pretty please force me into hers. She said to stay for class and email her afterwards to remind her so she could see about forcing me in. I did that. But then I made the mistake of sending a second email telling her that I had a backup plan. Sure, sure, this sounds like the nice thing to do…

DAY TWO:

NOPE. I get an email the next morning (day two) from her, telling me that she would not be letting anyone into her class. I accepted defeat and went online to try to find another kinesiology class. To my surprise, I find that she’s actually forced an extra person into all but one of her yoga classes. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I am seeing red at this point. I do the right thing, and where does that get me? Put in an 8am aerobic walking class. Gee, thanks. That’s super. The rest of the day is mostly uneventful. I bought some shoes and dividers and organized. I also ended up submitting my applications to five nursing programs. I had so much tension about that. But as soon as I did it and knew that it was out of my hands, this huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders. It could not have come at a better time. Especially since I had to wake up at 6:30am the next morning for aerobic walking. Ugh.

DAY THREE:

So far so good. I woke up on time. Got to class on time. The aerobic walking instructor is nice. I’m wearing my new shoes. I had time to get an extra hot vanilla latte. I saw my friend and amazing microbiology lab partner from last semester. Now I’m sitting on the floor waiting for my class in 30 minutes.

So basically the first two days were kind of a bust for me. Believe me, I wanted so badly to give up last night and just drink myself into a stupor. But I didn’t. Thankfully, I have God on my side, so I know that He will only put me in situations that He knows I can handle. Without that… there would be definite wine stupor.
I would really like to make my blog more attractive. If anyone out there is reading this, could you recommend a good blog/graphic designer? I would much appreciate it. Mind you, I am a poor college student, so I can’t break the bank on this. But if they’re good, I would invest.
xoxo!
Robyn 
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Don’t You Wish Your Girlfriend Was Nerdy Like Me?

As I walk up to the library in which I regularly spend my time yesterday (Saturday) morning, it dawns on me that there are maybe all of three people, not including employees, at the library. It wasn’t that early, around 11 am, and it got me thinking. 

Well first of all, I acknowledged that I spent my Friday (12:30 pm – 7:30 pm) stranded in my little study cubby at the exact same library. I began to wonder if it was as vacant the day before as it was that morning. And I realize, yes, it was. Then I wonder why?

Suddenly, it dawns on me: “Normal” people don’t spend their Friday nights studying the anatomy and physiology of the human body, they’re out partying. 

Okay, I can accept that. 

Then I begin to wonder about why people aren’t at the library then, though. Eventually I come to the realization that everyone else is sleeping off their drunken stupor from the night before. Whereas I was at home, nursing my exhausted brain and self medicating with red wine while watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and Vanderpump Rules.

What better way to shut my brain down than to watch grown women shriek and curse at one another? That’s my kinda party. Wink wink.

I started wondering if maybe I was doing this whole college experience thing wrong. I rarely (I won’t say never) drink in excess, I don’t exploit myself to the opposite sex, and I basically spend what ever time I’m not in class or at the library laying in bed, watching television and or reading. Oh and of course eating Popchips and string cheese while drinking what ever cheap wine I happened to purchase at my local grocery store that week.

After spending nine hours at the library that day (Saturday), I was mentally and physically exhausted. Mentally, because my prof is kind of an idiot and shouldn’t be allowed near influential people with a 20 foot pole thus I’m forced to teach myself. Physically, because the amount of moving I had the option of doing that day was very minimal. There’s really only so much dancing and waving your arms around that you can do in a study cubby. I sure as heck was’t going to go into the main area of the library. People would have thought I had lost my damn mind (which may actually have been on the verge of happening, unfortunately). 

But here’s the kicker: after spending 16.5 hours of the last two days in the library, I still ended up back at the library today (Sunday), finishing what I had been working on during those 16.5 hours along with studying and preparing for two other exams.

I should mention that I have a total of FOUR exams to take, a paper to turn in, a project to complete and turn in, and being Confirmed into the Catholic Church all squished into Monday through Wednesday of next week.

As I’m drawing this post to a close, I realize that I’m not really missing out on anything. Drinking excessively, contracting sexually transmitted diseases and (most importantly) failing exams, assignments, papers or even classes is NOT the college experience I want to be having. 

So while I may seem like a complete nerd for spending my entire weekend in the library, and obsessively typing more notes than is really necessary, I’m pretty sure that it’s safe to say that sometimes it really is acceptable to be nerdy. 

And by nerdy, I mean responsible. Those rare moments of wanting to get a little crazy “just because”, I stop and think about everything I have and want to accomplish in my life. Growing intellectually, emotionally, spiritually, whatever-ly is what I want to do. Even if that means spending my entire weekend in the library’s study cubbies.

That brings me to my next question: if I’m here often enough, do you think they will let me decorate my cubby? Hmm..