And now I remember...

...why I'd rather work in my room.


I did well, I got three things done. Then I had to go back to my room because I'd forgotten my keys, and when I get off of work at 2 am, Muffitt will be locked, and I'd like to get in (I also brought back some Chex Mix and Reeses to snack on for the next four hours. It was necessary.).

I try to do my homework in the order that it's due. I can't do one of my assignments for Monday yet, because I need to borrow notes from Clare. No biggie, it's not going to take that long to write. So I went to the next thing on my list. Creative writing. I pulled out my creative writing notebook to see which stories I need to read for Monday, and realized it's the wrong notebook. I have to do three things for creative writing, but I have to read the stories before I can do the other two assignments. And I can't do the first one because I brought the wrong notebook. And I can't go back to my room and get it, because now I'm working.


Why didn't I notice in the two hours I was here before I was working?!
Augh!

I'd rather be in Muffitt 412...

....but I have reached a point where I can no longer do homework in my room. There are too many other things to do, people around, pie in the fridge (which I have already mostly devoured), beds to take naps in...


Hellooooooo library.




And here I am, sitting in the library, blogging.

It's time to turn off the wireless.

There is nothing like knowing...

...that there will be a freshly made (freshly made in that we made it a few hours ago, but it's in the fridge to get cold-ified. I guess that means it'll be freshly ready?) strawberry pie in your fridge waiting to be eaten to make you feel better after you get done listening to your professor blather on about The Iliad for three hours.

I thought...

...that I was getting all caught up on homework, until I realized today that I have four things to do for creative writing tomorrow, not one.

That was a sad, sad moment.

*Insert something witty/creative here*

In my time working at the Help Desk, I've talked to a lot of people that were upset.

Some of these people, outside of the particular situation in which I interacted with them, have loads of people who testify to their cheery, big ball of sunshine attitude. Which makes me wonder, what are they really like?

I know that sometimes people just have off days, or get frustrated, but I also know that when every time someone calls they are rude, it's hard to chalk it up to a bad day.

I'd like to think that when I'm asking someone for their help, I am calm and considerate. I also know that can't possibly be the case, because I am a human being, and I am not perfect.

It's frustrating when the person I'm asking for help doesn't understand my problem right away, but I also know from being on the other side, that it's hard to know what the problem is when I can't see the computer screen, just as the people who help me can't see the whole picture either. All they've got to go on is what I tell them, just as all I know about the problem is what the person on the phone tells me.

I also need to understand, as the person giving help, that the person on the other end of the line may not be computer savvy. Sometimes it's easy for me to get frustrated with problem. I need to remember, from being on the receiving end of help, that all I know is what the person helping me is telling me. The relationship between the person being helped and the person helping is one in which each participant is very dependent on the other.

I need to keep this in mind not just at work or when I'm receiving help, but whenever I interact with someone else. When I ignore someone smiling at me, they don't know it's because I'm grumpy. They might think I don't like them. When someone doesn't wave back at me, I don't know it's because they're focused on something else, I think that they don't feel I matter to them.



I'm going to make an effort to be more conscious of the people around me, and even more conscious of myself.

Define: Productive

I realized a few days ago that all my homework for the week is due Mondays and Tuesdays, and then I have one tiny assignment on Fridays. Thus, after I finish my Tuesday homework on Tuesday, I think to myself, "Now I have the rest of the week to do nothing (because I can do the Friday assignment in like 10 minutes, tops)!"

Which is true, but it makes Sunday-Tuesday not so fun.

Which is why I am doing my Tuesday homework (drumroll, please) right now!!




Okay, so that's probably not a big deal to most people, but I can't stop thinking about how much free time I will have if I do my homework more than a few hours before it's due! The possibilities are endless! ...ish.


Also, Erin and I cleaned our room the other day, and it's still clean, and you have no idea how crazy that is.


Oh! And I sewed the hole in Jamin's pants today, with my sewing machine! I felt super sweet.
I told my grandma that Becca and I were interested in quilting, and she bought me a sewing machine. This is the first time I've gotten to put it to use.




Well, actually, that's not true. I made Erin's scary My Little Pony toy a blanket during J-Term. It looks all pink and cute and harmless, but trust me, it's creepy.

And I just realized, why the heck is Pinkie Pie crawling on her knees? She's a pony! Pony knees don't even bend that way!

Define: Awesome

I decided to make a stenciled t-shirt for Jamin for Valentine's Day in addition to what I already got him, but after I finished it last night, I was too excited to wait a week to give it to him, so he got it this afternoon. :)

Here and here are the original photos.

Define: Embarassment

I fell out of a bunk bed this morning.

I completely missed the ladder and crashed onto the wooden parts of the other bed and the wooden floor. My sleeping bag, blanket, and pillow all came with me.

Fortunately, I was alone in the cabin at the time.


Not so fortunately, I'd just had that thought when I heard the door open. I scrambled up and threw my sleeping bag, pillow, and blanket back onto the bed and nonchalantly (in my mind, anyway, I was probably waddling/limping a bit) waltzed into the other room. Mikyla asked if I was alright, so I had to assume she'd caught that something had happened. I mumbled something about the ladder and tried to pretend it didn't happen. Turns out she heard the crash from outside.

And now I have a big, swollen, painful, nearly black bruise on my lower back/hip-ish area, riiiiight where my belt sits.
Aaaawesome.



On the bright side, it definitely woke me up.