College, Camp, and Other Fun Things in Inside My Head

  • Jan. 31, 2014, 4:27 p.m.
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College, Camp, and Other Fun Things 7/29/2001

Wow...it's been awhile. Nothing realy major has happened. My camp is having a talent show this Friday. Me and my six-year olds are dancing and singing to Mambo #5 by Lou Bega. There's about four kids who are really into it, and look great. There's about four who try, but can't dance at all. Then there are two kids who are refusing to do anything. Since I have to include everyone in the performance, I put the kids who don't want to do anything in the back. The dance is really simple. It's mostly just snapping fingers and bobbing up and down. Hopefully, I'll have time to run oer to Party Palace and pick up some plastic hats and sunglasses for the kids...It should look cute.

The counselors basically suck.They're the girls from high school who are beautiful and know it. Basically they're the epitome of what the "popular people" look like. Most of them are younger than me and are working with several of their friends from school. When we sit around the pool, everyone is sitting in groups of two or more except me. Lately, I've gone into the pool with the kids and organized a game. They may be elementary school kids, but at least I'm not alone.

I've been working out in the gym. I worked out twice last week on the tread mill for about 45 minutes, and I'm working out this Tuesday. All of the slender counselors are good for one thing; they provide some motivation for me to lose weight and get tanned. I'm actually pretty tan now. I no longer look like Casper's first cousin. :o) My legs are pretty pale, but I'm working on it.

Driving is another story. I did well last week, but yesterday's lesson was a disaster. She says that my rights turns "were absolutely terrible" and that I was "dangerously close to the curb." My lefty turns are fine. She says my three point turns are poor. Parallel parking was a mess. It was my first time parallel parking and I was either three feet from the curb or three centimeters. I have trouble gauging distances, which is a major problem when it comes to parking. After a serious crying/flipping out session whjen I got home, my mother took me out driving for an hour. She said my left, right, and three point turns were really good. She said I was a very observant driver and had good control of the car. My dad took me out last Sunday and told me that my left turns were weak and my right turns were strong. I tried to do my right turns the way my driving teacher taught me and my mother said that I was cutting the turns way too short. To say the least, I'm slightly confused. My mother isn't the type to hide her opinions. She's told Becca more than once that Becca sucked at driving. My driving test in on August sixteenth--one of my friend's birthdays. Hopefully, she'll give me some good luck. I'm going out driving with my dad today, so I'll see what he says.

I'm leaving for school in 24 days, not counting today. Orientation is in 25. My mom has made hotel reservations for hotel that is actually on Syracuse's campus. (I don't know about you, but I was pretty impressed. The hotel is actually a subsidiary (sp?) of Syracuse University, which is also pretty wild.) I recently found out that I got all threes on my AP exams. It's not bad, but that means I didn't place out of biology 101. Now, my Religions of the World class will be taken away from me so biology could be placed into my schedule. At this point, I'm now signed up for Introduction to Cultural Anthropology, Chemistry, Life Sciences Calculus, Biology, and my Freshman Forum class. (Toni Morrison is our speaker this year for my Freshman Forum class--very excited!). My mom says I'm a lunatic and strongly suggested that I drop chemistry, take it next semester, and get my religion class back. I've e-mailed my faculty advisor and will e-mail my student peer advisor. Hopefully, they'll let me out.

Yeah...I've rambled enough.

Phobia of the Day: Logophobia- Fear of words

Until my next ramble

Artst


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