the most scattered blog post ever.

Fall break was not as fun as I thought it’d be. It felt like senior year of high school, only no one was around and I almost broke my mom’s new oven while trying to make pumpkin bread which lead to a multitude of questions. who buys a new oven with a lock? Why do ovens even need locks?  Why did the kitchen need to be upgraded while I was gone? Where is everything? And I’m pretty sure the manufacturer doesn’t even know about this feature since it wasn’t mentioned in the manual. Luckily, it all worked out. Until the fridge started beeping at me while I started into it’s blue glow, trying to figure out where the eggs were.

I crashed at my friend M’s dorm at UMBC, and their dorms are so nice, it’s kind of depressing. Instead of directly entering their room, you enter a hallway (!!) , which leads to a mini common room with a huge bathroom (our entire bathroom would fit in their shower.) On the side there’s the doors to M and her roommate’s room and one to their suitemates’ room. In each room, they have a walk in closet and sink.

I missed everyone and campus. I especially missed my bed. I had no idea how uncomfortable my beds at home were. I don’t know how I survived sleeping on rocks with only two pillows for 18 years.

My cat was excited to see me, until he remembered I had left in the first place. It took him and day and his favorite blanket for him to get over it. My dog on the other hand, wouldn’t stop following me. He wimpered if I was too far away from him or if I was sitting on my bed. He doesn’t let anyone else pet or hug him and acted like he was being neglected the entire time I was at my dad’s house.

But being back has been the best. Recently, college has been exactly like what I expected from the beginning. I feel like I have a handle on my classes and know the amount of work required. And I now actually have a roommate. K moved in on Tuesday and Marion 3^rd floor is now so much better. We started a chain reaction of everyone keeping their doors open and hanging out in everyone’s rooms. I love having deep conversations with people you’ve just met. 

new (not crazy) roomie! 

Can I just be Mindy Kaling?

            It happened, again. I clenched my teeth together felt my mouth attempt to keep smiling. My nails dug into my palms and took a depth breath. Ok, maybe I didn’t really react this way, but if one more person asks me the same question, I might loose it.

The question. The same question that I’ve been asked since the start of senior year at THS.

“So, what are you going to major in?”

Once upon about five months ago, I knew the answer by heart, “I’m going to major in Elementary Education. I had a internship with Mrs. Hughey (she’s a huge deal at RFES, people I graduated with didn’t have her for kindergarten, but remember her instead of their own teacher.) and the kindergarteners in Room 4 and loved it. This would be responded to by the inevitable “aaaawwww, so cute!” and it’d be over.

Now, I laugh and say, “I have no idea.”

What changed?

 I was the senior counselor of the Terrapins and Comb Jellies at a Day Camp this summer. Due to changes in the system I was in charge of the two groups for the majority of the summer, and of course the junior counselors who can be a godsend or the absolute worst, and the unreliable CITs. Being in charge of first and second graders is pretty much what you’d expect. Don’t get me wrong, the kids were adorable, but it was really eye opening. We had one kid eat a bug. (yeah.), one who’s dad was probably in the mafia, one who was use to getting away with everything, and the list goes on and on.

I have no idea what I want to do with my life.

It turns out that coming up with Essie nail polish names, “Where’s my chauffer?”, “Bobbing for Baubles’”, “Just for the twill of it”, etc.. Is not a legitimate job. The staff offers up ideas and the CEO Essie, approves them. You can’t actually get a MRS degree, which is disappointing because I could easily rock a 4.0 with only home economics courses. I’m not in L.A so I can’t be Mindy Kaling’s bff/ cowritter (and she already has that chick who played Ellie on the office and she’s dating B.J Novak, Ryan from the office.)

But seriously, I have no idea. I come up with ridiculous idea (see list above) but can’t think of something I’d actually want to do. I know that a lot of people don’t even use their masters for their careers (side note: AAHHH!!) which really, really stresses me out, because the advice to take classes that you like isn’t that easy. I decided to get classes I don’t like out of the way for my first semester. And I really don’t like the idea of not knowing what job I’d have as a result of my major.

I recently got a letter from my friend C who is going to college in Boston, “duuudeeee- I have no idea about my major either! I’m thinking communication, but who knows. Maybe I’ll just become a hobo. I’d totally rock the hobo chic look.” That didn’t help much at all, except to remind me it’s probably not good to ask advice from someone who still talks like they did in middle school.