Back to Basics
After weeks of anticipation, we're finally here: UT The Sequel.
Nothing makes me feel more alive than a 5pm stroll around campus when the sun makes the whole place glow, and the heat index is over 100 degrees, and people are abuzz because they either just finished classes for the day or they've just downed their third starbucks preparing for an evening of reading those God awful econ books.
I heard once that a person's sophomore year in college is the best of all. I heard it from myself during last semester's finals, but still. I think it's true. Now that all the fogginess has dissipated, college gets to be even more magical without the impending doom of "I'll be in the real world soon. Is this good enough for my portfolio? If I want to be a partner in a law firm by the time I'm 30, don't I need to find a boyfriend who's not a complete bonehead?" Right on, Elle Woods. All of these things are über important to tackle at one point or another, but sophomore year is simply not the time to do so.
Personally I will be focusing on learning things not specified on any syllabus. Knowledge from fields other than your own not only pushes you to be more open minded, but it also gives you an awesome leg up on Trivial Pursuit night at the local bar. It's also nice not sounding like a daft bimbo when discussing current events. Take it from Hermione's extensive knowledge of Hogwarts, A History to justify that knowing the past is relevant when conquering the present.
My mantra for the year, which you are welcome to borrow, is, "Gotta get the A's to get the bae's." And yes I'm proud of myself for creating such a lame rhyme. Obviously it means get 'dem A++'s, but it also means I gotta get A's in all areas of life. These areas include, but are not limited to: Sleep, exercise, friendships, adventures, actually using my acne cream, drinking more water, always be on top of homework.
If all those things make me feel alive, there is one thing in the world that makes me feel 6 feet underground. And that is an elliptical machine. Swimming, sure. Bicycle, anytime. Running in the great outdoors, always. But those damn ellipticals, I cannot-- nay, will not be okay with. I mean, c'mon what's the deal? You can never actually straighten your legs during the wild ride and the arm bars just make you look ridiculous. I have a firm belief that anyone on an elliptical looks semi-constipated, like they're holding something in they wish to set free. I'm sorry for being graphic, but it's just been on my mind.
If you can't tell, I've been trying to ~get fit~ and bring back the meagerly impressive digs I once had. I'm lovin' it, of course, but stress of being back at school and having so many activities doesn't help. I also really miss my dogs, Emma and Lambchop, which, while not actually interfering with my working out or healthy eating, has really got me bummed.