Tuesday Ramblings

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood morning!"
~Said no one in my room ever.

Needless to say, sharing a room with 2 other teenage (or adult now I suppose, now that both of their birthdays have come and gone) girls can lead to some.... um.... not-so-morning-person-moments... mostly from me. Yes, Im cranky. IM SORRY VICKY AND CARA. But still. Having classes first in the morning leads to some interesting perspectives on things.

1) I get to have any cereal that I want. No one is awake to stop me. So I stole some Corn Pops (tm) this morning. Sue me. I dare you.

2) I can just stare out the window for many minutes... half waiting for snow, half appreciating the lovely view of Crockett Hall and the occasional passerby. I don't know why exactly, but it is peaceful.

Then my cell phone alarm brings me back to my room and responsibilities and I realize I have to get ready.


I saw my breath this morning. For the second time this year. That is exciting.
Again, I couldn't say why, but it gave me hope for the goodness of today. Armed with the hebrew alphabet written on my left arm in sharpie marker and a fundamental understanding of calculus, I faced the outdoors.

I don't know why I am changing fonts, but both that and the break in the page are perfect for delineating a shift. A change. So it was effective in that regard.

I was brought back to my younger years the other day. yes, as a first-year college student I really don't have the right to, or luxury of being nostalgic, but I'm going to do it anyway.

My favorite thing used to be climbing trees. My college essay was about finding my place in the trees. It was amazing apparently, gave most people in my class that helped to edit it chills... I digress. I climbed my apple tree in my front yard, I climbed the evergreens in my backyard (and then came back covered in sap), I climbed the maples in the woods behind my neighborhood, I climbed my neighbor's trees... And now I've climbed a few in college. 

Now, I've got 'growing pains'. Its hard to climb to the heights that Young me could reach. Its hard to walk, hard to climb stairs, and I feel so... stranded on the ground. And that hurt adds to the physical hurt. Weird.

Its getting to the point where I just have to suck it up. Why the hell should this stuff stop me from doing something that makes me genuinely happy? does that face 2 photos up NOT convey genuine happiness?

I thought so.

Wow. These ramblings. They keep coming. 

I enjoy this whole adding photos thing, so I think Ill continue on that trend.

I'm training to become an engineer. That's pretty neat. To those of you reading this that think of an engineer like this....

Or like this....

I am sorry to disappoint.. Personally, I think of the engineering field not as business people, or experts, or people who get all greasy on trains (teehee), but rather as problem solvers. which is neat. 

Sometimes the solution is insultingly simple or obvious... and yet without the perspective of an engineer, it can be totally counter-intuitive.

Its a weird concept to be taught how to think differently than you would normally think. The curriculum is challenging, but more rewarding that most other things I've done in my life.

Well, Ill rant again I'm sure. Thanks for reading. :)