The Great Escape

I had an amazing, unschool-related weekend. I went to my roommate's house with my other roommate and two friends last weekend. We rode horses and we went to prom... again. Let me tell you about it...

It takes seven hours to get there. We left at 4:30 (because Laurie had to wash her feet) and we took a half an hour or so (+30 minutes) to eat at Tomah, WI and then also had to pull over because of the hail. It took us 8 hours to get there. It was great fun. We were ahead of the storm most of the time, except when we got hailed on and rained on. It turned out to be pretty fun--I saw my first cranberry bog--but as soon as the storm hit, I went to sleep. I hate storms and that's really the only way I can get through them intact. But I woke up for the hail. And the gas station... and then didn't go back to sleep.

We got there and then went to Jessica's (my roomie) best friend's house and hung out there until three. I was dead to the world, mentally. I was so ready to sleep. I slept with Emily (other roomie) on the pull out in the basement. It was... not at all like my bed at Luther, but not bad either.

I woke up at the crack of noon with my roommate and we had breakfast. Yum. I love home food. It's so much better than caf food. After that, the terror began. We went out to see the doggie. I ran through some chickens. I saw my first sheep and pet it. Then everyone came out and it was time to catch horses. I caught one--or tried--and just managed to get really dirty. I'm short, so all my pants are long and track through... everything. I was also wearing my converse, so those turned brown. It was pretty dirty. We groomed, then we started riding.

Oh boy.

Let's just say, I'm still feeling the consequences.

Then it was prom! It was very different from my prom, that's for sure. Not bad either. It was fun and we danced and laughing and took pictures. I'm fairly certain all of them are on facebook. After prom we had a bonfire with Jess' sister's friends and her sisters and brother. I was a lame-o and I went to bed after a while because I was just so tired. I was extremely tired, especially after getting physically beat up by horseback riding.

The next day was another AMAZING breakfast. And then we left. Twas a sad day. But we made it here in like... 6 hours. It was amazing (until we heard the tornado watch for the county were were driving through). I read the paideia on the way and had Subway... other than that, I was not the most comfortable because I was sore all over and sitting in one position. I'm pretty sure that's why I'm still hurting now.

And then it was back to school.

The Boogie That Be.

I ended that last entry on a... it wasn't the best note, that was for sure. But everything is fine now. the failed exam is behind me, paideia... well... yeah, I finished the paper, at least. Religion is turning into a manageable force, speech is... it's getting there and all the other classes are fine. All is pretty much well with the world. 

And it's registration time too! I register on Wednesday and I have all my classes lined up with SOME scheduling conflicts, but nothing I can't handle. I have had two semesters of 8am classes everyday... next semester that most likely will not be an issue. :DDDD. Yes. I am excited. My advisor is pretty cool and I like her. She's been to Chicago. XD.

Honestly, I feel like nothing can take me down. I have my paideia paper done. It's like walking on AIR. I've actually had it done for about a week, but that's beside the point. I still feel like I'm walking on AIR, especially since other people are still scrambling around doing their papers. 

I have a roommate for next year... AND SHE'S PRETTY MUCH THE (expletive I can't say that starts with an 's'). She's like... 6 feet... I'm 5'2".... but we make it work. We always go to wal-mart together and have the most 'affectionate' nicknames. It's great. I'm pretty excited about it. I'll probably never see her though... because she's music major and their residence is actually Jensen, the music building... they just keep their things in the dorm room. I'm not sure it that's a good thing or bad thing yet. I mean... I like having the room to myself... but one really is the loneliest number. 

THINGS TO EXPLORE AND THINK ABOUT UNTIL MY NEXT POST:

1. Check out Safari internet. It's AWESOME.

2. Youtube "Scarlet takes a tumble" (LOL)

3. Eat Lay's Kettle Cooked Jalepeno chips. 

Also, The Boogie That Be is the song that my dance class was going to do our hip-hop dance to. It was great. But we weren't allowed to do it because it had violence and... suggestive language. I liked that one so much better than what we actually did.

Girls a Straight Up Hustler

So... I just got back from a. the most stressful weekend. ever, b. the most important test ever that I probably didn't do too well on, and c. the worst paideia class ever... maybe I'm being dramatic, but it sure seems like it.

Stressful weekend? I realized on Monday that I had one week to read everything we were assigned to do in my American Politics class. It wouldn't (and shouldn't) have been a problem... if I'd read anything at all. It was really my fault. Really. And paideia. Paideia always gets in the way of my major/life/happiness. So I spend the whole weekend freaking out and reading even though I had a migraine so bad I was actually feeling sick and feeling all this pain in my shoulders... that's how much I freaked out. And I don't freak out. Not normally at least. So, yes. Not a great weekend. At least not until I took that painkiller and then eased away my pain and passed out. It was nice.

I am not encouraging painkiller intake though. I had a migraine. I had reason.

Most important test I probably failed? Yeah. Stressful weekend = not very useful when it came down to the actual exam. I'm not the best writer. I know this. I'm not the best reader, I know this too--and it's only because I get so distracted. Sometime between the painkiller and walking into class, half the information I knew flew out the window. It was a great experience. Really.

Of course, before this happened, paideia happened. Paideia... murderer of everything good in life. I'm not doing the reading, mostly because I was too busy studying for more important things (much like my future). My teacher found this out. Bad things. I only added to that by completely walking out of the class before the teacher was done. In my defense, I totally thought she was done. She was like "Okay, if anyone hasn't done a conferences with me..." and I was like, "Yes! Now I have to buy a blue book and suffer!" I was on a time constraint so I hauled butt out of that room.

She wasn't done. Realized that when no one else came out. Like... NO ONE. I looked in the window and half the people were still sitting. That felt nice. Realized even later (after failed test when I was contemplating my worth in life, which wasn't much at the time) that not only had I left early, not read much (I'm on pg. 57 at least), and stayed absolutely silent in more than a few classes, but... I forgot to turn in the mini-paper for that day. She collects them at the end of class. Good times.

But at least I only have one class tomorrow. Then I sleep the rest of the day. There is a silver lining. But not today. Today is Monday.