I have another campus oddity to report- the mysterious appearance of hay bales. There are small stacks of them all about campus, and in completely random places (though I'm not sure what locations would be normal or sensible for hay bales on a college campus). There are also small bits of hay all over the ground.
I have three pieces of information for you all:
1) I have no job! According to Panera I am "un-re-hireable". Why, I don't know. At any rate the Panera I was going to work for decided that there must be a reason for it (even though I was to be transfered down there so I cannot possibly be un-re-hireable). Yay! I'm broke! So please all pray for a job for me.
2) I got a 94% on my first Chem exam last week!
3) I got an A- on my first Psych exam!
On Thursday during my English class I discovered, much to my chagrin, that the 4 page essay which I had thought was due the following Thursday was, in fact due the next day. I had a poor thesis and pathetic outline. So on Friday I wrote the entire essay. That was fun, not. I think I did well enough on it. I think. I hope. I'm not sure I could have done much better if I had spent more time on it anyway.
Last night a friend (Jessie) and I went swing dancing down town. We had to U-turn a couple times, drive through a neighborhood and explore several different one-way streets to actually get to the parking lot only to find out that we were a half hour early. So (hmm random sound of large quantities of trash falling all over the place from the night outside my window) we explored the surrounding area a bit, which was not too interesting. We had a great time (once inside the building). There was one middle aged man we both danced with who smelled rather like Play-Do. He had a heavy accent and was chewing something. He was a good dancer but I have to say the combination of chewing a mysterious substance, and smelling like Play-Do was rather gross. Most of the guys there are pleasant, though (really all of them except that one), and a lot of them I met at the dance class at school.
Oh! Apparently mountain lions go up on the bluff behind my school sometimes. Jessie and her friends saw a paw print up there a while ago. Guess who's not going on walks up the bluff by her self any more! (My dad suggests I carry a large "kitty whopping stick". Maybe I'll do that.)
:)
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