No habla español

2/25/10 11:05 PM

I think it's safe to say that I have the English language pretty much down. I enjoy dictionary games, reading about how to identify comma splices, and the occasional game of Text Twist. I mean, I have been speaking it since, well, I could speak. It is also safe to say that I FAIL at learning other languages. It's not for a lack of trying. Quite the opposite in fact. I think I try so hard, I actually kill brain cells. My most recent attempt has been Spanish. I do the activities. I painfully stumble over sentences in class. I actually listen to the profesor the whole time...when I can understand him that is. Despite this, I cannot remember what a word means for more than a day after learning it, even with flashcards. I can't recall making any significant contributions in group... 1 comment

Bleh. I hate this weather.

2/16/10 7:53 PM

Kansas weather is like a teenage tease, leading swarms of idealistic boys on until they reach the point of insanity. In this instance, those pimply male adolescents that cling onto hope for a sweaty hand hold with said teenage tease represent me.  If I wake up and sunshine is slanting through my blinds, I excitedly think that today, finally, my extremities will thaw out. I think that today is the beginning of the end of winter. I think today the miserable days of cold are finally coming to a close. And then the temperature drops, the snow starts to fall, and once again I have to haphazardly make my way across campus in the frigid temperatures. I understand that I signed up for a life in Kansas when I decided to attend Baker, but I think I am... 1 comment

I'd rather be a couch potato

2/10/10 2:31 PM

The view of my awkward reflection in the wall of mirrors was slightly obstructed by the scattered work-out equipment filling the basement gym of Mabee Hall as I stood observing various football hunks lifting loads the size of my dorm room and volleyball girls doing inconceivably complex exercises. To my inexperienced senses, the sights and sounds of the weight room remarkably resembled those of a 15th century torture chamber. I felt a desperate need to escape, but I had promised my friend that I would accompany her for a quick work-out session. As a self-described couch/bed/hammock potato, I had absolutely no clue that I had just signed myself up for a healthy dose of pain and humiliation. After my first failed attempt on a scary, random, metal something or other, I felt more stupid...