INCOMING: Parents Weekend events invites
If you haven’t logged onto Facebook in a few days, then you’re in for a fucking treat. Prepare to see your notifications tab fatally hemorrhaging with invites to more Parents’ Weekend events than you could ever (read: have any desire to) attend. Sure, you’ll click “attend.” Are you really going to be that one pompous nugget in the “not attending” section? I’m sure any number of a cappella, dance, comedy, and whatever other performances won’t be actively bad. But are you really going to go? No. You’ve got a life to live and free meals with your visiting parents to capitalize on. Who has time to appreciate song, choreography, and jokes? Not you! And not me! I’m jaded! Which is a problem because I’ve been sending out invites to so many comedy shows that I’m pretty sure freshmen at my high school have heard about them by now.
OUTGOING: Shopping Period state of mind
The other day my professor mentioned that the first major paper of the class is due soon. I’m sorry, what? I think he must be mistaken, because this is still shopping period. I can walk in and out of any class I want. I can ignore the syllabus and scoff at the idea of section discussion. I can do no work and get away with…wait, nope. That’s over. This is real life now, not Camp Yale or shopping period. A paper being due means that I have to move my ass to the library and stop filling my lazy afternoons with two hour Veep marathons at Jojo’s while I sip on tea and nibble at a turkey club. But whatever. I’m ready to work. It’s just that I wouldn’t have minded another week or twelve of doing reading and work at my leisure. That’s all.