No college professor should give only one day to work on and turn in any assignment. College students have other things to do. Everyday I wake up and either go to class or to work. Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and every other Saturday and Sunday, I must slave away for eight hours at my job. On Tuesdays, My day begins with class at 9:40am and continues until my final class is over at 9pm. Thursdays, I have a slightly shorter day since I my final class lets out at 5:45pm. Oh, the joys of being a college student that also works about thirty hours a week.
I'm not sure when these professors expect me to do all these stupid assignments. The most annoying thing is when I get an assignment during my 1:00-2:20pm class on Tuesday, and it is due by midnight of the same day. Is he serious? I do not get out of class until 9pm and in order for me to submit this little assignment I have to go to the BAS and use the computer lab, because my laptop is a piece of crap. The very last thing I want to do after being on campus for twelve hours is walk to the BAS, in the dark, by myself, on MTSU's campus.
MTSU is not exactly known for being the safest University. It is not uncommon that female students are assaulted at night, or even during the day, while being on campus alone.
I like to wake up early on days that I have to go to work, so that I can get as much homework and studying done as I possibly can. I usually do not have to go into work until 2pm. Therefore, I tend to get a lot done before I have to go. If my professors would actually think about the fact that some students do not have time to finish an assignment the very first day is it assigned, I would actually have time to turn it in. But no, they must think that their class is the only class I am enrolled in and that I do not have a job to go to almost everyday.
Time-management is not my problem. I am very good at getting things done whenever I have the time to do them. Anytime that I am not in class or at work, I get my school work done before I participate in my favorite activities; hanging out with my friends and drinking margaritas. Thanks to all my professors that think I have all the time in the world to work on their assignments, I have no time for anything except putting things into the Dropbox on D2L.
Today, I ended up calling out of work in order to have one full day to only work on homework and studying. I will probably regret this decision when my paycheck comes, but since my professors think I am superwoman, I will just have to deal with it.
No assignment should ever be only given ONE DAY to complete.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Awkward
I am not sure if it's just me, or if every college student's life is full of awkward moments. Whether it be someone accidentally passing gas on the bus, my roommate sneezing a stream of snot across the room, or just not knowing what to say when approached by a weirdo, awkwardness seems to enter each and every day of mine.
I have always been proud of my ability to take control of any situation. At even the most awkward times, I can somehow make light of the situation and allow it to be more comfortable for everyone invovled.
However, my most recent moment of inconvenient circumstances definitely wins the award for how awkward a situation could possibly be.
Every Tuesday night my friends and I have movie night at one of our apartments. Usually it ends up happening at my friend Jessie's apartment across town. I have a 6:00pm-9:00pm class on Tuesday nights, so I am usually pretty tired after it considering my Tuesday morning starts with a 9:40-11:05 class, and I really do not have much of a break at all. So, when my roommates told me we were having movie night at our apartment, I was excited. I could lay on my own couch until I fell asleep without worrying about being at someone else's apartment and having to drive all the way home after the movie.
I did not think twice about my friend, Kelly, informing me that she would be bringing her new boyfriend, Josh, to movie night. She was so excited about their brand new relationship and wanted all of our friends to meet him. After she gave me a brief recap of their week-long romance, I said, "Okay, awesome. I can't wait to meet him!" and then we got off the phone.
Josh is a fairly common name, right? Everybody knows a million people named Josh. Perhaps, that is why I did not even think that this particular Josh could even possibly be a Josh that I already know. The most recent person I have had an encounter with named Josh was a boy I met at a club in downtown Nashville. I was extrememly inebriated and so was Josh. We danced for a few songs and then went to the outside area of the bar so we could get sone fresh air. He told me he also attended MTSU and we spoke about a professor that we had both taken at different times of the previous school year. The only other thing I really remember about our conversation was that we exchanged phone numbers.
Due to the amount of alcohol I had consumed, I was feeling sort of nauseous. One minute we were laughing and I was trying to fix my hair, and the next minute he was yelling at me because I threw up on his shoes, his pants, and in his beer.
My friends, Lacey and Tasha, seen me from a distance and came to my rescue. I was escorted to the car where I continued to throw up until I got home, and passed out on my bed.
The next morning, Lacey and Tasha told me about how mad the guy I was talking to, Josh, had been. I was so embarrassed. However, I was even more embarrassed when I checked my text messages. Josh had text me. He actually text me about four or five times. My favorite one of his text messages said, "Cassie, seriously you are too cute to be getting that drunk. You threw up all on my s***. Great night but um, yeah I don't think we can talk after that. See you around." Well, that was that. I never though I would actually see him again, or even care if I did see him.
It's a small world. I was laying on my couch, ice cream in hand, and ready to watch this movie. There was a knock at the door so my roommate gets up to answer it. I hear her say, "Hey Jessie!" and then Jessie walks in. Immediately following behind Jessie, there was Josh. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped. It took him only a short second to realize who I was. So he said, "Hey Cassie," and then he started laughing. Jessie was looking at both of us trying to figure out how we knew each other. I still had not said a word, but my face was as red as a fire truck. I could feel the blood rush to my face and the moisture exit my mouth and go all the way down my throat. I finally mustured up the word, "Hi."
Jessie finally asked where Josh and I knew each other from. I lied. I simply said we knew each other from school. Thank goodness Josh played along.
The remainder of the night was filled with everyone else laughing at the movie, while I stared. I stared at the tv, ate my ice cream, and did not say a word.
Last Tuesday night was an epic fail.
I have always been proud of my ability to take control of any situation. At even the most awkward times, I can somehow make light of the situation and allow it to be more comfortable for everyone invovled.
However, my most recent moment of inconvenient circumstances definitely wins the award for how awkward a situation could possibly be.
Every Tuesday night my friends and I have movie night at one of our apartments. Usually it ends up happening at my friend Jessie's apartment across town. I have a 6:00pm-9:00pm class on Tuesday nights, so I am usually pretty tired after it considering my Tuesday morning starts with a 9:40-11:05 class, and I really do not have much of a break at all. So, when my roommates told me we were having movie night at our apartment, I was excited. I could lay on my own couch until I fell asleep without worrying about being at someone else's apartment and having to drive all the way home after the movie.
I did not think twice about my friend, Kelly, informing me that she would be bringing her new boyfriend, Josh, to movie night. She was so excited about their brand new relationship and wanted all of our friends to meet him. After she gave me a brief recap of their week-long romance, I said, "Okay, awesome. I can't wait to meet him!" and then we got off the phone.
Josh is a fairly common name, right? Everybody knows a million people named Josh. Perhaps, that is why I did not even think that this particular Josh could even possibly be a Josh that I already know. The most recent person I have had an encounter with named Josh was a boy I met at a club in downtown Nashville. I was extrememly inebriated and so was Josh. We danced for a few songs and then went to the outside area of the bar so we could get sone fresh air. He told me he also attended MTSU and we spoke about a professor that we had both taken at different times of the previous school year. The only other thing I really remember about our conversation was that we exchanged phone numbers.
Due to the amount of alcohol I had consumed, I was feeling sort of nauseous. One minute we were laughing and I was trying to fix my hair, and the next minute he was yelling at me because I threw up on his shoes, his pants, and in his beer.
My friends, Lacey and Tasha, seen me from a distance and came to my rescue. I was escorted to the car where I continued to throw up until I got home, and passed out on my bed.
The next morning, Lacey and Tasha told me about how mad the guy I was talking to, Josh, had been. I was so embarrassed. However, I was even more embarrassed when I checked my text messages. Josh had text me. He actually text me about four or five times. My favorite one of his text messages said, "Cassie, seriously you are too cute to be getting that drunk. You threw up all on my s***. Great night but um, yeah I don't think we can talk after that. See you around." Well, that was that. I never though I would actually see him again, or even care if I did see him.
It's a small world. I was laying on my couch, ice cream in hand, and ready to watch this movie. There was a knock at the door so my roommate gets up to answer it. I hear her say, "Hey Jessie!" and then Jessie walks in. Immediately following behind Jessie, there was Josh. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped. It took him only a short second to realize who I was. So he said, "Hey Cassie," and then he started laughing. Jessie was looking at both of us trying to figure out how we knew each other. I still had not said a word, but my face was as red as a fire truck. I could feel the blood rush to my face and the moisture exit my mouth and go all the way down my throat. I finally mustured up the word, "Hi."
Jessie finally asked where Josh and I knew each other from. I lied. I simply said we knew each other from school. Thank goodness Josh played along.
The remainder of the night was filled with everyone else laughing at the movie, while I stared. I stared at the tv, ate my ice cream, and did not say a word.
Last Tuesday night was an epic fail.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Decisions, Decisions, Decisions...
Go to the party, or stay home and study? Go to the movies, or go to the BAS and finish the endless amount of homework? Go shopping, or read the assigned chapter for World Civilizations Part 2?
I'm at a constant struggle, between myself and myself. I enjoy making good grades and not having to stress out over being unprepared for tests, essays, etc. However, I thoroughly enjoy partying, movies, shopping, going out to eat, drinking margaritas, and just plain "hanging out". Even the simple task of making myself go to class can be a difficult situation sometimes. It just always seems like there is something else I would rather be doing.
Whenever I think about how much I hate doing school work, I also think about how much I hate working a minimum wage job right now. I literally work like a slave just to make a few dollars. I get to go to work for a too many hours, get bossed around like I'm a three year old, and just be miserable until time to leave. I definitely do not want to be working a minimum wage job for the rest of my life. I would not even be able to survive except for the simple fact that my parents pay for basically everything of mine while I'm still in college. The only thing I have to pay for is food, shopping, and margaritas. If I had to actually pay some bills, I would be homeless, food-less, and alcohol-less.
The hardest part of college is time management. If I could master the art of managing my time, I would be much better off than I am now. My free time should be spent studying instead of hanging out with my friends, but it is really hard to make myself do productive things with my time.
Fortunately, I realize that I want a college degree. I do not want to struggle while raising a family later on in my life. I want to continue to have nice things and be comfortable. I want to be able to support my children the way that my parents support me. So, I have to choose school over all the fun stuff. Until I graduate, I have to cut back on the margaritas and shopping trips, and spend my free time studying and writing papers. I also have to keep reminding myself that college is just a stepping stone that I have to get through in order to have a successful life. I must give myself continuous pep-talks in order to stay focused on the bigger picture. I have to actually act like I am responsible so that my parents don't think I'm a complete failure.
Thank God, I only have two more years left of college.
I'm at a constant struggle, between myself and myself. I enjoy making good grades and not having to stress out over being unprepared for tests, essays, etc. However, I thoroughly enjoy partying, movies, shopping, going out to eat, drinking margaritas, and just plain "hanging out". Even the simple task of making myself go to class can be a difficult situation sometimes. It just always seems like there is something else I would rather be doing.
Whenever I think about how much I hate doing school work, I also think about how much I hate working a minimum wage job right now. I literally work like a slave just to make a few dollars. I get to go to work for a too many hours, get bossed around like I'm a three year old, and just be miserable until time to leave. I definitely do not want to be working a minimum wage job for the rest of my life. I would not even be able to survive except for the simple fact that my parents pay for basically everything of mine while I'm still in college. The only thing I have to pay for is food, shopping, and margaritas. If I had to actually pay some bills, I would be homeless, food-less, and alcohol-less.
The hardest part of college is time management. If I could master the art of managing my time, I would be much better off than I am now. My free time should be spent studying instead of hanging out with my friends, but it is really hard to make myself do productive things with my time.
Fortunately, I realize that I want a college degree. I do not want to struggle while raising a family later on in my life. I want to continue to have nice things and be comfortable. I want to be able to support my children the way that my parents support me. So, I have to choose school over all the fun stuff. Until I graduate, I have to cut back on the margaritas and shopping trips, and spend my free time studying and writing papers. I also have to keep reminding myself that college is just a stepping stone that I have to get through in order to have a successful life. I must give myself continuous pep-talks in order to stay focused on the bigger picture. I have to actually act like I am responsible so that my parents don't think I'm a complete failure.
Thank God, I only have two more years left of college.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Relationships
The first week of my junior year had began not unlike my two previous years at Middle Tennessee Sate University. MTSU is a very diverse university, and it is not uncommon to see variety of different people everyday. There are students with disabilities, students of every ethnicity and race, students that look like characters out of a cartoon, models, athletes, and just regular people like myself.
Parking at MTSU is a real annoyance. So a lot of students choose to park away from campus and then catch the bus to campus. I'm quite lazy and I do not enjoy walking in the heat so I never even attempt to park on campus.
All in all, everything seemed to be the same so far at MTSU as it always had been. However, I feel like I was supposed to pay closer attention to my surroundings on this particular day, for some reason that was not apparent to me.
I caught the MTSU Raider Express bus after my 9:40 class so I could make my way to my car in the parking lot across from Greek Row. The bus made it's usual stop outside the BAS building, even though the building is now surrounded by excessive amounts of construction. It was very hot and crowded on campus, as well as on the red route bus. I always try to sit toward the front of the bus in order to avoid fighting through the crowd at the rear end of the bus, because that can really get annoying. I noticed a perfectly normal looking girl who was boarding the bus, however, she had her dog with her. It took me only a few short seconds to make the conclusion that the girl was blind and this dog was much more to here than just a regular pet. The German Shepherd was her guide dog. I imagine that it would be impossible for the girl to navigate herself around campus without this animal. She spoke commands to the dog such as, "Scoot back," and, "sit." I watched the two of them interact as the bus continued on it's route. The dog sat very still as it's owner placed her hand on it's back, and then the dog laid it's head on the girl's lap. The pair appeared to be extremely close and comfortable with one another. I cannot imagine the closeness of the relationship between these two, but from what I can guess, they both depend very much on each other.
In the few moments that I had watched this interaction, I found myself having to take a second to appreciate relationships in general. The relationship between this girl and her guide dog, my relationship with my friends and family members, and all relationships can be made to seem so irrelevant. The interactions we all have with other people are the very thing that makes us who we are. Humans have the need to be loved and have relationships with people, as well as pets.
Parking at MTSU is a real annoyance. So a lot of students choose to park away from campus and then catch the bus to campus. I'm quite lazy and I do not enjoy walking in the heat so I never even attempt to park on campus.
All in all, everything seemed to be the same so far at MTSU as it always had been. However, I feel like I was supposed to pay closer attention to my surroundings on this particular day, for some reason that was not apparent to me.
I caught the MTSU Raider Express bus after my 9:40 class so I could make my way to my car in the parking lot across from Greek Row. The bus made it's usual stop outside the BAS building, even though the building is now surrounded by excessive amounts of construction. It was very hot and crowded on campus, as well as on the red route bus. I always try to sit toward the front of the bus in order to avoid fighting through the crowd at the rear end of the bus, because that can really get annoying. I noticed a perfectly normal looking girl who was boarding the bus, however, she had her dog with her. It took me only a few short seconds to make the conclusion that the girl was blind and this dog was much more to here than just a regular pet. The German Shepherd was her guide dog. I imagine that it would be impossible for the girl to navigate herself around campus without this animal. She spoke commands to the dog such as, "Scoot back," and, "sit." I watched the two of them interact as the bus continued on it's route. The dog sat very still as it's owner placed her hand on it's back, and then the dog laid it's head on the girl's lap. The pair appeared to be extremely close and comfortable with one another. I cannot imagine the closeness of the relationship between these two, but from what I can guess, they both depend very much on each other.
In the few moments that I had watched this interaction, I found myself having to take a second to appreciate relationships in general. The relationship between this girl and her guide dog, my relationship with my friends and family members, and all relationships can be made to seem so irrelevant. The interactions we all have with other people are the very thing that makes us who we are. Humans have the need to be loved and have relationships with people, as well as pets.
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