Solution To My Blogging Crisis

So, ladies and gents, I have a solution to my blogging crisis! I have created a new blog named College Flippancy (give me a few hours to finish making it pretty, I haven’t changed the theme yet!). I will continue posting in ImaginationExaggeration when I have an appropriate post, but my college minded posts will go into this new blog. I have a link set up on a new page labeled “College Life”, so finding the new blog should be pretty easy.

Kierranne

Why I Need My Laptop Taken Away, or, To Blog or Not To Blog

I have a problem. A writing problem. I’m not getting any home work done because all I can do is write.

I just recently got a new laptop, which actually works, and responds when I type and click! I was transferring files from my old laptop to my new one when I found a file from Junior year that contained the basic plot of a story that I never got to write (because I had to finish my application to Nerd Camp). So not only have I started working on it again, I’ve added a few things. The major change I made is that it is now a JAFF. For those unfortunate souls out there who don’t know what that is, it’s a Jane Austen Fan Fiction. I’m a little bit obsessed with Pride and Prejudice. Well, a lot, actually.

So what little free time I have at the moment is being sucked up with my writing. Honestly, I don’t even have time for my writing, but I just sleep less and that makes time. O:)

So, show of hands, who thinks I should start a different blog? Because, honestly, the purpose of this blog suited the high school me better. Now that I’m in college, I hate to say it, but I don’t have nearly as much time to be a sarcastic, satirical observer of my fellow classmates. I think I’ve had weeks when I posted more than I have since August, when I started college. So, I can either come up with a different perspective for this same blog, or I can start another wordpress blog, post the address here in case any of you want to keep reading (ha!), and make a clean break.

On the other hand, while I don’t want to give up blogging completely, I do have to come up with something that I can write about often, other than just whining about homework and professors (too much homework, too many professors). I could always give a weekly telling of the drama in my dorm, which would actually be quite riveting, but I couldn’t keep up with it over the summer. Of course, the advantage of that idea might be the fact that I don’t HAVE to keep up with it over the summer. The disadvantage is that they might start getting suspicious of me if I constantly scribble ideas down while laughing maniacally at their antics.

Thoughts?

Maybe I’ll come up with a few ideas and post a poll next week. Given that I average two readers a week right now (big surprise, since I average maybe one post a month), I’ll probably end up just making the decision on my own, so if you actually have an opinion, check back.

And now I have to go study for my stats test….

Kierranne

Sophie the Sorority Girl

Hey guys,

So y’all remember that I’m in college now, right? Turns out, there are a lot of very entertaining people in college. My personal favorites? Frat boys and sorority girls. Now, before I start my sarcastic string of examples, I would like to say that I have met some fraternity guys and some sorority girls that are actually very intelligent, kind people. That being said, I do have to mock the stereotypical sorority girls, because they’re just so dang FUNNY.

The girl that best fits the stereotype is this girl named Sophia, who sits next to me in Psych class on occasion. The first time she sat down, she seemed nice, and acted as if she had a brain. Actually, she was stressing out about our first homework assignment.

“How am I supposed to do an experiment on jet lag? Is UK just going to pay a bunch of people to fly for a really long time?” That was my first clue that maybe she was not the brightest light. But bless her heart, she tries. “I want to go to med school, but I got, like, a C in chemistry last semester, and I dropped out of biology, because the professor was just soooo boring. So I legit need an A in this class.” Hey, at least she has goals.

This morning, someone from the campus tutoring center came in to talk to the class about getting study help. “He can help me with sex ed.” Then, she giggled behind her hand and said, “Oh wait, I have boyfriend. I’m not supposed to say that!”

This promises to be an interesting semester, ladies and gentlemen.

Kierranne

The Boy You Always Wait For

The other day, I was downstairs in the lobby of my dorm, waiting for my Dad to pick me up. My hall director, Leah, happened to be sitting behind the desk and looked up. “Hey, Kierranne, whatcha up to? Are you waiting for that boy you always wait for?”

She meant my boyfriend, someone I’ve known since middle school. Up till recently, we’ve been enemies, acquaintances, and best friends, and now we’re finally dating. It just took awhile to convince him, that’s all. Anyways, the statement made me laugh. Until I realized that he’s the only guy I’m ever waiting on. He’s the only boy besides my brothers that I’ve ever had over to my dorm. And that made me smile.

So I thought I’d share that little tidbit with y’all. I know you might not care, but that’s what’s up in my life lately. Oh, that and three papers and two speeches due in three days… That too.

The oh-so-cool college kid,

Kierranne

I’m a Horrible Blogger, but at Least I’m on the Dean’s List….

Hey guys…. all two, er, one, oh, right…. I haven’t written in months so I’m now getting the silent treatment from everyone who is no longer reading my blog. Oops. My bad.

You’ll be happy to know that I abandoned my blog for a very worthy cause- finishing my first semester of college without flunking. Not only did I NOT flunk out of college, but there also must have been some sort of mix-up in the records office, because they put ME on the Dean’s List. Granted, no one actually reads it or cares, but still. You’d think they’d be a bit more careful about who they let on that list.

On another note, HAPPY NEW YEARS !! … twelve days later… *looks around the room bashfully.* Yeah, I know. I would promise to write faithfully from now on, but honestly, I don’t think anyone cares whether I write faithfully, only that I post the oh-so-rare moments of hilarious insanity that occur in my life. (The insanity is VERY RARE, I swear!). However, I did make blogging one of my New Year’s Resolutions- as of yesterday.

My 2013 Resolutions:

• get an A in Calc II next fall, since Calc I kicked my butt this semester
• write at least twice a month on my blog (I’m a bit worried about setting my sights so high, but hey, I have to start somewhere, right?)
• get back to karate. I skipped karate for three months straight last semester… I’m a bit scared to spar again, because I know that I will be, shall we  say, ‘put in my place’.

Any crazy New Years Resolutions? Anything fascinating happen at midnight?

Kierranne

Typical Evening in the Honors Dorm

So tonight I had an hour long debate (about homeschooling) with a guy in my dorm. It ended when I and the peanut gallery listening told him that he can not do his homework and hold a debate at the same time equally as well as he can do each separately. He then stormed off proclaiming himself a freak of nature. About fifteen minutes later, he came back and asked me to go to dinner with him. He did not say it was a date, but he did say he would buy my dinner…. which constitutes a date, in my opinion. I said no to the supposed freak of nature.
Next, one of our dorm-mates walked out of the kitchen with a plateful of fresh, just-out-of-the-oven cookies. She is amazing, is she not?
The next subject of conversation was whether or not my egg nog had alcohol in it. And I have completed almost an entire chapter of biology in this time span.
And that is what a regular night in the honors dorm is like.
Kierranne

Literally the Most Embarrassing Class of My Life

I’m an honors student, which means I am part of the Honors Program at UK. Which means I have to take an Honors class or an honors section of a class every semester. This semester I have “Mirrors of the Universe”, a course where we read epic poetry and various other classic literature and discuss what we have read and how it applies to life today. We have two papers assigned for the entire semester, and the first one was due today.

First off, I have to say that I love my professor. He’s 80 something years old, Italian, and the sweetest human being alive. But he also has some trouble understanding us, and there is a bit of a communication barrier between the class and the professor.

Secondly, we were practically given carte blanche on this assignment. We had to write 3-4 pages, with a bibliography if needed, about something that we read, discussed, or thought about in relation to this class. That was it. That was our assignment. Now, personally, I generally prefer a bit more structure to my writing assignments, but this really excited me. I had several topics we had touched on in class that I knew I could write a decent paper on.

The topic I ended up picking was love. Yeah, yeah, I know. Love. How clique. The basic idea(s) behind my paper was comparing and contrasting the definition of love in The Epic of Gilgamesh, The Odyssey, and the modern, American perception of love. Not physical love. Oh no, Little Miss I-used-to-be-homeschooled-and-I’m-so-sheltered would never even DREAM of writing such a paper. For instance, I wrote about how Romeo and Juliet is often misinterpreted as a romance when it’s really either a tragedy or comedy, and has elements of both.

Well, I bet you can see where this is going. Today in class we went around the table (there are 18 people in my honors class) and described our papers. I got off to a bad start. I started to say my name (because Guido, my professor, hasn’t managed to memorize all our names yet), but didn’t get farther than “My name is-” when Guido interrupted me and asked “Are you sad?”

What?? I was actually marginally excited to be talking about my paper. I liked what I had written, and I like talking. So talking about what I had written was not a bad prospect. But apparently, I look sad when I’m trying to say what my name is. So before I even begin to discuss my paper, my face is bright red.

Then I actually begin to discuss my topic. Guido listens for a few minutes and then breaks in. “So what your saying is that you’re comparing physical love in the past and modern physical love? What do you say the differences are?” ….

My face turns BRIGHT RED. The entire class is giggling by now, and I start stammering about how that was not quite what I had been talking about. “But you said comparing love in the past and modern love, right? What differences did you find?” Again, I try to explain how love is seen as an obsessive passion in the modern world, and again, he cuts in. “You mean sex.”

“What?!” I’m pretty sure I squeaked. Actually, I’m positive, because one of my classmates leaned over and very audibly replied, “Nice squeak, Kierranne.” That helped. So by now, my face, neck, and ears are tomato red, I’m squeaking when I try to talk, the entire class is laughing, and Guido is looking on contentedly, like, “Isn’t this a great discussion we are having?“

The most embarrassing class of my entire life.

Got to love Honors class.

Kierranne