Filed under: College | Tags: all nighter, coffee, college, night, perks of college, shit list, slacking, sleep, Stress, work
College is excruciating. At least sometimes. Thankfully not always.
Every college student must master the ‘all nighter.’ While some students are better than others at planning out their studying and eating and internet surfing, it’s downright essential that everyone completes at least one, if not five, each semester.
Given my propensity to wait until the last minute (I’m convinced I work better under pressure,) I’ve pulled more than I can count. (Then again, my mind tries to block out the memories.) Tonight, for instance, I pulled an all nighter. An all nighter can only be considered excruciating, God awful, horrible pain when you reach that time when the caffeine makes you lightheaded, especially when you tilt your head a little to the left, and you feel as if the only way you could possibly keep your eyes open is by physically peeling your heavy eyelids open with your thumb-and-forefinger crane. Other than that, if you have an objective, a decent attitude and all the right materials, you can’t go wrong.
First things first: make a shit list. Make sure to write “SHIT LIST” in big letters at the top, and list everything that you need to do before the sunrises, in order of importance. Include check boxes next to each item so that way you can track your own progress. It will also help you feel accomplished once you can tick off ‘Read 6 chapters of macroeconomic theory’ at five AM (several hours after you began reading.) Little moral boosters like this are key to organization and a successful sleepless party for one.
Every all nighter needs all nighter provisions. What kind of caffeine source do you have? While coffee is your best bet, at most colleges, the coffee shop does close for the night. Lukewarm coffee is gross, so make sure you have a back up if yours gets nasty. I recommend Coke Zero. 
None of the calories of regular cola and just as much caffeine. It won’t leave you shaking like Monster and other energy drinks. It’s also the cheapest option, making it great for sustained intake. Snacks are also key to all nighters. Screw your diet for one hot minute. If it’s sold in a vending machine, it is fair game. Snacks serve as a great motivational tool, and eating serves as a great way to reel you back in to your studies. Bring something and keep it handy for the two AM munchies. (It happens every time!)
You might not think to ask yourself “what am I wearing?” But this can make your all nighter all the more effective. Make sure you are comfortable. No pants that cut, shoes that make your feet ache, or distracting accessories like scarves. The less you have to worry about yourself, the better. Make sure you layer in case you break out in hot flashes from all your anxiety or the room is so frigid that you wonder if you’re inside a meat locker. The boy scouts say be prepared, and I tend to agree, at least when it comes to clothes.
Pick your spot. Make sure it’s familiar enough that you don’t want to explore, yet not so familiar that you know exactly where that TV is hidden and a great place to practice for the wastepaper basketball tournament. A clean space, with few distractions and a minimal level of noise is ideal. Extra points to places without internet access. That virtually eliminates all possible distractions! Remember- if you are going to stay up all night to finish something, you want to get it done! Picking a space is key to your success. Avoid bedrooms, friend’s apartments, cafeterias, and other high traffic/high distraction areas.
The most important preparation for your all nighter: bring all your books! If you think you could possibly need it for whatever you are working on all night, bring it with you. Trust me when I say that you are not going to want to walk a third of a mile through the cold to retrieve a notebook or file at 3:38 AM. The only way you’re going back to your room is to jump into that warm, inviting bed of yours. If you can show yourself you’re actually prepared, then you will help motivate yourself to work.
If all nighters were easy, they’d call them “You after a bottle of wine.” Okay, maybe not. But really, it is difficult to stay on track while pulling an all nighter. My solution: give yourself time to fool around. You can’t realistically work for 8 hours straight without stopping for air. Give yourself ten minutes here and there to check your email, blog, tweet, or buy more provisions. If you think you won’t get back to studying, bring an egg timer or set that obnoxious alarm on your cell phone to bring you back to reality and force you to get back to work.
This might seem a bit elementary. Why Katie, of course we should stay hydrated and focused and… wh-why would anyone wear pants that are too tight? Well, there’s one thing people always forget: college students are children. We really are. Tell us that there will be a cartoon marathon or that they are giving away free cookies somewhere, and we jump right on that shit. So, keep that in mind when you’re pulling an all nighter; the more basic logic you use, the better off you will be. So if I reward my inner child I will succeed? Uhm, yeah, something like that. Just try not to put yourself up against standards that cannot be achieved. If you think the ever dubious but always satisfying 8AM all nigher nap will do you good, then go for it. Sleep for ninety minutes before your first class. Kids nap. And I’ve never met a college student who didn’t love to sleep…
Filed under: College | Tags: college, day in the life, procrastination, slacking, sleep, StumbleUpon, Villanova
8:30 AM- Your phone alarm screams into your eardrum. Fuck this, I am way too tired, you think as you look down at the heap of books, dirty socks, empty Coke zero bottles, and frayed notebooks covered in your scrawl. You throw your phone with about the same accuracy and speed as any Red Sox pitcher against the wall (just enough to crack your phone, but not enough to consider it in the strike zone.)
9:45 AM- Somehow your phone was resurrected while you slept. But you are sleeping like a champ; the alarm is not loud enough for you to hear it, so you continue to sleep while you can.
10:45 AM- Your phone chimes again. Somehow it has made its way back to your mound of shit- must’ve been that roommate of yours. Half the favor, but never enough. You are late for your morning business class. You hop into the nearest pair of jeans, wrestle with a bra and sneaker laces, yank a shirt over your head, and throw your toothbrush into its new home in your backpack as you sprint down the stairs and out the door.
10:51 AM- You are late, but just in time for Bill to bust out his jokes. He marks you present as you stroll– albeit twenty minutes late– into business dynamics. Someone snickers as you plop into a seat, but you could care less. You open your notebook to compose your daily STD list– Shit to do.
10:59 AM- Your STD list is done. The limp notebook paper looks as if it has just been massacred with blue ink. You have enough check boxes to put any normal person into cardiac arrest. How the hell you will complete it all today, you have no idea, but considering you aren’t a normal person, chances are you will get a decent amount done. Maybe.
11:02 AM- You and Bill have your usual discussion- the one where you make a comment about something topical that he mentions in passing, a (successful) effort to make yourself sound intelligent, that gets him started on a mildly interesting tangent but also keeps you mildly engaged.
11:19 AM- Bill let’s the class out. You fight through the crowd in the hallway and book it down the stairs.
11:22 AM- Rip out some Rousseau to read while you wait in line at Conolly for your usual turkey-swiss-thousand-island-lettuce-tomato-onion-sandwich with a pickle-on-the-side.
11:27 AM- Sandwich in hand, you grab a seat on the upper-deck, then voraciously eat your sandwich as you attempt to digest Rousseau’s ramblings at the same time.
11:40 AM- You ate way too fast. Stomach aches. You hear your computer whispering your name from inside your bag. Knock it off, you say to yourself. But will power was never really your thing, so you throw Rousseau back in your bag and plug in to the fabulous world of the internet. God, it feels good to check your Facebook page for updates. It’s as if you’ve never done it before.
12:12 PM- Snake, Cityville, and random picture surfing has been enough Facebook. You curse yourself for wasting all that time. Class starts in fifteen minutes, and you have at least twenty five more pages of dense, philosophical garbage to comb through. Woops… Fuck it. You return to the wonderful world of the internet, this time to check Twitter and three GMail accounts.
12:27 PM- You close your laptop and sprint to class.
3:02 PM- Your last class of the day begins. You swallow hard as Suzanne begins her drone, that you know will never end. This is also an effort to choke back laughter in regards to Suzanne’s outfit. (Overall jean skirt. One of a kind, friends.)
3:03 PM- Fuck this, I am making Caroline a survey. So much more entertaining. ‘Survey for Carolion. Roar!!!’
3:17 PM- Pass complete survey to Caroline.
3:27 PM- Begin giant doodle of “Fuck it!” in block letters. Ignore Suzanne’s request for everyone to calculate GDP in 2005 dollars. You could not care any less.
3:35 PM- Note to Caroline. “I am so mad that if I were wearing a mood ring, it would burst into flames.”
3:36 PM- Ignore Suzanne’s glares from across the room as you snicker moderately loudly.
3:53 PM- Continue to doodle obscene faces.
3:57 PM- Note from Caroline. “I was going to wear that outfit tomorrow, but I guess Suzanne beat me to it.” Laugh again about how ridiculous she looks. The mock turtleneck really pulls it all together.
4:12 PM- Begin to rudely put books away before actually being dismissed from class.
4:14 PM- Stand up and put on your coat as the entire class begins to walk out the door, despite Suzanne’s closing remarks.
4:15 PM- Enjoy your freedom. You grab a coffee, hit up the mailroom before it closes, waste some time with your favorite extra-curricular activities, check your email, ignore a phone call from a family member, and generally catch up from the day.
5:49 PM- Grab dinner at the corner grill; who doesn’t love chicken fingers drenched in salad dressing with some vegetables on a wrap? Amen to calories, as you always say.
6:19 PM- You head off to some obligatory group meeting. It seems like there is always at least one.
6:44 PM- By now it feels as if you have beaten a dead horse. You get it. They get it. Enough already, let’s end this fucking meeting so you can get the fuck out of there!
6:52 PM- The group packs up. You bolt. That was fucking misery, you think to yourself.
6:59 PM- You descend to your usual hiding spot in Bartley. Opening your laptop, you check your email to help you make a game plan regarding homework for the evening.
7:02 PM- Homework? Who the fuck does homework? You deserve a break for all the hard work you’ve done today.
8:36 PM- Grab an iced tea from Holy Grounds. Too bad it’s not a Long Island iced tea, you think. You also think about how awesome the black girl looks with her blonde weave. She can actually pull it off a lot better than you could. You go back to your seat.
9:27 PM- You still haven’t started any homework. But Caroline calls, and you pledge you will study together.
9:58 PM- Caroline shows up, and you find a new, quieter hiding place that you can chit chat in. You hook your computer up to the desk and check your email.
10:07 PM- Someone posts a funny video on your Facebook wall. Conveniently enough, it is as also a link to StumbleUpon.
12:24 AM- You realize you have gotten nothing done, so you decide to make a ‘Shit To Do’ List for yourself. You get a little carried away writing on the whiteboard, especially when Caroline insists you write “19″ in Spanish, as well as several quotes from the day. (“Ahh! I broke my achilles!” ; “I am so mad, if I were wearing a mood ring right now, it would burst into flames!” ; etc.)
12:46 AM- Get distracted by another StumbleUpon link. Start reading funny lines to Caroline. Who doesn’t love dead baby jokes?
1:32 AM- You both pack up your shit and throw in the towel on getting anything done.
1:39 AM- Stroll into your dorm room, and immediately throw on a season of Three Sheets. You know you won’t fall asleep anyway.
3:00 AM- You have already watched three episodes. You turn off the tv show, but switch to surfing through Facebook.
3:36 AM- You turn off your laptop, hoping you’re tired enough to fall asleep.
4: 30 AM- After over an hour of tossing and turning and searching for the cold part of your pillow, by some miracle, you pass out. God only knows all that bullshit today was completely and utterly exhausting.
Filed under: Lizstomania | Tags: friends, Lists, movie, Price is Right, relax, school, slacking, snacks, snow day
After three delays, mere teasers from my college, I finally got a snow day. Let’s be honest, everyone loves a day off from school, especially when you go to a “pay more, go less” kind of school.
But I’ve had a lifetime of snow days. That’s a long time to figure out what makes a great snow day. Obviously, the fact that any day of school is cancelled is both a wonder and a miracle. I can’t help but love it.
These kids have it allllll right.
But to have a stand out, amazing snow day, you have to have all of the following. And I mean ALL.
- The Price is Right. Just like any sick day, you gotta catch the Price Is Right in the morning. I love that tacky music and the glitter and lights. I love the pricing games and the new cars and the abundance of fashion faux pas. It is entirely necessary to any great snow day.
- Freshly baked cookies. Making the batter from scratch adds bonus points, but honestly, any type of warm, made-since-you-woke-up-this-morning type of cookie qualifies. Everyone needs cookies on a snow day. My personal favorite would have to be a chocolate chipper, made by yours truly.
- A movie you have watched at least four times. It could use another watching. You know you love it. It’s always entertaining. Watch it again. You have a few hours to kill, anyway. Movies that make my list include Good Fellas, Ocean’s 11, Austin Powers, and most Disney Pixar films.
- Random visitor. You can’t be alone on your snowed in afternoon. It just never happens that way. The more surprising and random the visitor, the better. Is it a cousin who is on a roadtrip through town? A good friend with funky vintage work out suits? Gramma? All I have to say is ‘get it on!!!!!!!’ Those are exactly the strange visitors you need on a good snow day. (Note: The best of visitors bring their ipods and sleds for dance parties and outdoor adventures.)
- Naptime. The Snow day nap is almost as crucial as the Thanksgiving Day nap. If you are in rare form, you can probably catch up on at least three hours of sleep during said nap. If you are a pro, you will fall asleep after gorging yourself on cookies while watching your old favorite movie, right after the Price is Right. Naps are God’s way of saying “You know what, you haven’t worked very hard today. But don’t worry about it. Everyone deserves to feel lazy sometimes.”
Filed under: Rants & Ridiculousness | Tags: happiness, life, Rant, slacking, sleep
It is 6:30 in the morning, and I am laying in bed, and it has been hours since I’ve slept. Surprise, surprise.
I’ve got a million and one things to do today, and I am thoroughly fatigued, and I have nothing better to do than sleep. But instead, I am wide awake, watching Netflix and playing games on facebook.
It’s a huge stupid waste of time.
When is this going to end? I always feel like I am busy with another waste of time. Even things of marginal importance are fleeting and ultimately make no impact on my ability to sink or swim. Going to the Phonathon is just another way to pass the time; homework is a means to an end; to do lists carry as much life as any rock or grave in a cemetery.
People can talk out their ass about how important college and learning and education and resumes are to my future, my life, my well-being, but I still can’t help but want to shout “Bullshit!” as if I’m at a basketball game bearing witness to a poor call for my team. Not that basketball matters, either.
Yet, in my most idealistic plans for the future, I am still a schmuck, not unlike Duchovny’s character on Californication, or even Dexter’s ditzy sister, Debra. Sexy and doing cool things, but still doing nothing, or at least feeling shitty nine times out of ten. I want to feel as good as people on tv look. But we all know, that’s never happening.
If I picked a career tomorrow, one that in the end would allow for the most happiness, or at least perceived happiness, I would tend bar. Eventually I could manage the place, and who knows; down the road I could open my own joint.
I would be Dee, if Dee were a brunette and lived in some city other than Philadelphia. (I’ll be honest- there just isn’t enough to do here.)
But in the midst of my midnight ramblings, I have discovered that despite my boredom, I have figured out the way I deem something worthwhile, or at least if it has the potential to make me happy. These may seem irrelevant, arbitrary, or at best, unusual. But, such is the case sometimes.
- Does it lead to a chance to drink more wine?
- How funny is it?
- Will it matter in an hour? A week?
- Can I still be sassy?
- Can it be done barefoot?
While the answer to one of these questions may not affect any of the others, if it meets all criteria, it certainly is something that I really, really like.
Not sleeping doesn’t have any of these qualities, aside from being barefoot. (It’s weird to sleep with shoes on.) College is also limiting in the sassy/funny category.
Life, however, should be all of the above. Life should not feel like a huge waste of time.
Filed under: College | Tags: college, drinking, fast food, flirting, food, perks of college, procrastination, slacking, sleep, Villanova
College is great because I can indulge in my guiltiest pleasures and worst habits. I don’t necessarily exercise this perk to the fullest (although I have intentions of doing so in the future), but here are some of my favorite abuses.
- Drinking This seems obvious. It’s college. As I have mentioned before, Villanova isn’t exactly a party school, but I have indulged in a few alcoholic beverages since I’ve gotten here. Don’t kill me or anything,
Mom. - Procrastinating College is the best place to put shit off. In fact, it is a part of your day every single day. There is always something you can procrastinate on, from work, to cleaning, to laundry, to bathing, to eating, to sleeping… The list goes on. Pretty much, if it is a task, there will be people in college who procrastinate from doing it.
- Staying up late At least now I have a reason to stay up until unholy hours (I need to finish what I have been procrastinating on!) Exhibit A: It is 5:50 in the morning, and I have been awake since about noon- which was yesterday. Even the weekends provide time to stay up extra late, especially if your social life permits such activities.
- Screwing up my sleep I have had a nice history of doing so, but college has enabled fucky patterns even more so. I love it. Okay, that’s a lie, but sometimes it is nice to sleep all day. This goes hand in hand with staying up late.
- Eating unhealthy foods Because they don’t serve much else anyway! Pizza is available 24/7, and all the take out options are extra unhealthy, so really, if you want to be a fattie, you can.
- Flirting with people I should not be flirting with I really excel in this one. I can always find a grad school student, or some other bad catch to flirt with. Always. It’s almost as if I am a magnet for them. And, let me be honest- I enjoy every rotten minute of it. Wholeheartedly.
Filed under: Song of the Day | Tags: awesomeness, happiness, indie, life, music, slacking, Soft Pack, song of the day, Spain, video
This is my new favorite song/song to live by/motto in lyrical form. Absolutely watch the video, tell me what you think, tell your friends about it, and generally go nuts. This is lyrical genius right here. I’m just flabbergasted with how true and inspiring and simply awesome this song is.
You can’t depend on anyone else
You gotta know where you stand
And what’s in your hands
Yeah you gotta answer to yourself
You gotta write down what you know
You gotta make sure that it’s known
Because they’re coming along to see what you’ve done
And they’re gonna claim it for their own
You got a rabbit in your hat
You got a few tricks up your sleeve
Don’t get stuck in a rut
Or stuck in the same
You got exactly what you need
You got a talent don’t you know?
You’re more talented than you know
And you give it a shot
And give it the time
And be surprised how far it goes
But I think I’m gonna die
Before I see my time
But I think I’m gonna die
Trying anyway
You gotta answer to yourself
2 days a week outside yourself
You take an hour a day, an hour a day
And you don’t respond to anyone else
You got a few things on your shelf
You got to look through for yourself
You gotta choose what to read
Choose what to believe
And you don’t take it from anyone else
But I think I’m gonna die
Before I see my time
But I think I’m gonna die
Trying anyway
Today was my day off from work. I recovered from life by spending the entire day at the beach and driving around Falmouth. It was great. I wish I had more time to myself like that. Who the hell knows if I’ll ever have another summer to just bum around and be lazy once in a while, especially after college. I dunno if people really do this kind of shit in the real world. I mean, the video the Soft Pack put together is somewhat accurate. I have worked at a pizza place… there is a lot of time to just fuck around and act like a doofus. Maybe that’s why we have pizza places: because some people need a job where they can continue to be an idiot and be out of the way, mostly.
I think it would be great if the world was a little more like Spain. Siesta every day around 2 o’clock. Dinner doesn’t start until 8, and you eat for at least two hours. Read your newspaper. Talk with friends and family. Just chill the fuck out for a few hours. No wonder obesity and heart problems run rampant through the United States: we are all anxious and jumpy! Everyone has a problem and no one has a solution. We are so concerned with doing what other people want of us and pleasing everyone and being proper and signing checks. No. No, thank you. If everyone was a little more focused on themselves, and a little less negative, and a little less prone to bitching all their friends out, maybe we could all be a little happier.
Maybe, we wouldn’t have people claiming they are going to die trying to be happy. Maybe people wouldn’t feel so damn helpless in a world filled with resources and opportunities. Maybe the Soft Pack wouldn’t have written this song, but then again, maybe they wouldn’t have needed to.
Filed under: Senioritis, Uncategorized | Tags: accomplishment, awesomeness, internship, Lowell Sun, newspaper, senioritis, slacking
I’m kind of stunned that my internship is, more or less, over. Tuesday is my last day. The editors are taking me out to lunch.
Here are some of the best parts about having interned at The Sun.
- Most obviously, I got to experience first hand what it is like to work in a newsroom. I had a desk and a phone and assignments. I listened to the police scanner buzz and shout all day. I learned how to actually write an article. I met some very cool people. I met some really weird people too. But I couldn’t have learned what I did from any school newspaper or guessing game.
- I loved that no one set my schedule. No one told me and the other cattle to move to our next class at exactly 8:25 or to eat lunch fourth or to be somewhere. I could come and go as I pleased. I took lunch when I was hungry, and in fact, I had an hour to do so. That’s a big step up from twenty-ish hurried minutes of combined social interaction and stuffing my face. (Sorry, WA.) It was the Katie Show, and I was the director, producer, and owner of the station. It was my own game. It was actually a pretty strange experience at first, not to mention. I was almost waiting around for someone to tell me, “Go eat now” and “You can leave.”
- I was with ADULTS. I didn’t have to schlep around with kids and moochers and complainers. There was a lot less bullshit. Now granted, I didn’t get to see the entire works of that factory, but being older, nonetheless, is a whole new game with a new set of rules. I felt a lot more at home in the newsroom with people that, for the most part, could be my parents, than I did in the cafeteria at WA or in my gym class or whatever. Strange, maybe, but still one of the reasons why I loved The Sun.
- Having one class meant I could actually focus on that class. Now, I didn’t always do all the assignments and whatnot, but when it came down to studying for my AP test, I really put my all into it. Anddd I really liked being able to sneak out for an hour or so from work once in a while. It was a healthy break, plus I got to see some people I know and like to hang out with. Psych was the best class of the year, so finishing it out wasn’t too much of a heart breaker.
- Some of my assignments were… less than thrilling. But some were fantastic! I loved going to the Hellenic American Academy the other day. Vivian Panagakis, I love you! You are such a sincere person, and you made me feel so welcome! And Greek!! Doug Anderson, the school principal, took the time to show me the entire school and introduce me to most of the kids. It was great. And, that story made it on the front page!! It stood out as one of the times that I was really happy to be out and about, interviewing kids, seeing what goes on, and learning a bit about the community that I had never been exposed to before.
- Also, seeing my name, and more importantly, my work in print. Well, that’s pretty cool.
- The kind letters I have received in return from some people have also been so wonderful and rewarding. Like when I covered a couple choruses in Lowell. Frank Sullivan, he sent me these e-mails that were so kind and so genuine and made me feel so good. These emails made my day. Here’s one from Frank:
You did another great job on the Spindle City Singers article. There were several people from the group including Normand Ayotte who were very please with the write-up in the Lowell Sun. Don’t give up on a career in journalism. You need to investigate other opportunities where you can utilize your written communication skills. Good luck on your next important step in life and that is college where you will meet new people with a different background and experience.
- As much as I worked, I also had equal time to just relax. I think Guidance, when they were setting up the internship program, was hoping that as much as they want us to learn, they want us to have time to just chill out. I had some down time at work. I did my fair share of stumbling-upon and reading blogs. I listened to music. I browsed the mall from my computer.
I doubt I will be able to find a job that is quite as fulfilling as The Sun, but maybe that will give me some time to chill at the lake, read a lot, and work on my tan. Who knows, but The Sun set some pretty high standards. No complaints there. 
Cheers,
Katie
Filed under: Rants & Ridiculousness, Senioritis | Tags: future, life, Lists, senioritis, slacking, Stress, To Do
Lately I’ve gotten my shit together.
At least a little bit.
The most important things, or at least what most people would say at the most important things, have been covered. I picked a school. I submitted my deposit. I finally washed my sheets, and I went to the doctors. I am enjoying my internship and have had two by-lines.
But I’ve been so lazy, at the same time. I haven’t gotten a job. I haven’t gone on a diet, and I certainly have neglected working out. I have yet to truly fold all my laundry. I still don’t know what I am doing this summer. I haven’t whitened my teeth or been blogging regularly or eaten healthier food. I haven’t been studying for my AP exam, let alone doing the homework for the class. Nice.
I have so many events coming up, seemingly. I have so much motivation, but I never actually apply myself.
I’m not depressed, thankfully. But I feel like a loser. All I do is succumb to my spur-of-the-moment urges and desires. Beyond that… What can I say that I’ve really done?
Here’s the To Do List, including work items, daily items, and long term schtuff.
- Food Revolution article –> get into contact with Doug Anderson, the mom, students, etc
- Interview local HS students for Mass Anti-Bullying legislation opinions
- Psych class at one
- Review quiz on five modules
- Shorts shopping with Madre (fucking Disney)
- Figure out what to do in the future
- Pick my classes for next semester
- Figure out grad party deal (another FML)
- Shave my legs
- Clean my room
- Get a job
- Get a gym membership
- Stop eating shitty foods
- Study for AP exam
- Take AP exam
- Figure out birthday weekend events… FML
- Get hands on some Captain Lime
- Submit community service sheet to the NHS Nazis
- Get laundry from dryer
- Buy prom ticket (FML)
- Finish my book
- Make a list of books to read for the summer
- Make a list of movies to watch this summer
- Get some money (FML)
- Get some WhiteStrips
- Make a survey for candace
- Finish all the MyNova Shit
- Visit MacKenzie Zadroga
- Go to NYC for concert with Candace
- Write some letters
- Learn Quantum Physics, memorize the Bible verbatim, do a cartwheel, and go on a date with Brad Pitt. HA.
Maybe this is senioritis?
Katie
Filed under: Senioritis | Tags: "Senior Stroll", class, computer, excuses, hallways, school, senioritis, slacking, Westfordia
Doing everything and anything to get out of some class time.
I both accept and love that I will do just about anything to get out of class. One of the best parts of any given day is coming up with a new reason to get out of class. I’m exhilarated when I have one more excuse.
(While yes, my grades may have dropped due to my lack of attendance, but I contribute that more to the fact that I have stopped doing homework and/or general malaise when it comes to doing most school related activities.)
Here are my favorite ways to get out of class:
- Most obviously, going to breakfast for first period and coming in late.
- Going on senior strolls for ten to fifteen minute chunks of time
- Visiting the library to use the computers, blog, or generally amble around
- Copying papers for teachers
- Visiting guidance and chatting it up with either Wendy or Mrs. Samaha
- Forcing myself to find a question to ask Wendy so I don’t seem like such a slacker
- Selling cupcakes for the Liv Marchand Scholarship Fund
- Blood drives
- Helping the school social worker on Wednesdays (I love those “Get out of Jail FREE” slips)
- Pulling senior pranks in stairwells, etc
- Sitting in Mr. Cruikshank’s freshman history classes
- Faking the need to pee
- Pretending to be tired/faint/dizzy and visiting the nurse (even if only to sleep for the period)
- Walking slowly
- Getting ginger ales for substitute teachers from the teacher’s lounge (that was only once, but it was a nice little field trip)
- Field Trips of all kinds
- Skipping school for any reason, including Ferris Bueller moments, doctors appointments, illness (real or imagined), and vacations.
- “I need to get something from my car.”
- “I need to get something from my locker.”
- “I need to get something from my last period class.”
- “I need to get something from my guidance counselor.”
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Chances are good you'll find me here.
Administration gives extra points for creativity, you know.
Cheers,
Katie
