You Might Think I'm Crazy

I'm at work again--yes, this concept of a job is truly puzzling--and I decided to update before i disappeared for...you know...SPRING BREAK!!!

It couldn't have come any sooner to tell the truth. It's a godsend, really. A savior if you will.

I remember in high school, I always thought the week before spring break was torture. In college, it's cold-blooded murder.

So, let's recap my week to explain why I look like Gary Busey:

Monday

• Found out that I had to design a brochure by Friday for Publication Design. It wasn't in the syllabus...
• Got assignments for the Echo. Two stories. Sent out emails to set up interviews.

Tuesday

• Can't quite remember...? I went to work. Felt like I wanted to die later.

Wednesday

• Class at 9, Class at 10, Class at 11.
• Work!
• Interview with Mara Cawein in the Education Dept. about Kappa Delta Pi--honors society for Ed. majors.
• Meeting for Echo.
• WORK!
• And I watched Lost, which was amazing.

Thursday--D-Day

• Meeting with Dr. Bane at 9:30
• Class at 10:50
• Work at 12:15
• College of Fine Arts and Communications (CFAC) interns meeting at 2:40
• Interview with Mark McMurtrey at 3:15
• WORK till 5:30
• Go to Chelsea's apartment to help her fill out Ambassador application
• Go to Baptist Collegiate Ministry at 7:00 to hear friends speak
• Sonic Dinner 9:00
• Went up to Mass Comm Lab to work on brochure at 9:30. Picked up Natalie (who is in the same class and luckily saw me before I drove away) and Laina (who isn't in the class but needed extreme motivation to write paper)
• Worked until 11:00, went on McDonald's break. McDonald's closed. Went to Wendy's.
• Finished brochure at 12:30 a.m.
• Filled out Ambassador application. Finished Media Theory and Research homework. 1:30 a.m.
• Looked up addresses for Work PR.
• Didn't leave Mass Comm Lab until 2:30. Couldn't find parking spot.
• Went to bed at 3:00 a.m.

Friday--the Apocolypse

• Woke up at 7:30. Chelsea picked me up. Turned in Ambassador applications. Yay!
• 9:00 class, 10:00 class, five minutes of 11:00 class.
• Visited Phil--Honors professor. They are big on the first name basis.
  
• Lunch at Zaxby's
• Turned in application for Alpha Chi to Dr. Butcher
• Called chair of Art Department Jeff Young to try and get faculty accomplishments for CFAC newsletter--talked to secretary, still no accomplishments.
• WORK til 4--hopefully.
• Still have to write two stories. When I mean write, I mean transcribe from tape recorder as well. Should take 3 hours maybe.
• GO HOME! My parents think I'm dead.

So, there you go. This is what it's like to be a college student. More specifically, this is what it's like to major in Print Journalism. Yikes.

Happy Spring Break!

Be-Bop-A-Lula

I'm currently at work, dying.

Not that works is killing me--which sometimes it does--but I am SO tired. And it's all because of this stupid illness. I mean, seriously. I have never in my entire life fallen asleep in a class before, but today I zonked out halfway through World Religions. And I didn't just lay my head down on my desk. I fell asleep for maybe 10 minutes--my usual designated nap time. I had to run to the bathroom after to class to check for ink smudges on my face from my notebook.

I've also had to take required naps after class/work. Usually, I never nap. Now, I pass out the moment I hit the bed. I don't even remember falling asleep. One of my suitemates woke me up yesterday when she literally jumped on top of me while I was just waking up. I was lying with my back to her when she ran in, so I turned to say something to her, and she jumped on me. And then I got a mouthful of red hair.

So, I got off work in 20 minutes--the countdown is on--and I am ready for my late afternoon nap! Then, I have to go work on my mid-term project at the Mass Comm lab.

And for some reason today--I think since I am working at the computer all aloney on its owney--I have felt the need to shimmy without music. The virus has clearly reached my brain...

And because my post felt so devoid of color and life--well, I guess loosing control of my shoulders should have been weird enough--I am posting a picture of me and my friends with Malcolm Jamal Warner--aka. Theo from The Cosby Show. Yes, he came to UCA, and I totally got to introduce myself to him!

MJW: "Hi! I'm Malcolm! What's your major?"
Me: "I'm Julie! I'm a Mass Communications major with an emphasis in Print Journalism!"
MJW: "...ok...?"

Yes, longest major title ever...

I Thought I Was Going To Die

First things first, I interviewed Coach Martin--boys and girls track coach--and he asked me the question that I've said I was going to answer last week but didn't. So, here we go:

Why Julie Choose UCA:

Well, I am going to be perfectly honest. I was going to go to U of A. Why? Because they are big and well-known. I was even going to room with a really good friend. However, sometime during Fall 2005, I went with two of my friends to UCA on a tour. They were wanting to go, and I didn't have much better to do, so I went.

And loved it!

I loved the campus, the people, the Honors College, the academics, etc. etc. So I cancelled all of my UofA plans and immediately applied to UCA. Ironically, both of the friends that I went with ended up going to a university that was closer to home. Last year, one of them transferred to UCA and said that it was the best decision she ever made.

So, yes, that is my story of how I got here. Woo!

In other news, I have been dying from a really bad virus that had me up an entire night vomiting. It was horrible! I've had to miss two full days of school. I remember in high school how I thought it was a big deal when I had to miss school. But, seriously, this was far worse. I even had to miss a test! Luckily, my professor is letting me make it up later in the semester. Otherwise, I would die.

And in other news, I asked Coach Martin if there was going to be a 40 yd dash at the Hendrix Invitation. Yeah, apparently they drop the 40 yd after fourth grade. He laughed at me for at least ten minutes straight. And I have it all on tape to relive over and over again.

Nice...