October 2011

Readers,

College is not the place to find sleep.  Point blank.  Mr. Sandman hasn’t given me a good night’s rest, or dream, in more than a fortnight (yeah, I said fortnight), and I believe I may have started to begin the evolution in every TWAMP’s life when sleep starts to cease.

When I entered W&M, I told myself I would double major in English and Marketing, but after devising a four-year plan with academic advising I was hesitant about the work load.  However, I continued to tackle GERs, business school admission prerequisites, and English credits.  It was not until Banner unveiled the Spring 2011 course line up did I start to really freak out.  In the middle of composing my ideal schedule for spring 2011, I had an anxiety attack about the future.  Do I really want to double major?  Should I just major in English?  But what about Marketing?  I ran to the Italian House and carped about life with some confidantes, who urged me to sip life slowly, and to seek guidance from professors.

I met with an assistant professor of Marketing about a week and a half ago, and she dished amazing advice.  She also use to work in the fashion industry, Abercrombie & Fitch’s corporate marketing offices to be exact, which was a phenomenal revelation; for who would have ever guessed I would stumble upon a professional who earned a living in the precise field I dream of reaching.  After I left her office, I went to Mason’s academic advising and was told additional information that I was oblivious to regarding majoring and minoring in business.  I left Miller hall inspired and hopeful.

Part two of the invented language project for my Linguistics class was due last week.  This part looked at the Morphology and Phonology of my language, and though I laid in bed with a migraine after it was completed, it was enjoyable.  I do not think I would understand as much as I do in Linguistics if my professor had not assigned this project.  Just as the Russian tutor told me in our latest chat, this project is legitimately putting our classroom lectures and notes into action—it’s ballin’.

When I heard Ke$ha was coming to the area, I bought my ticket immediately.  I didn’t care if it was a Thursday night and that I had to get up at nine the next morning for my Italian drill; it’s Ke$ha, and I needed to flee the campus for a brief hiatus, especially after that Linguistics work.  And it was all worth it.  Seating was first come first serve, so my friends and I ran to the floor when we entered the arena.  Frankly, I was bored with the two opening performers.  I wanted to see Tik-Tok herself.  She blew away my expectations when she arrived on stage, though.   I thought she was just going to drunkenly wobble around the stage and burp confetti everywhere, but she can put on an authentic show.  When she later blasted me with a shotgun filled with glitter, I saw Heaven’s pearly golden gates.  Life: success (I’m still finding specks of glitter on my body every now and then).  AMP should somehow get her to close the school year with an end of the year concert.

This past Tuesday I took a voyage to Colonial Williamsburg for another ghost tour, this time with an RA (Resident Assistant) friend, her freshmen hall, and her sister, who was visiting from Christopher Newport University, and who I intermittently spooked during the tour.  I was not as anxious and paranoid on this tour compared to my first tour, but it was a bit unnerving when one of the girl’s who knocked on Lady Skipwythe’s door shrieked that she heard the Lady approaching the door.  Nothing had happened on the first tour, and I heard various stories in the past from friends, so I was always hesitant when the tour guide led us to the house.  But this time the girl had heard something–maybe it was only a figment of her imagination?

Last night I closed at my work, Aeropostale, where I’ve been employed for the past three years.  It was relieving to exit the College and slide into the ‘aero-world’ to banner with old colleagues again.  And, oh, how I missed the keys of the register (my finger tips have been cold without their warmth).  The amount of work waiting for me back in my dorm, however, consistently fluxed in and out of my thoughts.  After I got off at ten, I finished some Italian homework that was due before midnight, and then went to a friend’s dorm where we watched a musical tour until about two-thirty in the morning.  The next day, with four hours of sleep under my belt, I opened at work at eight.  Good times.

I am not too sure when I will feel the cold sheets of my bed again.  After I write this, I am going to the gym (no surprise), and then supply shopping for Halloween, which will be over by the time this is read.  My to-do list, however, will not be over.  It’s perpetual.

Make Tribe choices.

Sleep for me?