Senior Year, yes yes

Well, the first week of my senior year of college is over. I'm not sure how to feel about it. Mostly it's surreal. I do feel older though--more mature or something. Also, I'm a little overwhelmed from all the reading and writing I'm going to be doing this semester. My history class that meets twice a week has 100 pages to read for each class. I'm sorry, but that is just too too much. However, my journalism professor looks like Dumbledore from Harry Potter, and I'm very pleased about it. 

My first article for the paper this semester was on biking to campus, and for the first time ever I got some feedback from someone I've never met. Her name is Suzanne, and she works for the Campus Access & Transportation center on campus. She said she loved my article and thanked me for writing about the biking issue. I think my heart grew two sizes larger as it swelled with pride. People DO read my articles!

There are 2 things of note:

The first of these two things happened at the Yogurt Pump yesterday. Hannah had stayed in the car, so we wouldn't get towed, and I went in to get us both some frozen yogurt. On my way out, I crossed paths with two black men (they were very "ghetto" in the way they dressed). As I walked past the larger of the two men, he called out, "Hey girl, I wanna take you back to the crib wit me." Being the shy and prim white girl that I am, I just ignored him and speed-walked back to the car. However, I wish I had responded with something like, "Excuse me sir, but you cannot afford me."

The second thing of note I'd like to mention, happened today while I was making pancakes (blueberry, of course). My 7-year-old sister, Lacey, and my stepmother were sitting at the kitchen table working on Lacey's spelling assignment. Alice would say the sentence out loud, and Lacey was supposed to write it down on the dry-erase board. Alice said the sentence "The pigpen is swept." Lacey started out well with "The pig," but then crammed the next two words together. Unwittingly, she had written "The pig penis swept." I could not stop laughing, and Alice gave me strict instructions "not to write anything about this." Oh well.

I had nearly forgotten that I even had this blog.

I am thoroughly persuaded that I was born in the wrong time period. 

Usually I tell people that I should have grown up in the 1960s, or that I would have been perfect for the 1920s. However, I am more and more convinced that I would have loved living during the Napoleonic or the Georgian eras. I've watched a lot of movies set in those time periods ever since I was a little girl, and I'm so in love with nearly every one of them -- especially the Jane Austen ones.

Last week I went to Hyco lake with Aunt Donna (she and Uncle Bob own a house there). We made dinner together, then sat on the dock and watched the sunset while sipping wine out of long-stemmed glasses. It was so beautiful to see the sky turn different colors as the sun sank slowly behind the trees and out of sight. I don't think I could ever tire of watching the water ripple, or of hearing it gently touch the shore.