Monday, November 10, 2014

Too Cool for School

So, here’s the deal: I didn't forget about you. I know it seems like I did, but I didn’t. Several people have been asking me about the blog and I ramble excuses but the bottom line is: I've been busy. 

I started graduate school at night and have been busy writing papers instead of blog posts and reading (gasp!) textbooks instead of Marie Claire. (Hopefully my BFF-ness with Nina Garcia isn't threatened). 
Any excuse to name-drop this glorious tweet. 
It's true; I'm studying to be a Master in Public Relations and Corporate Communications. Until then, I’m doing things like studying, writing case studies, and taking quizzes. QUIZZES. I think the last time I had a quiz was sophomore year at Davidson. (Buzzfeed quizzes aside, of course. I took three of those bad boys this morning.)

Now, I’m not here to complain. A lot of people are in grad school. Probably half of D.C. fits that bill. But, going back to school has been an adjustment. Instead of just sitting home on a Friday night in my sweatpants watching Netflix, I have to sit at home on a Friday night in my sweatpants watching Netflix while writing a paper.

All that to say, school has seriously cut into my blog-writing time. So, this may be the last post for a while (at least until Christmas break). Or, perhaps it's the first of many as I procrastinate on my final papers. I'm not making promises either way.

Even though it has only been seven years since I was last in school, I've had several revelations and observations about school this time around. Perhaps some of you can relate:

  • A grad school class looks like an Apple store. Everyone has a Mac and brings it to class. Everyone except me, that is. I still opt for the tried-and-true spiral notebook. I’m old-school that way. It just wouldn't be class if I didn't have pen ink up and down my arm and miraculously somehow on my face. (Seriously, how does that always happen?) Plus my laptop is too damn heavy. 
  • Students online shop during class and I find it crazy frustrating. It also makes me feel old that things like this bother me. Also, why do they have all this money??? Kids these days, am I right?
  • Highlighters and Post-it notes are still the greatest office supplies of all time. They are completely unnecessary for my schoolwork, but I find reasons to use them anyways. 

Post-its: my preferred method of communication.

  • I will not, in fact, “starve-to-death” if I don’t eat dinner until 8:30 p.m. Going straight to class after work, I was legitimately concerned about this one. However, fear not, it seems I am successfully able to transition from work to class with just a green tea and a handful of almonds. And not once during my post-collegiate academic career have I eaten a late-night quesadilla. Times they are a-changin’.
  • I had so much free time in college. Seriously, what the heck was I doing with all that time? Why wasn't I studying? I should’ve been studying.
  • Thank God I didn’t have Netflix as an undergrad. I never would've graduated. The fact that Netflix is releasing all the seasons of Friends early next year does not bode well for my spring semester. 
  • Procrastination is like riding a bike: you quickly remember how it’s done. Although, procrastinating as an undergrad was a bit more exciting because it meant I decided to go to a party when I should’ve been studying. Now, it mostly just means that I did chores. Things I've done when I should’ve been studying: reorganized all of my bookshelves, volunteered extra hours, flipped my mattress, created four new playlists on Spotify (no thanks to you, Taylor Swift), and cleaned out my pantry. 
  • I've cited Twitter as a source for a paper. Undergrad me says, “What the eff is a twitter??”

Fortunately, I've also learned a lot about PR and communications. But I can't divulge all my secrets, otherwise we'll all be Masters.

There you have it. That's my excuse for not writing. I don't think this is the end of the blog -- I have too many thoughts to share. For example, I just discovered that my apartment is haunted. Where else would I share a gem like that? (More on my ghost later.) 

So, dearest blog, this isn't goodbye, it's see you later.

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