I’m at a funny point in my life where about half the people I consider close confidants missed major milestones in my emotional, social and physical development.
For example:
My highschool friends and members of my family who I don’t see every day missed:
- The hiking adventures that resulted in two pairs of ripped yoga pants. Not jeans, yoga pants, THOSE THINGS ARE STRETCHY.
- My intense addiction to the Thai Peanut Dressing at work, quesadillas, and water with so much lime it’s like a non-alcoholic margarita.
- Me as a person who does not run a bake sale a week. (It frees up SO MUCH time, for myself…and my parents.)
My college friends and individuals I have since informed that they are required to be members of my family missed:
- My dedication to culinary school and running a bake sale a week (Mom, Dad, you deserve awards for dishes, patience, and grocery bills.)
- Bedazzled jeans. (We all have regrets in life.)
- Buck teeth and vampire fangs that the orthodontist (mostly) fixed.
- The phase of my life where I was completely unaware of all social norms and cues and simply wanted to be a wood elf.
…wait…that’s still a thing…
I’m also (apparently, at only five days in) at a funny point in my master’s program where:
- We’ve only just begun (the optional portion, classes don’t start for two weeks).
- We’re already getting presentations about what to do after our master’s and how to start planning…which apparently should have started last week.
HOLD THE DIAL UP PHONE ONE FLIPPITY FLAPJACK SECOND.
Yes, that’s right, not only did I reference old technology and use words that were never cool, I also said that I’m supposed to have an idea what I want to do POST master’s even though I HAVEN’T OFFICIALLY STARTED.
HOW ‘BOUT THEM APPLES?!
*laughs hysterically* *goes for a run*
This is where you, my poor readers, begin (continue) to suffer. When stressed, aside from running/yoga/flying off to neverland, I have three habits which are bound to arise that negatively affect you:
- I listen to exclusively Disney music. Hannah Montana meets the Lion King. Prepare for Disney memes. Also, someone please call Luba and let her know that I’m going to need her to update my playlist again to get me out of this funk.
2. I watch stand-up comedy while I cook. This makes me laugh, a lot. It also makes me talk to myself, even more. The laughing and talking makes me think that I’m funnier than I already think I am. Which means you have to read more blog posts filled to the brim with terrible humor, if it can even be called that.
3. I put on Harry Potter audiobooks as I walk to class. Which means everyone becomes a muggle and everything around me gets equated to Hogsmead, Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, Privet Drive, etc.
You’ll wish a dementor had you instead by the time this is over.
Conveniently, the 6 o’clock bell rang last night, from the tower in a building that I don’t yet know the name of, AND IT RANG IN THE OPENING SCENE SONG TO HARRY POTTER.
IT WAS AMAZING.
I REVOKE ALL PREVIOUS STATEMENTS OF BEING OVERWHELMED
NOTHING ELSE MATTERS
THEY PLAYED HEDWIG’S THEME FOR A SOLID 45 SECONDS!
And then moved on to some inferior song that I didn’t recognize.
Here’s a behind the scenes look (…from 4 year’s ago)
Also, apparently this is McGraw Hall, which I call “Castle-esque building on the hill #1”
Instead of researching what to do post-master’s (I’ll leave that for an evening project when there’s no daylight for exploration) I explored Cornell’s Botanical Gardens (WHICH FEATURE A CLIMATE CHANGE GARDEN, but more info on that at a later date) and discovered the beauty of reading upside down on my porch.
A knobbly old tree (which reminds me of the Whomping Willow, obviously)
The vegetable gardens used for comparison to the Climate Change Garden:
When plants meet architecture:
A close up, because obviously I had to go sit in it:
Me enjoying my porch in the woods:
Ft. My lovely cuppa tea:
Math camp may be crazy, but life here is pretty, well…
Gorges.
With love,
Marley and Tea