Blame it on Becca

I suppose everyone has Blog Fever at the moment, though to be fair Anneke was really the first one (that I know) to have made one. Hers has some longevity to it, so I really can't compete. But is that really the idea here? I don't think so. That, and Becca Rose exclaimed "You need one!" Well, if I need it, then what else could I do?

Some of this is going to be complicated if I don't map it out for you, I think. I'm a student (if you don't know) at Simpson University and there are a very good number of things that happened which should be chronicled. After all, these are supposedly the "best years of our lives". When we get old and cranky, when our lives mean nothing, shouldn't we have something left of our exploits? Consider this my leaf pressed in an album. When I lose my hearing and my husband dies, at least I'll have my once-blog to fall back on. Seems as good a plan as any, don't you think so too? Well, then here we are, full circle. As for the various things I mention, to those of you who are not Simpson students yourselves and therefore not privy to certain information, I will try and be as generous in my explanation as I can be.

Today has been pretty uneventful compared to most days (in which yelling, nefarious deeds, singing and hiking take place), but it's held its own moments proudly. I'm a Biology major and so I end up dreaming about biology more than I would like, but I can't help it. Last night I dreamed of my chemistry lab (a class which falls from 8-11:10 am every Thursday) and that we got out early: 9:30 am instead of eleven. I woke up refreshed at this hope, only for it to be dashed as 9:30 am passed with no end in sight. Yup. But to be fair we got out at 10:53, still seventeen minutes early as Osama (a fellow Bio major and fabulous friend who, sadly, is transferring at the end of this semester) bid goodbye (quite happily) to her last chem lab at Simpson. I took a few pictures to cherish the experience. Lab in itself was uneventful: ground grass, mixed it with chemicals and separated them chemically, etc. It's verging more into Organic Chem which might be why I didn't seem to grasp it very well (I did retrain some knowledge of green light, though) but... Whatever.

Lunch began hopefully, was awkward, disappointing, then awkward and amazing at the same time. Hopefully: the food smelled wonderful and LOOKED goo too! Awkward: Then, as I sprinkled a lot of green onions on my food, one of the lunch ladies (I was oblivious, I only hear Osama giggling in the background) as I look up is staring at me, incredulous. I'm sure I flushed as I apologized for monopolizing the green onions, but I just love them! She, very hesitantly, laughs unsurely and replies, "I was just thinking that 500 other people eat... but it's OK..." Don't quit your day job for Hollywood just yet, lady. I was very embarrassed, and rightly so. Disappointing: the food was not 1/8 as good as it looked and smelled. Sad day. Awkward and amazing: A friend of mine, Melissa Gambino, looks over at me as we mention The Back Forty (a series of trees, grass and streams, like a miniature and very pretty forest in back of our school) and says something akin to, "The place where you stripped down and jumped in the creek?" I, as well as a few others, double-take-d. Excuse me?

You see, I don't recall this ever happening. After deciding that her accusation was both awkward (cue nervous laughter) and then exclaiming my innocence, Melissa had the good sense to look abashed and doubt the authenticity of this story. As she tells it, I was afraid I had contracted poison oak and, in a fit of alarm, jumped into the creek after stripping down to save myself. This certainly sounds like me, doesn't it? *sigh* I feel this story has been much abused. But, like all OUTLANDISH FALSEHOODS, there was a root of truth here. Once, on a secret mission in the Back Forty, several friends and I were afraid we did contract poison oak. I, nor anyone else in our party, did not jump into the creek. Like reasonable college students, we hiked back to campus, took showers and awaited any signs of being infected. No creek, no stripping. And that's that.

I'm currently seeking out the instigator of this tale. It was one of my close friends, but we are unsure of who it was, as is Melissa. "I forgot," she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. Whatever! It's only 1:30...

I wonder what else the day has in store. For now, we part.

Toodle-pip.