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Name: stephanie
Country: United States
State: Maryland
Birthday: 5/13/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: READING writing talking LAUGHING shopping THINKING learning dancing and taking over the WORLD...[haha, props to my 9th grade self for thinking that one up]
Expertise: being who i am.
Occupation: Student
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| I know this is really late today, but I wrote this up rambly thing up for my other blog and thought it would be worth the effort of copy-pasting it here, too....hahaha.
So. This
is last year's Mother's Day post, which is lengthy and is still all
true. I don't think I have much to add, but I will let you in on a
little known secret: my mother is psychic.
I
wish this were an exaggeration, but 'tis not. She reads minds and
hearts like nobody's business. She's like a people whisperer (you know the horse whisperer?
Yeah, like that, only for human beings, and perhaps not as handsome as
Robert Redford). When I was in middle school, she would randomly ask me
things like, "So, do you have a little crush on Bob*?" And, I,
horrified and aghast, would respond, "NO! Oh my gosh, you couldn't be
more wrong! What's wrong with you! Why would you think that!" Because,
of course, I totally liked Bob but never told a soul. (I tend to be
like that--I never, ever admit if I have a crush on someone until after
the fact, not even to my friends, except maybe once or twice in my
entire life. I think part of it is denial, because I'm weirdly talented
at convincing myself I don't like someone at all.) And my mom wasn't
one of those PTA moms who knew everyone in my class and knew everyone's
personalities and all that. She was a full-time working mom who had far
too much to do to spend time scrutinizing the male portion of her
daughter's 7th grade class. She just...somehow...picked up on
everything. Creepy.
I think she maybe has some sort of antenna
that normal people aren't born with. So it's pretty difficult to keep
secrets around her. In fact, it's darn near impossible. Ask anyone--her
patients, church folks, family members. She always knows. And she's so offhand about it, like oh, anyone could learn to be like this. I tell you this is not true. I've tried.
You
know what else is cool about my mom? She talks to strangers. You all
know how much that terrifies me, but she just...does it. And even
worse, she makes friends with strangers. I admire that.
I
also admire that she works like a billion jobs at a time, inspiring me
as a child to think I could be a doctor/artist/teacher/writer at the
same time, and inspiring me as a college student to think I can be a
lawyer/writer/church worker at the same time.
I also admire
that she never fails to fall asleep in front of the TV within minutes
of sitting down to watch something, but when you tell her to go
upstairs to her amazing bed
(I love it), she protests that she's "watching this" even though her
eyes are closed and she was clearly snoring a second ago. If you bug
her enough, her protests become a little more honest, as she'll start
rambling about "missing out on all the fun" that the rest of the family
is apparently having as we watch Project Runway together.
This is practically a nightly ritual. And I love the way she
compulsively eats whatever is in front of her, even if it's like 11:00
at night and the food happens to be cookies, but when you tell her to
stop, she gets all wounded-puppy about it. And then the next day, she
will voice some mild complaint about needing to lose weight, and the
rest of us are like...seriously, all you need to do is stop eating a
whole box of cookies just because they're right in front of you, and
also we have no sympathy because you are not actually fat.
I
tell you these things because I think they are funny, and also because
I wish the rest of the world could catch a glimpse of the mother I live with, and not just the poised and powerful and psychic and overly friendly one they usually see, because that is the mother I love.
Happy Mother's Day!
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| I'd never even heard of the term "zomg" before until a few weeks ago. Apparently it's...when you type "omg" so fast/excitedly that you "mess up" and write a z in front? Correct me if this is wrong, it's just what people told me. Not entirely trustworthy people.
Anyway, I thought it would be appropriate here. And my friends have gotten in the habit of pronouncing it like a real word, aka "zom-guh"!!
Ok, so it's finals week all over the world (kinda), and I will give you a sampling of what the away messages on my buddy list look like.
Mine: "sawyer" (aka the library, where i am right now)
"study"
"nap!"
"writing a paper"
"last minute studying...[etc, a long list of tasks]"
"so screwed."
"cramming for my last final, [etc]"
"write write on"
"studying"
of course...they don't alll look like this. there are some more exciting ones:
"probably watching lost"
"if anyone wants to go on a picnic...let me know"
"expect the unexpected- love, God"
and there are the usuals:
"I am away from my computer right now"
"Away"
and there are the ones with obscure song lyrics.
that's about it.
solidarity, i guess?
oh, finals.
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| As most of you know, my interest in sports is minimal. (Heh.) Especially football. (Sorry.) Unless it's the Terps (whoo!)...or the Ephs!
This Saturday, ESPN College GameDay will be coming here. To my school. For our homecoming game. Against AmherstSucks. I'm not sure why...because, seriously, who pays attention to D3 football? Maybe it's because of our 122 years of rivalry, or whatever. This is a momentous occasion.
That being said, I'm reading the message boards at the GameDay website...and I can see why people are upset. I mean, like I said, D3 football? But it's just GameDay. It's not the actual GAME. And this post is laaame: (an excerpt)
"ok.... first off. its funny to me that the only ppl that like the fact
of having gameday at this high school game is the few that went there.
its freakin art schools god sakes. dont get me wrong i do respect kids
that are doing sumthing with ther lives and playing sports at the same
time. but come on. lets be real."
wtf?? High school??? I'm still in high school? And it's art schools [sic]?!! Why didn't anyone tell me this before I got here??
Seriously...where did this person come from, and where did he get his information? I am okay with the "let's be real" sentiment, but ART SCHOOL??? Art schools everywhere and I are offended.
Now that I'm on the topic though, I'd like to point out that SI picked us as one of the best places to tailgate for the "Biggest Little Game in America."
Finally, much respek to this poster from this thread:
"The Williams/Amherst game is one that I WISH I could go to. This game
is between two of the most respected academic institutions in the
country. Their students go on to become doctors, lawyers, scientists
and politicians. Very precious few of these athletes go on to play at
the professional level. What College Game Day is doing is to give these
athletes what is really their only chance to showcase their school on a
national level. The passion these two teams have, and the traditions
surrounding the "Biggest Little Game in America"
Ok, honestly? I'm just wasting time here. I have so much work to do. Ha....
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| I'm going to point you over to my other blog one more time, because I'm still not over the mood I was in when I wrote the posts last night, so apparently it's important to me. Actually, I think it's important in general and it's something that needs to be dealt with and talked about more. So here.
Depression, the Church, and You: Part One, Part Two
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| I know I did this both semesters last year, so here it is. The early review.
Arabic 101: It's been okay so
far, minus the horrible/wonderful newness of it all and the
horrible/horrible time slot (but I'm getting used to waking up in the
mornings now, and I suppose I'll have to one day in the "real world,"
so maybe it's good for me. Maybe). It's challenging, all right. Writing right to left is something
I'm getting used to, but I wish I were better at reading! I recognize
the letters, but it takes me a while, and I feel like a dunce. I guess
I just have to practice. And it's still really exciting and my prof is
very nice and fun.
The Hebrew Bible: So
this is a class cross-listed for Jewish Studies/Religion/Comp Lit,
taught by a Classics Dept professor, so hopefully you already have a
sense of how awesome it is. My prof is like...one of the coolest people
ever. Kind of reminds you of a teddy bear, only an intense, excited,
really, really smart teddy bear. He explained why he doesn't call the
course "Bible as Literature"--because it's
redundant in the sense that of course the
Bible is literature, and demeaning in the sense that it implies
superiority to anyone who reads the Bible religiously. Agree and
agree!! I've only heard excellent things about this professor and this
class from people all across the spectrum (religious to non-religious,
studious to slacker). I'm learning
so much already, and it's totally exciting to take off all the veils
and read the Bible straight and new (we read the Jewish translation, so
even that gives it a little change). And I get to ask all these
questions and work to solve them, just like in English class...like why does it sound like there
are 2 narrators in one passage? Why is there this weird restatement, or
contradiction? What is the significance of "naming" that it becomes
Adam's huge job?--instead of just accepting it on a surface level and moving on. Pretty awesome.
The Modern Middle East: I
know, I know, I'm heavy on the Middle East this semester. But this
history class, while intense (it will definitely be pushing me beyond
my comfort zone in terms of participating in class and writing "blogs"
for our online discussions), is amazing. It's a fair, in-depth look at
what's been going on in that area for the past century or two and what
is happening there now. Furthermore, I learned this awesome fact:
because it's a tri-continental area, there have been various disputes
about what we call it, as "Middle East" is a decidedly Eurocentric
name. One guy proposed calling it Southwest Asia, but it's rarely used
because it ignores the N. African section of the ME. And also sounds
funny. But that didn't stop him--he even proposed this be shortened to
"Swasia." But, as my book dryly puts it, this term has not exactly
caught on. With anyone.
Great Big Books: We are reading War and Peace and Parade's End,
the latter of which I'd never heard about until this course. While I've
always felt that I should read more Russian writers (hence the
Dostoyevsky over the summer), especially Tolstoy, I'm kind of bitter
about how heavy my edition of this book is...especially since it is
1300 pages long. I guess I like it so far, though. It's very readable.
The other book...is really weird, but I'll read that in the 2nd half of
the semester, so nothing to say yet. In terms of class levels, it's a level below what I was taking last year, so more freshmen and stuff. Also, it seems like it will be easier as a class...at least based on the dumb things some freshmen say.
Beg. Modern Dance: My PE class. I have to take it. No comment, really, yet. I just...it's...wow.
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