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You are now standing in the presence of royalty.
Last weekend, we had grad student prom for our program and I won freshman queen! I’m posting this here for a few reasons:
- For posterity; one day I want my kids to read this blog and be impressed by how cool their mom is and how they must bow down and listen to all I say because I’m way cooler than them. [I’ve already planned to have this conversation with them as soon as my oldest turns 2. No use in letting her go through life thinking I’m uncool.]
- To remind myself how much fun I had a few days ago even though now I am wallowing in mountains of work and drowning in my own tears.
- To further demonstrate my vanity.
- To make it impossible to win next year since no one would want to vote for that jerk that blogged about her win of a joke award.
- To stick it to Jamie, the girl I was runner-up to in high school in more than one beauty/ popularity contest. Look at me now, Jamie!
- To have photographic evidence that the next time I say: I never win anything! I’m lying.
Did I mention, I never win anything?
I just got back from a rollerskating party [so fun!] and while there I learned a few things about life and myself [the first being that I’m definitely going back there for my birthday]:
- Though I would usually consider myself risk-averse, I took a lot of risks tonight. I was determined to master the basic skating skills I used to know. This caused me to fall down 9 1/2 times. The 1/2 time was when I ran into a wall but didn’t fall down.
- I like setting goals for myself and achieving them. Tonight’s goals:
don’t fall down, do a forward cross-over turn, be able to skate while squatting and skate backwards
- I LOVE encouraging and teaching people. My friend, Nicole, had never skated before but with a little encouragement, she was flying around that rink. She never fell. Her teacher did, but you can’t get a refund for a free lesson!
- I love being black but the fact that there will be no physical evidence of the bruises I KNOW are developing, is sad. No battle scars to show off. And I’m pretty sure I bruised my tailbone. [OMG I am so sore!!! :( ]
*I know my clothes look crazy but I promise other people were also dressed wacky too. I just happen to be standing with the normally dressed people.
I’ve been incredibly busy in the last couple of months and for those who care, this is what I’ve been up to:
- took a break from my job to get ready for grad school (I’ll start working part-time for them while I’m in school this fall). My dear friend Ashley baked me this delicious good-bye cake.
- went up to New York City to celebrate the birthday of my college roommate. It was also a mini-reunion of some of my friends from college. We all lived in the same dorm freshman year, so it was awesome relive 6 years of memories.
- had a very interesting adventure picking up a table I bought off of Craigslist which I will tell you about in another post
- went to a joint good-bye party for myself and my friend (who is also now in grad school) which started out at a very hot (and un-air conditioned) happy hour near Dupont and ended upstairs at Town Tavern in Adams Morgan during a black-out singing “Wonderwall” with 30 strangers because the 90’s cover band we came to see wasn’t yet performing.
- Went to my friend’s wedding where I CAUGHT THE BOUQUET!!! Therefore you’re all invited to my wedding to my imaginary boyfriend next month.
- Moved to North Carolina
- Painted my room sunshiney creamy yellow (which was unfortunately not that official name of the paint color). I also got a streak of paint in my hair which wouldn’t come out for a good week so I walked around looking like Stacey London from “What Not to Wear”
- went back to MD for a day in order to join my family before we left for vacation
- went on vacation in Mexico with my family for a week (where everyone thought my brother was my husband, something that caused me to cry everyday. Ok just kidding on the crying, but really it was disturbing. Obviously I will expand on this in another blog post)
- came back and left for New York City (again) the next day so I could go see Maroon 5 at Jones Beach Amphitheater with my friend Ruthie.
- went back to NC for a pre-oreintation camping trip. (sorry no photo-evidence of me sleeping in a tent outside in the rain. Too bad)
- went through of week of orientation, where I said: Hi my name is ___ and I’m from DC about 500 bazillion times (it’s true, I counted). Highlight: watching the confused look on all of the Deans faces when they processed down the aisle during Convocation to find that me and my colleagues (“classmates” is such and undergrad thing to say) accidentally took their seats in the front row. Lowlight: having my hand cramp up the first time I started to take notes because my hand didn’t have to hold a pencil for more than 10 minutes at a time in the “real world”. Not to worry, I’ve done the appropriate exercises and I’m now a note-taking, pencil-holding fiend.
I’m about to start my second week of classes and so far so good. More on that later.