Today, I would like to talk about changes. This semester has brought a lot of changes in my life, and I have had mixed feelings about them. The way I figure it, the best way to cope with something is to talk about it, so that is what I’m going to do. Read the rest of this entry
Let me go ahead and apologize for missing last week! I was in charge of Homecoming for my sorority, and unfortunately I find it incredibly hard to write when I am anxious. While I love my role in the sorority this year, I am a little too much of a micro-manager, so I found it difficult to plan and execute what would have been five events for our alumni and still pretend to lead a normal life.
Let’s talk about paper writing! I’m going to go ahead and admit it: I find paper writing similarly as painful and bittersweet as my blogging experience. Let me be clear, I love blogging and I love writing, but it is also very difficult for me. While I relish in the final product of my ideas being out there for the world to see, or a well-constructed thought being communicated efficiently, I simply resent the process and the anxiety that I feel along the way. I tell you all this because I want you to know that it is OK if you feel the same way, and if you don’t, then kudos to you!
On to the next disclaimer: Just as I have no way to know what kind of research you readers may be doing, I also have no idea what kind of writing style you may be using. For these reasons, my points about paper writing will be very general and hopefully useful for all. So here we begin! Read the rest of this entry
As many of you can probably speak to, college students do not typically have a ton of free time. As I have progressed through my college career, I have found myself becoming more and more involved within the community and specifically LMU. Yet, I love it! I am the type of person that relishes in having a packed planner that lays out my day-to-day schedule of classes, work in the Tagge, and sorority events. Knowing what I am supposed to do every day helps me to feel focused and driven.
On the flip side of Ashley, I am a lazy girl. Granted, my definition of lazy may not match everyone’s definition of lazy, but for me taking a few hours to have some downtime is a love/hate kind of thing. On one hand, I completely love laying around and doing whatever I please. On the other hand, my natural personality drives me to constantly be completing some kind of task. That is why, when I am typically having what I call “Lazy Time,” I am usually completing something at the same time. Here is a list of my favorite things!
Yes, I love movies! (Who doesn’t?) Specifically, I love sappy, ridiculous, cry-into-your-pint-of-ice cream-movies. Some of my favorites include: P.S. I Love You, Forrest Gump, The Time Traveler’s Wife, and Hitch. In addition to just plain old romance, I do of course love the romantic comedies, anything involving Will Smith, and I actually really enjoy musicals. Now, you may be thinking, “What is she accomplishing?” Well, finishing a movie is an accomplishment! I just devoted two hours of my life to the lives and woes of these fictional characters, and believe me, I am not a passive movie watcher. I relate to the characters on a deep level and become totally absorbed, so DON’T TALK DURING THE MOVIE!
Reading is another way that I spend my lazy time. Since I was a little girl, my parents struggled with the fact that I could sit for hours completely lost in a book. During the summertime I would find a spot in our field and read all day long, and my parents were always concerned that I wasn’t playing enough! Eventually, I think they realized that reading habits weren’t the worst thing a child could get into, so they encouraged it, even if they thought it was a bit abnormal. Now that I am in college, I don’t have near as much time to read for fun, so when I do get free time I read like a champ. Over Christmas break I finished almost two books from the Game of Thrones series, and now I’m on the last book that has been published. Back to the completing thing, finishing a book is such a success for me. While I am not always happy for the book to be over, I do feel a sense of accomplishment.
You may be thinking, “Who knits in college?” Well, my sophomore year I began knitting because I needed cheap presents to give to my family for Christmas. Being on the college girl budget, I knew it would have to be homemade presents, but I wanted to find something that would actually be useful for them. I taught myself how to knit via Youtube that September, and it took me about month to finish my first scarf, but after that I could pop out a hat in two days and a scarf in about three. Needless to say, everyone got a hat or scarf for Christmas that year! Since then, I have tried out different projects. There is so much you can do! So far all I have done is hats, scarves, and a baby blanket, but I have really enjoyed trying out new patterns and techniques. The best part about learning how to knit was that soon after I began everyone in the sorority house began to pick up either knitting or crocheting! Even more than that, knitting taught me patience. I am not a very patient person, but when I taught myself I probably restarted the same scarf about ten times before I was satisfied. To this day, Jared still wears that scarf, despite the fact that one half is full of holes and lopsided, and the other half is pristine.
Obviously, I don’t have the most exciting hobbies in the world, but these things make up who I am. Most people see me when I am always on the go, but there is a side of me that relishes in a lazy Saturday filled with movies and knitting. These are parts of my college experience that I would never take back.
What do you do in your free time? Are you a mountain climber, Netflix-watcher, or even a knitter like me? Let me know in the comments below!
In my past blogs, I have done everything from map out the next five years of my life, to addressing relationship issues, to comparing myself to popular T.V. idols. Despite all of this, I have yet to share one of the biggest parts of my life with my readers, and the urge to do so has been pulling at my heart for weeks. I do have a disclaimer: I do not intend for this post to in any way be a downer, or to sound like I am whining. I would rather like to take this opportunity to share with everyone an aspect of my life of which I rarely speak, but which has recently come to the forefront of my life once again.
The year that I turned eight years old, my mom came home to my sister and me and explained that she had cancer. Being the eight-year-old that I was, I didn’t completely understand what that meant but I did understand that it wasn’t good. I now know that her cancer began in the stomach lining, and would eventually spread. As my mom began her first round of chemo, and later her second, I grew up (as cliché as it might sound) at a much faster rate than typical children. I have attempted to communicate this in my past blogs, but here it is: I am a people pleaser; I naturally take charge during difficult situations, and I almost always assume the role of mother. Even today, I have had people call me “Mamma Kappa,” despite my attempts to bury my mothering habits. So, when I say that I grew up fast, I do not blame my mom’s illness, but I do believe that those circumstances combined with my natural personality led me to develop as I have. Read the rest of this entry