Say Hello to Arnie

This lovely specimen is what I came home to this afternoon. Ordinarily I would not name a spider, because, well, they are evil, but Arnie here is trapped in a cup and I felt bad for him. He is looking at the death penalty and I'm sure the anxiety of when his punishment will be carried out is just terrible. Poor Arnie. Rest in Peace, whenever you finally die.
                                      -Still Grossed out by Arnie, Felicia.

The Most Adorable Baby Goats!

Aren't they just adorable! They were on campus today. I was so excited! I got to pet a baby goat and see them and pet them. And I love those little goats. I really really want one. And I'm going to have one someday. Because they are adorable. And I love them. The black one is Romeo and the white one is Juliet. No, I don't know if they are boys or girls. But that is okay. They are soooooo cute!!!
                                                                      -Still Awwwing, Felicia.

Mawiage Mawiage Is Vat Bwings Us Togever Today

Or rather the engagement pictures of one very cute couple. Is it sad that I'm a little freaked out that it only took them a month to get engaged? That's not hereditary is it? Because I don't know if I'm going to be ready for engagement in a year and three months. Or ever. Marriage is scary. Am I the only one who thinks this? It's not that I won't totally love the person. Because I'm sure I will. But it's a little intimidating to think that I'm even close to old enough to be married. I can remember walking into Millcreek Junior High my first day of seventh grade and all the butterflies I had. When I think of myself I still think of that socially awkward little twelve year old girl. I don't think of a grown old enough to pop out kids adult. I just want to be twelve again and not have to worry about these things! Sigh. No one understands how this feels and they all make fun of me. But this has stressed me out for a few months and seeing those so totally adorable pictures of one of the cutest couples I know kind of just cemented it into my brain. I am not a little girl. I am an adult who makes adult decisions. And someday one of those decisions will be whom to marry and when and where. And though I am very excited for that day I am a little freaked out about it. And you know that is okay. I've decided that it is alright to be scared and nervous to get married. And I might be scared and nervous up until the day I get married, maybe even after. But as long as I know it's the right decision it won't matter, because love is scary. Eternity is a long time and maybe if I wasn't scared to make that decision I wouldn't be so set on making sure it was the right one. So I can be freaked out, and you can all make fun of me for it, and that's okay.
                                                 -Still screaming inside, Felicia.

Week One: Surviving the Freshmen

   I have discovered that not being a freshmen is delightful for multiple reasons. Would you like to know those reasons? Well, you don't have a choice I'm going to tell you anyways. :)

Reason One: The Look. 

   You all know it, even if you don't realize you do. You're sitting in class or on the bus or at an FHE and a really cute boy comes up and starts talking to you. Hallelujah! You're thinking great this boy has taken interest in me, hopefully he thinks I'm cute. He's kind of trying to get to know you and you are talking not really caring what he's saying. I mean come on he could be from Timbuktu and own an African Alligator and it wouldn't really matter at this point. Suddenly he asks "So, What year are you?", and you reply honestly like the good girl you are "Freshmen". There's the look. See it there? On his face? Ya, he is now thinking "oh, well you were cute, but not that cute". I HATE that look. At least now the word Freshmen will never be used to describe me EVER again. That feels good.

Reason Two: Lost on Campus.

   Last year I woke up three hours before my first class. Since my first class was at nine in the morning this did not please me much. The funny thing is I didn't wake up that early to get ready I woke up that early because I needed to be on campus two hours early to find my class. Yes people, two hours. Call me a nerd but I hate being lost, A LOT. This year I took one look at my schedule and knew where almost every class was. The ones I didn't know about I knew buildings that were by them so I had a map in my head of where to go. You can tell which students were Freshmen on Monday because they were the ones actually carrying a physical map of campus around. Nothing shouts Freshmen more than that map. Boy am I glad to be rid of it. 

Reason Three: The Stupid Things.

   I sit on the bus reading my social work book, yes I did finally get it, and wait for the dozens of students (all clearly Freshmen) to pile on. We all know the buses can get crowded and that you need to move back, lay your backpack on the floor, get to know the person in front of you way more than would please you, etc. Unfortunately Freshmen apparently don't cover this in orientation. Oh, you idiots. It is incredibly obnoxious that I had to wait an extra five minutes just so the bus driver could all yell at you for something that really should have just occurred to you through common sense. Freshmen. Ugh.

   In Conclusion, I would like to clarify. Yes, I sound harsh and I realize I did all of these things. In fact, I was an extremely obnoxious Freshmen I am sure. And I feel for all the little confused, boggle eyed Freshmen on campus. But man am I sure glad it's you and not me. :) Good Luck Freshmen! Just wait, it only gets better from here!

                          -Pleased to be One Year Older, Felicia.