I have returned from Spring Break! Alas, my heart has begun to shrivel from the sun deprivation, along with my skin. But, you know I actually can’t even say that. It has been a beautiful week so far here, in sunny Swarthmore (see I can actually say that!). Of course, as I have previously highlighted procrastination is best buddies with me, but I just finished all my major work of the week. Engineering problem set, followed by paper, followed by midterm, followed by paper and I have hit the top of Mt. Everest. 

The work load here in college, has increased especially here at Swarthmore. But doing the work is not the difficulty, its that the work itself that has gotten harder. Being at Swat means your no longer the smartest kid in the class (I was never that kid, btw). It means that your professor expects more out of you, in your writing, in your discussions and preparation for class. But you learn. Pass-fail (R.I.P) was something that immensely helped me to acclimate to the college life, especially here at Swat. 

Pass/Fail: mandatory your first semester at Swarthmore, you will receive either a pass or fail for you first semester classes (though you will additionally get shadow grades which are only meant to give you as a student a more definitive assessment of your performance in the class.

Anywho tommorow is Pub Nite and I will be free to parrrtayy!! If your lucky I’ll give you a rundown of that soon!

Pub Nite: a thursday night ritual, beginning the Swarthmore weekend; a relaxed and engaging atmosphere in a student-run cafe space from 9- 12 pm with of course low quality beer; disclaimer: dancing may occur, along with cathartic displays of emotional relief at the beginning of the weekend

Well, lets be serious I wish I could be entirely witty and interesting to listen to, as those other famous bloggers, however unfortunately I’m just a normal girl. But, if your interested I will regale with tales of my life as that college girl. But for starters, I don’t attend a school most people know about. I mean when I told people were I was going I was either greeted with congratulatory praise or that demeaning glance, which says “It must be a community college … awkward… ” But no I attend Swarthmore. To this day, I am not really sure how I got in but I thank my lucky stars I did!! Anywho that’s a little background about where I am, you’ll get the rest later …

To the future: Spring Break is a mere week away. Five short days until freedom is mine. Here at Swarthmore, the break is more than just the excuse for a week filled with laziness and debauchery, but also a break from the work that makes us Swatties. No doubt one could also say there are assignments that are due after break, immediately but you always have the choice of the wonderful all-nighter, which I personally would choose over polluting my pure break with the evils of work. Nonetheless, there is no way I will be doing any type of work on the sunny, beautiful beaches of Destin, Florida. Are you jealous yet, cause you should be! I mean, granted I’m not really telling the whole story. There is that small, tiny part of the fact it is a training trip for Swat’s track and field team, meaning when I’m not sunning and tanning I will be dying in various painful, athletic and sweaty ways. Another downside is the fact I won’t see my family unless I plan a visit to them, part of me is sad… another relieved, shh!! So my options are this week, to either swim with the workload or drown waking up in Florida as one of the undead. It’s a hard choice, especially with all the perks there are to being undead, but you know for now I’ll choose to stay alive.