As Winter Approaches

My senioritis is in full swing. I didn't study for any of my midterms and passed them all with flying colors. I skip at least 3 classes every week, and I'm totally unprepared for the 4 humongous papers due by week 10, along with the three finals.

At least Thanksgiving vacation will give me a short, much needed, break. As will this weekend when I travel home to Central PA to brave the wind, the hillbillies, and the warmth that my parents can afford to pay for.

All of the following are things I can't really flesh out into full entries:

1. Why is it that when a professor says "Andrea, please see me after class" that my heart still drops and I feel like I'm in deep, deep trouble, when really, I should just be relieved that I actually showed up to class today so she didn't take notice of my every-other-class absence.

2. SEPTA is on strike. Basically, all of Philadelphia has been abandoned by buses, trolleys, and subway trains. I hear there is a graveyard of trolleys up on 40th and Baltimore, all fenced in so that they do not get destroyed.

This means three things for me. One, I have no buses to play dodge ball with on my bike. There are however, plenty of cars. Two, people who don't normally drive are driving everywhere! Bike lanes, opening doors, and just driving normally have all gone out the window, and getting anywhere on my bike takes about five minutes longer because of the extra vigilance necessary on my part. Third, there are bikers everywhere. I use the term "bikers" loosely, as many of these "bikers" are really just pedestrians that decided to ride a bike until they can again walk/take public transit. These "bikers" are giving us real cyclists a bad name. Mostly because of sidewalk pedaling. It's NOT OKAY to ride on the sidewalk. Unless it's less than a block and there is NO ONE on the sidewalk. Which means you must be getting off your bike before the next block. Please. Also, get out of my way. You are slow, I am fast, I will pass you. But I can't pass you if you are swerving all over the place. Drunkies.

3. Medical students, listen up. My hands/legs keep falling asleep. Usually when I'm in bed, however, right now, my right hand is partially asleep, from the wrist up. What is wrong with me? I would look on WebMD, but they will just tell me I have a brain tumor. Which is not a far stretch, as I've recently been talking out loud to myself. A lot.

4. My International Marketing professor showed us like 4 anti-smoking commercials last class. And then proceeded to go out and have a cigarette. She also yelled at me and Pogo for not wearing helmets, while telling us a story about how her husband caught her not wearing one once. I love people that can be outwardly hypocritical.

5. I must look really ragged today, as when I went into work to lock up my bike (my U-Lock broke so I'm using my roomie's, who also happens to work with me) everyone looked at me with really concerned glances and said "are you okay?!" My roommate was just like "you didn't sleep, did you?" I love how I can always count on the bar manager to be an unconcerned ass. He was just like "want your paycheck?" No Ben, I'll be back after class. Then two hours later, I'll be back again to work. FML.

6. I'm totally gonna start my Christmas list now. And on the top of the list will be: powerful space heaters.

TGIF, TGIHSO, and GICT! (Thank God I have Saturday Off, and the last one, is a secret, until late tonight!)