Dance Lifts and Graduate Schools

So what do all these have in common? Erm... that's my life right now.

Grad school first. I have completely applied to, so far:

1. Duke
2. University of North Carolina
3. Michigan State University
4. Ohio State University
5. University of Michigan

I am *almost* done with:

1. University of Maryland

Which means up next is:

1. University of Virgina (Dec 10)
2. University of Tennessee (Dec 31)
3. Indiana University (Jan 2)
4. Miami University (Jan 10)
5. University of Maine (Jan 15)
6. University of Nebraska (Jan 15)

And then here are the deadline outliers:

1. University of Cincinnati (May 1)
2. University of Louisville (July 20.... but April 1 for fellowship applications? What?)

So once I keep completing essays, I'll be good to go. That's what's catching me up. They all want different essays, different number of essays, etc. So they all have to be informationally different. If informationally is even a word. Act like it is, for the sake of conversation.

I also worked on these damn things all during break. What a fun break.

Dance class!

We tried doing lifts LAST Monday, but there were more girls than guys interested. And I didn't get to try any lifts.

Well, today I did. And I hurt! The boys tried. They really did. But I kicked someone in the head because he didn't duck my feet (apparently I can hyperextend my back... and it's not my fault apparently, but I feel bad. I didn't want to hit him in the head. He's a nice boy. Other people I might not have minded as much.) I stepped on feet because they didn't put me down well. I fell several times, including right on my hipbone. I pulled several muscles in my upper back trying to keep from hurting them and to stay in position. We'll all be sore tomorrow.

It also doesn't help that, unlike my skating dance partners, I don't have much trust in these guys. They're not my boyfriends. They're not even good friends. Or instructors. So I don't trust them blindly NOT to drop me, so that makes me tenser than I should be, which means I screw up more. And these guys have never lifted a girl until last week, or for some, like my second partner, today.

But needless to say, even when I took a few hard falls on the gym floor, they DID help break the fall and in some cases came down with me. Their backs will hurt. My back, shoulders, arms, and hip all hurt. We all hurt.

HOWEVER. It was fun. Not as fun as when my dance partner used to twirl me above his head. (I miss Sean. He was amazing. Just amazing. And a good dancer.) And there wasn't much trust or confidence. But it was fun. Very very very fun.

We laughed a lot.

There was a LOT of apologizing. A lot of that going around.

More apologizing.

Some actual completions of flips, spins, and twirls. That didn't hurt. And that they weren't digging their fingers into my hip instead of using their arms. And I didn't fall. And I didn't twist anything. And I landed on balance.

And then. Then... it was really really cool. Amazingly so. Flips are fun... when everything works and no one is falling.

We Need A Little Christmas

from MAME

Haul out the holly;
Put up the tree
Before my spirit falls again.
Fill up the stocking,
I may be rushing things,
But deck the halls again now.

For we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute,
Candles in the window,
Carols at the spinet.
Yes, we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute.

It hasn't snowed a single flurry,
But Santa, dear, we're in a hurry;
So climb down the chimney;
Put up the brightest string of lights
I've ever seen.

Slice up the fruitcake;
It's time we hung some tinsel
On that evergreen bough.
For I've grown a little leaner,
Grown a little colder,
Grown a little sadder,
Grown a little older

And I need a little angel
Sitting on my shoulder,
Need a little Christmas now.

Haul out the holly;
Well, once I taught you all
To live each living day.

Fill up the stocking

But Auntie Mame,
It's one day past Thanksgiving Day now.

But we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute,
Candles in the window,
Carols at the spinet.
Yes, we need a little Christmas
Right this very minute.

It hasn't snowed a single flurry,
But Santa, dear, we're in a hurry

So climb down the chimney;
Put up the brightest string of lights
I've ever seen.

Slice up the fruitcake;
It's time we hung some tinsel
On that evergreen bough.
For we need a little music,
Need a little laughter,
Need a little singing
Ringing through the rafter,

And we need a little snappy
"Happy ever after,"
Need a little Christmas now.
Need a little Christmas now.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Over the teeth and past the gums,
Watch out stomach, here it comes!

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!

PS. What is it about holidays that make parents snippy?

For Good Entertainment

If you enjoy good entertainment, please visit Steph's blog. It shows you the extent of our late night intelligence. And is just a hilarious read if you realize it's me and her talking.

Rawrg.

Yes. Rawrg.

So, it may be a trick, but now that I'm at home, guess what. My wired internet is back. Now, it's said that at Miami too. But then it disappears. This... has been stable for several hours. Rawrg. I want stable internet at Miami, too!

I have a crapload to do. Primarily, application crap. I hate applications. I hated them in high school, and I hate them even more now, esp. when my grades are worse than they were in HS. And so are my scores. I get stupider the more schooling I have, I swear. But I'm pretty freaked out by this whole ordeal. And don't anyone tell me 'of course you'll get in somewhere'. I'm tired of hearing it. I want to gripe and complain. And no, 'of course' is not an 'of course'. Grad school is not equal to under grad school. No, my grades and scores are not bad. But neither are they good. IN COMPARISON to what grad schools desire, are looking for, and can get. I am really just hoping SOMEONE of value will both take me and pay for me to work for them.

I wish someone had told me in high school to go to a easy school, like UC, for undergrad. Then I would have gotten A's, had time to do nothing while half my class sat in jail, and I'd be like a golden child for these schools. But no, I go to Miami. Where stuff is stupidly hard. For no good reason. Like multiple guess and random identifications on history exams. WHY would you do that for a history class? You WRITE in history. You don't do particulars. You do connections and themes and analyzing crap. You don't write about random dude on page 468 of book XLDSR for a page on an in class exam. Seriously. That ain't history, y'all. That just plain stupid, hear me?

Yeah. So. Sleep now. Home for 'break'. Let's see if I get one.

Internet problems

So, my internet is on the fritz. As, apparently, am I. Maybe I can check myself into Dell and they can do a full update on my brain. I think it needs to be jumpstarted. Maybe I should take it to the auto dealer instead. Get some cables, hook it up, and go.

I'm most definately ready for this semester to be over. I've .... no, I won't go into it right now. It's 1 am. Maybe I'll go into it all at a later date.

Suffice it to say things aren't great.

101 posts!

Lol.

Anyways, brief update. Swamped as usual. Grad applications due very soon. Very stressed about that. Esp since the Duke deadline I thought was Dec 15... it's Nov 15. I feel really bad I did that to my professors.

I have 14 different personal statements to write - each university wants a different statement with a different purpose.

I have a rough draft for my senior capstone paper due (theoretically) Wednesday, as well as a presentation on the information.

I have a paper due for Classics on Thursday, and this guy hates the way I write anyways.

And more applications are due.

Thank you.