Wait, are you serious?

So I turn on my computer this morning. Check all of my emails (the yahoo account, both gmails, as well as my HPU address) and then log on to Facebook. I see a friend request. "Oooh," I think, "Somebody wants to be my friend!" I click. The photo is of a happy looking blond girl and her boyfriend. I look at the name. Karrah Watkins.

WHAAAAAAA?!

Let me take you back ten years or so. I'm eight years old and I'm camping with my family in Canada - it's our usual summer camping trip, but it's the first time I've been to Canada. Nothing special there (just kidding to all you Canadians). Point is, there was another little girl in the campsite across the path from us. Her name was Karrah Watkins. During our week of camping, Karrah and I became pretty good friends. We played a lot and got our families to hang out together. When it came time for Karrah to leave, we were both crushed. She gave me a friendship bracelet and we traded addresses, promising to write to each other. And we did. For quite a long time. Probably a couple years at least. Then one of us would forget and a letter wouldn't come for six months. Then the other would forget and a letter wouldn't come for a year. I think the last letter I sent was in 9th grade.

But today I pull up Facebook and who do I see? My long lost pen-pal Miss Karrah Watkins.
Weird weird weird world.

Really? I mean, really?

So I had my biology practical tonight. By flashlight. At least, that's how it began. I found myself at dinner, eating with the usual crew plus Kris. Suddenly, the lights flicker and go out. Not a big deal. We continue our dinner with the added ambiance of open curtains and natural lighting. Sweet.

I stop briefly in my room before heading to my exam. Upon approaching the Academic Center, I see that there is no power there either. On an unrelated note, I'm wearing my excellent Salvation Army sweater. I make my way up the dark and eerie staircase, almost crashing at one point because the stairs are unusually tall. I get to the classroom to find everybody chilling outside per usual. Dr. Kahng appears. The exam is not canceled. Moreover, it will be taken by flashlight. Great. This seems absurd to me, but I can dig it.

Anyway, the lights come back on a few minutes into the exam. No lies, I was pretty bummed. There aren't many ways to improve biology finals. But doing it by flashlight would have been a sure bet. Oh well, four finals down and two to go. Bleah.

A Collection of College-Related Haikus

Skittles.
I taste the rainbow
citrus is my favorite mix
not a fan of grape

Finals.
finals are a joke
information retention
yeah right, don't they wish

Printers.
ink is running low
and yet it keeps on printing
I don't like its lies

Energy Drinks.
nectar of students
slowly destroying kidneys
and yet we drink them

Freshman 15.
we eat what we want
but just around the corner
imminent weight gain

Weekends.
most people party
but we are major losers
so we just hang out

Easy Mac.
perfect little lunch
the staple of college life
wondrous cheesiness

Take a deep breath and....ahhhhhhhh

(sing this to yourself - the tune of Pure Imagination)

Come with me and you'll be
in a woooorld of biological alleviation.
Take a look and you'll see
into my absolute elation.

Here we'll start in my heart
and the fact that I'm no good at science.
To bio: I hate you
oh defiaaaaance!

If you want to see stressing out
simply look around my dorm room
There is always chaos, gloom
I want to kill my roommate...soon.

Nothing sucks quite as much
as my stuuuuupid bio class.
So I quit before it
kicked my sorry little ass.

If you want to see stressing out
simply look around my dorm room
There is always chaos, gloom
I want to kill my roommate...soon.

Nothing sucks quite as much
as my stuuuuupid bio class.
So I quit before it
kicked my sorry little ass.

Explanation: I changed my major away from Marine Bio/Oceanography. I am now officially a communications major with a double minor in Spanish and English. And I am THRILLED. Sad that I'll be leaving the ocean behind me, but happy that I'll be doing something I'm actually good at.