the end of the semester
My last semester in architecture school I was worried that I wouldn't graduate because of a couple of classes with low grades. This time around I seem to have all my paperwork in place; this means I've been celebrating for a while now. While I can't really remember last week I do remember downtown Friday night (and a cold ride home), a drinking game Saturday night, waking up early Sunday morning to be in a dance performance, and then throwing up out a car window Sunday evening.
Let me explain before you assume I'm reliving my lost undergrad days; there are some differences. For one it's not all about drinking (see casual reference to the dance performance). Well, I've tried to think of some differences, but there's not many; I'd like to think I'm more responsible now but throwing up out a car window doesn't really paint that picture. I'll skim over Friday and Saturday saying I probably drank too much, and that I got hit on by one of the reviewers who came in for my adviser's studio review (I was sober when it happened and there were outside witnesses so it's confirmed). The dance performance on Sunday was even more awesome though. My adviser was working with a grad student from the dance department this semester and they needed some volunteers for their final performance, so David asked some of his students. Essentially it was a walk through the woods, but there were stations that we were walking to and at each station there were tasks for us to do. For example, the first task I had to do was stand on tree stumps that were in a grid; the rest of the tasks were tree-oriented. I was also the leader of the performance by keeping time and moving on to the next task before any of the other performers. My roommate took some really great pictures, but I haven't gotten them from her yet.
Then Sunday afternoon the Weisses, David, and I went out for drinks to celebrate me and Andrew's successful thesis deposits (here's where the story diverges from the undergrad connections, 1. going out with one's adviser (maybe) and 2. going to a bar with a baby). In my defense I hadn't eaten since eight in the morning, but by the time we were almost at Andrew and Christa's I think I had gotten car sick, which meant I went ahead threw up out the window and then in their yard (not a highpoint for me). Then we had really great Indian food.
And I guess this is proof that my life is small right now.
Let me explain before you assume I'm reliving my lost undergrad days; there are some differences. For one it's not all about drinking (see casual reference to the dance performance). Well, I've tried to think of some differences, but there's not many; I'd like to think I'm more responsible now but throwing up out a car window doesn't really paint that picture. I'll skim over Friday and Saturday saying I probably drank too much, and that I got hit on by one of the reviewers who came in for my adviser's studio review (I was sober when it happened and there were outside witnesses so it's confirmed). The dance performance on Sunday was even more awesome though. My adviser was working with a grad student from the dance department this semester and they needed some volunteers for their final performance, so David asked some of his students. Essentially it was a walk through the woods, but there were stations that we were walking to and at each station there were tasks for us to do. For example, the first task I had to do was stand on tree stumps that were in a grid; the rest of the tasks were tree-oriented. I was also the leader of the performance by keeping time and moving on to the next task before any of the other performers. My roommate took some really great pictures, but I haven't gotten them from her yet.
Then Sunday afternoon the Weisses, David, and I went out for drinks to celebrate me and Andrew's successful thesis deposits (here's where the story diverges from the undergrad connections, 1. going out with one's adviser (maybe) and 2. going to a bar with a baby). In my defense I hadn't eaten since eight in the morning, but by the time we were almost at Andrew and Christa's I think I had gotten car sick, which meant I went ahead threw up out the window and then in their yard (not a highpoint for me). Then we had really great Indian food.
And I guess this is proof that my life is small right now.
posted by Ellen at 9:35 PM
3 Comments:
That's my classy sister. Throwing up in someone's front yard.
i want to see the dance pictures, because i'm having a hard time envisioning "tree-related activities".
I'm trying to keep it real and not take on airs with this advanced degree.
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