true confessions of a college student

If I was a productive student, I'd be doing the Botany reading that is sitting at my elbow.


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But I'm not. It's Tuesday and my brain is fried. I was sick this weekend so I neglected to write an analysis of a sonnet for Oral Interpretation (THEA 105) until 9 PM last night. The other problem is that my roommate and I get sidetracked by doing things like trying to find the mouse that has been eating our food or dancing around the room to Beirut songs. So when we finally turned out the light at 2 AM I had no idea I had set my alarm clock wrong.

Let's just say I wasn't too late for class.



Not much is happening in the office tonight since all the phone calls have been made and all the envelopes have been stuffed. It's a chill Tuesday night on campus too so when I'm done with my shift it will be back to my room to read some Aristotle for my Rhetoric class before bed.



One of my favorite things about the town of Beloit is the public library. Not only do they have nearly all of P.G. Wodhouse's works but they also have a GIANT movie collection.

I returned 3 Twilight Zone DVDs and picked up a couple of things I had never seen before and one of my favorites:



I love musicals. Love 'em all.



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Trapped in Beloit

I've decided to carry my camera around more this semester because my first year here at Bel-wah wasn't documented all that well.

On Friday my Botany class took a walking field trip to the Turtle Creek Floodplain which is about a mile off campus.

Had we walked another mile we would've made it to the movie theater, Starbucks, Jimmy John's, Culver's, Wal*Mart, Menards and the Hormell plant. They're all close to campus but just a bit far to walk (especially since the sidewalk ends at one point). Luckily, every few weeks, a van does errands to the stores down there for free.

Along the way I took some photos of other plants which made my fried Rhiannon and I a little behind the rest. We caught up in time to hear Yaffa, the professor, explain the lab we were doing.

Look! A rubber plant from someone's yard!

We wandered in the old fields and down to the riverbank while being eaten alive by mosquitoes. The real point was to see how the land has changed since it was abandoned and turned into a park. We could see where fields used to be and the succession of the plants.

The white flowers to the left are Late-Flowering Thoroughworts which we focused on for our lab. It looks like each bundle is a flower but really over a dozen packed together smaller than my thumb nail.

That night, after watching half of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone for the 204750294385th time, Allison and I bundled up and sat outside in 35 degree weather in the new amiptheater to watch Chapters 1-22 of R. Kelly's Hip-Hopera "Trapped in the Closet".

We cheered, boo'd and had appropriate reactions to it all. By about chapter 17, Allison and I had drunk all of our Earl Grey tea and were frozen so we went back to my room to thaw.

That’s us trying to be gangsta. We were supposed to be representin’ the MW (mid-west) but our hands got cut off. Oh well.

I’ve got a paper to write, bed to make, and dinner to find (Sunday nights we’re on our own!)!!