Bring It On December 31, 2008

Haven’t blogged in quite a while- since the summer, actually.  Been busy getting used to the college life.  But now I’m on break at home and enjoying every moment.

College has been fun and challenging.  In general, what I expected.  It’s good to be home with all my loved ones.  Being a six to eight hour drive away from home really makes you appreciate your roots.

I’ve decided to make a new Myspace for networking purposes.  I’m taking my acting aspirations seriously, and this is a good way to get myself out there bit by bit and hopefully meet some cool people.  Sure, I’m a college freshman, but it’s never too early.  In no way do I expect to get “discovered” or anything of the sort, but I’m just letting people know: I’m here; I’m passionate; I’m ready, world!  Anyhow, check it out.

As everyone knows, tomorrow is the last day of 2008.  It is bittersweet.  2008 was my year, I feel.  I graduated high school and moved to college.  It was a great year.  One of the best years of my 18 year old life, if the not thee best.  I made new friends, accomplished so many things that I am forever proud of, and made some mistakes too, one of which I’m working on patching up.  If I learned anything, it’s that life’s a balancing act.  Too much of a good thing can turn bad.  Cliché, yes, but true.  When you make new friends, you can’t just abandon the old.

I haven’t given the new year much thought until today, but I am hopeful and excited.  I guess my resolution for ‘09 is to maintain a balanced life- in terms of academics, work, friends, and family.  I want to save up my money and not spend too much, because I definitely tend to do a lot of that.

I hope to go further with my acting, getting myself known on campus and maybe even beyond, hopefully interning and networking in the city.  And, lastly, I want to try to be friendlier and more social on campus and in general, because I am often told that I’m an intimidating person, and sometimes I keep to myself a lot, unless I’m with my close friends.

So here’s to the New Year.  May it be filled with lots o’ love & laughs.  =)

Doctor Appointment From Hell July 12, 2008

Today I have had the worst check-up experience of my life.

I’ve been going to the same doctor for the last ten years, but now that I’m eighteen, I’m smart enough to know when I deserve better.  Much better.

Now that I’ll be off to Bryn Mawr College in Pennsylvania this coming August, I needed to get a check-up at the doctor’s, and get all my shots and whatnot.  The service at this office sucks.  They truly do not know how to connect with their patients.  Because this is a long story, I’ll attempt to shorten it with a list of what went wrong for me during this experience.

1. Scary butch nurse, who does not communicate well.
2. Scary butch nurse walks in and out of room asking if I possess a “blue book” listing all of my past immunizations, or if I’ve ever gotten a skin test- both of which I knew nothing about, and both of which they should have had in their records.  That’s your job, Doc, not mine. (This is when I started to get nervous.  You expect me to let you inject stuff into me, when you don’t even know what the fuck you have or have not given me before? What?)
3. Doctor comes in and lists all of the things that need to be done to me.  Holy shit.
4. Doctor tells me that I’ll need to come back on Monday and take the urine test then, because I’m currently menstruating.  Doctor walks out.  Scary butch nurse walks in and orders me to pee in cup.
5. I sign papers without being explained what exactly is going on.  I get four shots, a TB skin test, and my blood drawn.  Nurse tells me my arms will be sore this weekend.  Thanks.
6. I am told to make an appointment for Monday.  Reception ladies are not at reception desk, and when I find them, they tell me just to call anytime, though they’ll be closed on Saturday and Sunday.
7. Cherry to top it off:  I find out, after leaving the building, that the Doctor did not mention that the Gardasil shot I consented to take costs a whopping fucking $500+ (and I don’t know if my insurance covers it) and that it’s a 3-shot process that occurs over several months (hello, I will be in Pennsylvania.)

Lesson: Get a doctor with nurses that you can trust, because who knows how they may be fucking around with you and your body.

However, it was quite amusing when, after talking to me on the phone and hearing how upset I was about my experience at the doctor (without hearing all the details) my boyfriend ran from his house to mine, still in his PJs, worried that something catastrophic had occurred.

ready, steady, go January 13, 2008

So I’ve been perusing the other blogs here on WordPress, and I’ve found some interesting and intelligent posts/blogs. I really wanted to start mine with a bang and a pow, but, honestly, I’ve spent my whole day mindlessly at home, so whatever follows next is just going to have to do.

Midterms are coming up on Monday, and of course I continue to push studying away, as I’ve been pushing all of my other responsibilities away. I wish I could blame my laziness on “senioritis,” that inexplainable disease that, as the Facebook group puts it, we’re just too lazy to find a cure for (har har), but really I just don’t care much about my classes lately. I’ve got my early decision scholarship to Bryn Mawr College, and the only thing that’s keeping me from failing all my classes, at this point, is the need to keep my grades consistent in order to keep that scholarship. Now that I’m in, I just can’t wait to go.

Everyone talks about how you’re not supposed to want to leave once you’re a senior, and some of my peers speak as if you’re heartless for not wanting to cling to your friends for dear life. Yea, high school was a learning and growing experience and I’ll miss a lot of the people, but I am ready to experience something new. I can’t wait to take more classes that I am actually passionate about, and to experience life in Philly (I currently live near Boston). I can’t wait to get a dorm, and meet intelligent women, and be taken seriously. I’m tired of being stuck in this high school, where my principal uses the fact that I’m president of one of our school clubs as concrete proof that women are equal to men (hello, who the fuck is, and has been, president of this country?)

Honestly, I do cherish the city I live in and all of the memories I’ve made, and I’m excited for what time I have left here to make some more memories, but I’m ready for a change.