April 29, 2004

Amanda Setonian Freak-Out

Brian McCollum: Okay...here's your key to the office.
Amanda: What? I get a key?

Oh my gosh, I have a key to the Setonian office. Another responsibility. What the heck am I doing? This is nuts. Then, again there are people that have kids at my age. I just heard about a couple from high school....

Brian: Did you understand?
Amanda: (Coming out of the reverie) Mmmhmm.
Brian: Okay, you can get the next issue up by Monday.
Amanda: WHAT? WHAT? THIS IS CRAP! ISN'T THIS YOUR JOB UNTIL THE END OF THE YEAR?
Brian: Nope. I couldn't even get in if I wanted to. I don't have a key.
Amanda: I can't do this...
Karissa: Yes,you can.
Amanda: No.
Karissa: Yes.
Amanda: NO.
Karissa: Yes.
Dr. Jerz: (Insert something about wearing a crown--My brain exploding, uncomprehending)
Amanda: (Thinking hard. This issue on top of my finals and the Honors website. NO Way!)
Karissa: You can do it.
Amanda: WHEN?

After some tears, glares, and awestruck expressions, I have accepted the mission. I am the online editor for The Setonian. Please don't scream at me if I screw up the pages. There is so much at stake. AHHHHHH!

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 6:21 PM | Comments (13)

April 27, 2004

Worst Corporate Website

For my communications course, I am presenting a corporate communications plan for my employer, JK's County Market.

To get the goods on the overall company I went to the corporate site. Have you ever seen a site as hideous as this?! And it represents the entire company! Though individual stores have better pages, this is a definite no-no in attracting a younger audience to your store.

Number 1 on my list of bad websites: County Market.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 10:02 PM | Comments (4)

April 26, 2004

And all was quiet...

I think everyone is working on their research papers.

SHHHHHHHH!

Yep.

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April 25, 2004

Good kitty gone mad

Samson, my cat, a black-and-white monster, is in my closet right now playing with my hair ties. I think he just flicked himself in the nose with one.

Why all the pandemonium? I think it is from too much sink drinking.

He likes hiding under furniture--wooden furniture--where he can scratch without being noticed. He's a quiet scratcher. Muffled woodpecker with just a tinge of beaver.

He usually goes to sleep 18 hours a day, but strangely he has been nuts the past few days. Is it true what they say about pets looking like their owners? And if so, what about acting like them? Hmmm.

He is now skulking around my room looking for invisible mice. He just sneezed on the dust that hovers around my computer. Now he's under my nightstand, hacking away at my blue carpet.

I love cats. Always have. They have a don't-not-mess-with-me-I-am-infinitely-better-than-you--"lowly commoner" attitude. Admirable in an animal--much better than dogs, like my two dimw;tted cocker spaniels that will drown you in lickage. I like that I have to earn an animal's respect.

I think Samson wants me to go to bed now...I must obey my master.

Whoops. I mean--I'm tired I think I should get off-line so that I can get a good rest for church and paper writing tomorrow.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 12:46 AM | Comments (7)

April 24, 2004

Framing Five

5. Finished Setonian edits--considerably less than last time. Go writers!!! Though we generally have a problem with punctuation, the content of the articles is solid.

4. I have developed a thesis for my Lit paper. It is on The Awakening and "The Yellow Wallpaper." What do you think?

Though both pieces depict feminist issues relative to the era, "The Yellow Wallpaper" is a better representation of the historical reality at the turn of the century; the protagonistís character development (her submissiveness to her husband), internal struggles (facing the battle of duty to her children and family), and descriptions (real, tinged with cynicism) in Gilmanís piece indicates an environment closer to actuality, an element Chopin's novel lacks.

3. Preparing my stomach for my cousin Amy's wedding shower (the one who leaves comments on the blogs). I am sooo ready for the treats they have planned for us. However, I am kind of scared. My church's hall is known for mice. They are leaving the food up there over night. If only they had bushy tails. Speaking of which, I almost ran over a squirrel today. He was a quick one though. I took it as a good omen for the next week.

2. Attended a leadership conference with Tom Seager. OAs, new RA's and old ones, as well as people that just wanted to become a better leader attended. I loved it. Totalling interactive, and not cheesy at all, which they usually are. (*cough* Connections *cough*). We had a great time playing with play doh, doing icebreakers, and other group activities. My mom did yell at me though for not calling. I didn't bring my cell to school. I sort of got the heat off me when my sis came home late. Pretty pathetic, huh? My younger sister has a better life than me. I am writing this on a Friday night. No. Sat. morning. Gotta get some sleep.

1. Seeing the end and realizing that I am going to make it. I am going to be fine. Really. If I didn't think so, I wouldn't be writing this blog. I am not afraid or overstressed anymore. I am beginning to think again. And find myself. I saw a squirrel today. I haven't been looking for them in weeks. I saw one, really saw it. I let my hair down on my way home from SHU. I hurt my vocal chords mimicking Five for Fighting. Summer is calling me--

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 1:09 AM | Comments (7)

April 23, 2004

Observation

Wit as displayed throughout the blogosphere has been spelled in several ways:

Wit--here on Girl Meets World
W;t on Sugarpacket
and the culmination of these W;it on The Road Leads On.

Are we all spelling disfunctional or is this a screw-up with the title as displayed on the cover of our books? I think the latter. Our "outside audiences" may not know what we are blogging about, however.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 5:30 PM | Comments (2)

If one slacketh, one payeth

I have been slacking on my Lit paper. Though I do know that I would like to write, Kate Chopin's The Awakening, a story about a woman who finds a personal and sexual awakening from separating herself from her family duty, and "The Yellow Wallpaper" by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, about a woman who is driven mad by a restive cure prescribed by her husband (a doctor) are my definite picks.

I am not really sure what I would like to analyze. Their backgrounds? Chopin was a mother of six who wrote to assuage the pain of her husband's death eventually dying after a visit to the St. Louis World's Fair, whereas Gilman divorced, remarried and killed herself after learning of her cancerous state. Though both were largely unpopular both in sales and reputations as writers for their unorthodox styles, they lead very different lives.

I could talk about their characters. Which protagonist is more realistic? Which one is a more accurate representation of a repressed woman? I don't know.

Then there is the whole feminist side of it. Compare and contrast the feminist qualities that are depicted in each work. I sound like I could be a prompt maker for an English textbook.

My biggest problem is limiting my thesis to something doable. Either it is too big, too little, or "water is wet," which cannot be antagonized.

If anyone would like to offer their opinions to my weekend endeavor. Feel free. Have mercy on a slacker.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 3:52 PM | Comments (3)

April 22, 2004

Controlled laughter: On guard for wittiness

Over break, I picked up Emma Thompson's mug on the cover of a movie named Wit. After reading the back of the box, I didn't think I could take such a depressing subject: cancer, for anything, as cutely named as it is.

Then I remembered, we are reading that in class. You know, the really tiny book with the Pulitzer Prize label on the front. I put back the movie, knowing that, for me, watching the movie first is a bad idea--you always have the director's characters and sets in your mind, inhibited mentally.

I finished the play tonight. Very short and easy. However, I couldn't tell in many places where the wit was being employed. When I did laugh, I was careful; I mean Vivian, the protagonist, has metastatic ovarian cancer--dying and I am laughing amid her pain. I felt like slime when I broke a grin.

Though tragedies often have comedic relief, this function is usually delegated to one or two characters, such as the nurse in Romeo and Juliet or Touchstone in As You Like It. However, in Wit, she is the comedic relief; the laughter stems from her knowledge, her critical views of those working around her. I think I need to see the movie to get a better idea of the mannerisms. I tried to imagine the story, but as a reader who has not endured such a situation, I find myself lacking in this area.

When someone is in depression or has lost a loved one, I don't say, "I understand what you are going through." I think I feel the same way about this play. I don't have the experience. I have acted before, but I haven't played a dying role. If I were to take on a part such as this, I would perform many interviews to get a better indication of what their situation is like, trying to step in their shoes, watching and mimicking their actions. That is why I can't wait to see the film; the visual interpretation will help me discern the laughable parts.

Via Dictionary.com

wit
n 1: a message whose ingenuity or verbal skill or incongruity has the power to evoke laughter [syn: humor, humour, witticism, wittiness]

or
wit
n.
The natural ability to perceive and understand; intelligence.
Keenness and quickness of perception or discernment; ingenuity. Often used in the plural: living by one's wits.

Wit, as an emotional/personality entity, is described in both ways. When the technician asks her name, for instance, and she says, "Lucy, Countess of Bedford," (Edson 17) the reader can laugh at her use of another, outlandish name, and that she knows they are not listening to her as a person, but rather as an elaborate science project.

I liked the ending because it gave her the power over death, which parallels Donne's "Death Be Not Proud" theme of death's transience. Vivian chose the DNR order, she was given morphine (poppie (Donne l. 11)) to ward off the pain, and finally took a "short sleepe [to wake] eternally," (Donne l. 13) "naked, and beautiful, reaching for the light--" (Edson 85).

Loved it. I didn't stop, except for a short 1/2 hour snooze, but I woke up and couldn't wait for the climax. I can't wait to watch it and read what my peers think. Consider this blog as a place for preliminary thoughts. However, I don't think any of my peers will be reading this, as busy as everyone is, but feel free to comment anyway.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 6:39 PM | Comments (8)

Englishy me

The blessing of being an English major is that I can write. The curse is that I love writing so much that in every facet of my academic life, I must apply what I have learned, usually going beyond what the assignment calls for, which can be very time consuming.

In my corporate communications class, for instance; instead of just addressing a well-known company for my crisis analysis, I chose to report on County Market, which involved personal interviews, several online searches and the creation of a website. These are things that I associate with reporters and web writers, both of which I am familiar.

In addition to doing more than the assignment asks, I have to edit, revise, and generally drive myself nuts striving for English excellence within that project. I am not surprised by my craziness at the end of the semester. I have wasted so much time being an English major perfectionist.

However, my English background has been very beneficial. In that same class: Principles of Corporate Communication, I was the only one who knew how to cite sources correctly in MLA style (thanks Dr. Jerz). I was even asked to give a short presentation on the subject, teaching them MLA with the assistance of the Bib Builder.

I have also been a more analytical when it comes to statistical evidence; for instance, one woman in my communications class today gave a statistic from Rosie O'Donnell that said that 20% of American women and 21% of men are gay. She was citing an unreliable source: O'Donnell on a statistic that was substantiated by a Gallup poll. The presenter made it look like a fact, when in reality, the poll was based upon "Americans...best estimate of the American gay and lesbian population." I wanted to get up and scream: "THAT'S NOT RIGHT." Of course I didn't, but I now know to be more critical in what people feed me.

Overall being an English major has called me to rise above being an "ok" SHU student. As Barbara Miller, my librarian pal and novelist said, "You can't give yourself permission to write badly." I think I suffer and excel with that mentality, but right now I think the suffering is more acute. Perhaps I will feel differently in a few weeks when grades are distributed.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 3:56 PM | Comments (12)

April 21, 2004

FAFSA Headache

Don't talk to me right now. I hate numbers. Kill the FAFSA (student financial aid form due for PA people by May 1st).

I just spent two hours filling out the grotesque form with my dad and I am about to stick my head in a woodchipper to alleviate the pain of blood pulsing through my brain.

Though I am technologically inclined, my parents aren't. They like everything "in writing". I can appreciate that, but the FAFSA can be renewed every year online.

Anyway, I need to get some things clarified by student accounts and the financial aid office before I can send it in. ARGH!!

The worst thing is that everything has its little place. I am deathly afraid I am going to write something in the wrong place, make myself look like a maharajah and not have any aid next year. THE STRESS. THE NUMBERS. THE PAIN >:-|

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 7:27 PM | Comments (8)

April 19, 2004

Nothing Much

I don't really have anything to say, except I missed blogging so much that I had to say something. While clacking away at the keys over the weekend, I thought, "I wonder what everyone is saying on NMJ right now?" So, forgive me, I went to the site and read over everything, and I even went on my pals blogs. I HAVE A PROBLEM.

I hate to blog when I am like this; my mind is so caught up in what I am doing.

Today on my way to school, however, I made an effort to see something new--I noticed the lines of people's wash drying in the warm wind and the nursery by my old house watering saplings with a big firefighter-looking hose that made rainbows in the spray.

Good news. I handed in my research paper on single mothers and fathers for my STW class (the one where I had hand-to-hand combat with EBSCO Host). What a weight off my shoulders!!!! It's in Dr. Jerz's hands now.
I spent so much time thinking and agonizing over what I wanted to say, how I was going to present it, writing it, editing, and revising, that I can't believe that I have finished. I am in withdrawal. I can't imagine what I am going to be like with a 25 or 50 page paper. I am going to need rehab.

Never fear, boredom is not going to be my companion; more appropriately, chaos will be my mate. School will be the theme of my blog--if I get time, in the next two weeks, but the summer is drawing nigh. Dear readers, please forgive. Nothing interesting, I know. Just an blog-crazed overachiever's lament.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 12:31 PM | Comments (10)

April 15, 2004

A new addiction

Besides blogging, I have become a movie spoiler fanatic. I have read every movie in the theaters. Though I do think that I am missing out on the best part of the movie: relaxation, I think that this is the most time and cost effective way to enjoy the reels.

In lieu of my procrastination, however, don't expect me to blog very much in the next two weeks. I will be busy. :-(

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 7:15 PM | Comments (5)

April 14, 2004

Fence me in

I only park down in "the hole" as we like to call it once in a blue, blue moon. This weekend I parked down in the drive next to our house because little munchkins in our neighborhood like drawing nasty things on people's cars with soap and various other creamy substances.

So my little car was parked in the "the hole". The crappy part about being down there is that you really can't see the road. So you back up slowly, attempting to keep an eye on the road and the other cars and your mirrors and your mother's pretty picket FENCE.

I only have two eyes, and I started backing....slow, now...okay, almost there. Then a crunching and whizzing. Park.

My side mirror took off my mother's fence post cap and part of the post. I mean, I did.

The best part of this episode is that the cap flew across the road. That explains the whizzing.

All pieces were intact. My dad decided that he would fix it with some clear glue--he offered. He likes fixing things on his day off. In fact, he was outside fixing the car when all of this happened.

The nasty part came when I had to tell my mom, but she was surprisingly okay with it. She built the fence, but surprisingly enough she was understanding--thank God for morning drowsiness.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 10:56 AM | Comments (5)

April 13, 2004

I spent Hours Feathering the Tennenbaums

I had my movie fest yesterday.

3. The Four Feathers-Heath Ledger was ugly most of the time, ladies--I was disappointed that way, but the story was surprisingly well done. The cinematography made me dizzy in some places, but overall a beautiful film.

2.The Royal Tennenbaums-Amazing cast. How can one go wrong with Gene Hackman, Luke & Owen Wilson, Gwenyth Paltrow, Angelica Huston, and Stiller (despite his Along Came Polly mishaps). This is perhaps one of the oddest films I have ever seen. The characters start out untouchable, so into their own little worlds, but they become more and more human as the story progresses. Still very odd. The movie is told like a book, too, an aspect that really caught my attention.

1. The Hours-I was not disappointed by the movie, though I usually am by book adaptations. I kept looking for Nicole Kidmanisms behind the prosthetic nose as Virginia Wolff, but I couldn't. She deserved the Oscar for this one. Something about Meryl Streep's on-screen crying scenes seem so real. The flow of the film, hopping from one timeline to the next is fantastic.

I adjure you to read the book first. Many times the characters ask one another, "What are you thinking?" In the book those questions are answered.

The one disappointment is in the too-much-telling aspect. The ending is ruined by the director's acknowledgement of the American audience's stupidity. Telling us too much, the ending is spoiled. I do prefer the book, but the movie was well done as well.

--On the subject of movies--I couldn't believe how many I haven't seen. The stacks at Video Warehouse were filled with titles I still considered new releases. I have some catching up to do this summer. Now that is something to look forward to. If I get despondent in the next few weeks, just yell at me, "You get to watch movies all summer, suck it up now. It will be over soon."

The lollipop after the pain in the bum.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 12:58 PM | Comments (7)

April 10, 2004

Grammar quiz & me

Via Jerz from Quizilla:
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You are a GRAMMAR GOD!

If your mission in life is not already to preserve the English tongue, it should be.

Yay! And I did it on my first try!


Posted by Amanda Cochran at 3:18 PM | Comments (4)

Atkins Dieting: A cashier's response

Though exiting the County Market cashier scene for a while, I think I may have something to add to Karissa's piece on dieting:

In January, I checked out mountains of meat and products with ATKINS APPROVED on the shrinkwrapped packages in colorful letters. I can understand why the bread companies have lost money.

In February, I answered about a trillion questions concerning the low-carb aisle. Apparently the store thought that the dieting craze was so lucrative that they decided to develop an entire line of the products specializing in Atkinsian Theory. I wonder if it will go bust by the end of the year.

In March, I noticed people going back to their old habits. They would fill up their buggy first with the "healthy" low carb stuff and then peruse the shelves for the missing elements of their diet, rationalizing those potato chips, bread and the three boxes of Little Debbie cakes they throw into their cart. "Its just one time," they think, "just once."

In April, everything is pretty much back to normal. Easter brings ham with sugar glaze, bread, and butter, as usual; though an occasional Atkins bar does pass my scanner.

My friend Karisa, a fellow cashier (not to be mistaken for Karissa) is on the diet and I don't understand why a large container of her antipasta: meat and cheese slathered in some oily dressing is better than a couple of gummi worms, which she insists is.

Is she even on the diet? She seems to think so. And she thinks she has lost weight. Maybe she has, but it may not be attributed to Atkins--it may just be her efforts to control what she is eating, especially the quantity (that is, with the exception of the antipasta). I think it may be the same with lots of people. They think they have lost so much weight because of the diet itself, but it may really be the meticulous attention they spend on the amount of what they consume.

My verdict: Many customers are returning to their habits of chips, bread, and pop. The low carb aisle will eventually get dusty and Atkins will enter the fad annals, filed closely with "The Macarena", snap bracelets, and parachute pants.


Posted by Amanda Cochran at 10:48 AM | Comments (4)

April 9, 2004

Fire Safety and SHU

Fire Drill Procedure Sign 2nd Maura computer lab
When alarm sounds
1. Step into corridor
2. Keep silence
3. Leave building by the nearest exit
4. Walk-single file-DO NOT RUN
5. Report immediately for roll call to location assigned
6.Remain at assigned location until signal ins given for return
7.Do not use elevators during actual fire or fire drill
Seton Hill College 1972 $25 fine for removal of this sign.

I can't help but laugh at this sign. While printing out my research in this lab, I looked up, and this dusty, rusty-stapled sign greeted my tired eyes. Over 30 years old, the sign is more fitting for high school kids. Amibiguous? I think so...it doesn't even give exact instructions on where the closest exit is.

And how about the procedures? College students in single-file lines--don't think so. Silence? Roll call? Have I missed something?

I remember a conversation in which my pyrophobic pal and firefighter chica were talking about fire prevention and SHU. They weren't happy with the current situations. Any suggestion for fire safety at SHU?

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 12:26 PM | Comments (4)

April 8, 2004

Seated Eternity

Football seats mark man's grave via USA Today

MOUNT LEBANON, Pa. — Paul Wellener's family found the perfect marker for his grave: two blue plastic seats from the Three Rivers Stadium auction. Wellener, a lifelong football fan and a Pittsburgh Steelers season ticket holder for 42 years, died unexpectedly on March 16. Wellener's son, Paul, and widow, Mary Ann, bought three pairs of stadium seats for $2,100 at an auction — and knew they had found the perfect gravestone.

How do you want to be remembered? By old, plastic seats. I guess it is fitting--I mean he did spend 42 years of his life sitting in Three Rivers. Those seats are kind of small though--I would go for a couch or something. You could get a really nice couch for $2,100. I mean, we are talking about eternal bliss aren't we? (No, not really.)

And what about theft? $2,100 seats sitting unprotected in a graveyard doesn't sound practical. I mean, they sound like a pretty lucrative black market E-Bay-esque item.

Then I reflect upon my own grave marker--What do I want? Hmmm. This is getting morbid. But really, whomever is alive when I am gone--please don't buy Carmike Cinema seats for my soul to languish away on post mortem. I'd prefer a couch--a pink one...or one of those butterfly chairs that people keep stealing from SHU. That would be heavenly.

*FYI-on that page: Slightly off center..., there are three other stories on western PA--could this be a one day thing, or is PA just odd? Hmmm.

Conscience: Stop it, Amanda! Save your brain power for your research papers. What are you doing on your blog anyway? You should be working!

Me: Ah, shut up. Will ya? I'll get everything done. I needed to update my blog...everyone will think that I got sick or something.

C: LAME! Procrastinator.

M: Na uh.

C: Yes huh.

The battle wages on...

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 6:29 PM | Comments (3)

April 6, 2004

Anonymity & Blogs

On the SHU blogosphere, I have been noticing more and more aliases, such as Michael and ME. Though some names, such as Kiz and Miz are really nice, these "other" names do not permit the reader to know who is speaking. And the blogger feels like they are censoring their material when they delete those comments.

Perhaps some have noticed that I have taken down the comments-without-valid-e-mail-addresses-will-be-deleted message at the top of my page; that has not changed--I will do that: I just thought it cluttered up my homepage. Though I haven't had a problem recently with this, the NMJ site has.

Though Dr. Jerz cannot trace these comments, maybe they should be deleted; perhaps this action would send the message that a valid name is as important as the comment itself. At the beginning of all the semesters, bloggers are urged to use their own name, or explain an alias; however, this rule has been relaxed this semester.

Aliases are fun little ways for friends to communicate (and that is okay as long as an explanation is there); however, they can also be a way to hide one's identity--an abuse of blogging. The entire idea of a weblog is to get your ideas out there--accountability for those views. I hope to see more of that in the future.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 10:51 AM | Comments (9)

April 5, 2004

A Building Consultant

I am on the "Steering Committee" for the Board of Trustees on the building plans (ie. the rec center, classrooms, dorms, etc) at SHU. I am also writing a story on The Setonian about this.

If anyone has any suggestions, gripes, whatever, please leave them here or speak with me in person (quotes for the paper). I need to know what to ask specifically about and get an idea of what many students want or believe.

The SHU administration seems really interested in what the students have to say; they have four reps--two main and two alternates. Though they may not agree or change anything, I am heartened by the communications effort. Maybe I should just give them a link to the blogs--that would save them a lot of time :-D

Your input will be much appreciated. Your school. Your tuition. Your world. Go ahead, speak out.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 4:12 PM | Comments (2)

Manner Gate

Rust scratches
the pale.
The gate--a slow release--jerking.
The turning knob,
touched by too many,
ornate script worn away.
In and out.
Not worth the time...

Chips left on the white,
Rub them--
Still there.
Never gone completely.


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April 4, 2004

Happy Chaos

"Hello, County Market"
"Hi, this is Amanda, can I speak with the manager?"
"Sure, one minute"
Elevator Music. Me, whispering 'Calm Down.'
"Hi, this is the manager."
"Hi, Amanda here. I just wanted to tell you that I need a leave of absence for the next month."

Yes, folks. That's right. I have taken a leave of absence from County Market, my self-proclaimed hell hole, until the second weekend in May--after finals and all of my madness has ended. Though I will finish out this weekend, I will be free on the weekends after Easter to work...or play (not likely).

Something had to go for awhile. I am not Superwoman. Gosh, it hurts to admit that but so true. I think I had my priorities all screwed up. Moms and sisters are really wonderful and brutal in situations such as this. Thank you both for screaming at me.

So now, in my upcoming chaos, I will be happy having a two-day three-night weekend instead of a six-day seven-night work week. Though my class assignments lie in heavy black on my dry-erase board, they do not weigh so heavily on my heart anymore. I am going to get through this semester. I am going to do all of them well. I am going to survive. (Insert Destiny's Child "Survivor" here).

If you can't tell, I panicked this weekend. But I am okay. Better. Elated. Relieved.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 5:45 PM | Comments (4)

April 1, 2004

Dress Baggage

A navy suit. White-collared blouse. Meticulously curled, though slightly mussed curls, an umbrella, bookbag, purse, and head full of facts, figures, emotion, and doubts. Today was presentation day in my seminar class. I spoke too long again...but I received wonderful feedback from my peers about my voice and content. Sometimes, I really don't know if they are just being nice to spare me of my stinkiness or if they really mean what they are saying to me. I hope I am just thinking about this too much...

Stress before, stress during, stress after. I don't know why I am always so crazed on these days, but I am. I love to speak in front of people. I love talking to a crowd, but the baggage, both internal and external of living up to my own expectations, seem to weigh even heavier than the assignment itself.

I am optimistic about the end of this semester, however. Only 3 more research papers, website, a presentation, French workbook, finals and portfolio. I think I am going to be all right.

I hope I will be better prepared at the conclusion of this semester than the last...no dress-up day, ballgown or otherwise (and I love gowns), would have made me feel better this past fall.

I make my solemn blogger vow to not lose control this time around, though looking at that list above does make me feel like a burro dressed in dry-clean only navy.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at 6:13 PM | Comments (4)

Fishy fitness

From Newsday:

A 365-million-year-old arm bone fossil found in Pennsylvania came from one of the first creatures able to do push-ups, an evolutionary step that was necessary for animals to move from the sea to dry land.

I can see it now...fish pumping themselves to shore. Though I do not put much stock into the ideas of evolution, if true, this would be an incredible sight: a fish doing push-ups all from the beaches to Pennsylvania. They must have been pretty buff to go all that way from the Atlantic. Or was water everywhere? Did they come from the lakes? Not really sure. I guess I will let the Ross Gellars (palentologist on Friends) take care of the details.

And here you thought the only thing in PA was cold weather, colleges, and riled up students that hate or love athletics...

NO! In addition, we have fossilized fish (aren't they amphibians?) with pecs. What joy is mine. Ah, the Keystone State.

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