Back on January 21st, we asked you to predict what day #211 would be like. Well, July 30th is that day — how have your predictions held up so far? If you didn’t reply to the prompt at the time, is this year turning out to be as you’d expected?
I unfortunately did not have the pleasure of knowing of the existence of The Daily Post on January 21st, 2014. I do, however, know what was happening on January 21st. If the date on my Facebook post is accurate, my school had a snow day that day. Wait, colleges have snow days? What??
So here’s exactly what I was thinking on January 21st, 2014: Thank GOD for snow days in college. I’m going to get so much work done; hell I might be all the way caught up on my readings for once. This semester is going to be so great, I…
PSYCHE. Turns out, having a record number of snow days does not help college students focus on academics. Instead, it helps them miss so many of their classes that they forget what’s even going on, leading to even more goofing around than on the original snow days and utter chaos and panic during exam weeks. Continue reading
After an especially long and exhausting drive or flight, a grueling week at work, or a mind-numbing exam period — what’s the one thing you do to feel human again?
Alright, I admit it — I’m a stress eater. There’s nothing like a bar of chocolate (or three) to make a day that’s going awry seem a whole lot better.
I can’t say much about what I do after long drives or flights because unlike some people, I love road trips and flights. I’m a daydreamer, and staring out the window and just thinking is when my imagination works best, and I find it relaxing rather than exhausting. Not sure what I would say if I had ever been the driver on a long drive, but that’s been my experience so far.
Mind-numbing exam periods, though… there’s something I’m familiar with. My junior year of high school, there was a week when I emptied my brain of everything in life except for what I read in my AP U.S. History review book. It hadn’t exactly been my favorite class that year, so I had quite a lot of catching up to do. In other words, I read a condensed version of the course cover-to-cover in about a week. Don’t ask me about my AP score, but I did get a 94 on the Regents exam, so at least New York State still thinks I’m smart. Continue reading
It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of old artifacts, books, and dust. The shop’s ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you. Tell us what happens next!
Unpredictability is always bad. Always.
My timing that day was, as always, impeccable. I live in one of the rainiest towns in Upstate, so carrying an umbrella around at all times is simply a no-brainer. I guess that means I seemed to have misplaced my brain that day.
The problem with my town is that not only is it rainy; it is always unpredictable. I blame the weather channel for my deep-rooted trust issues. Prediction of sunshine means torrential downpour. Prediction of downpour means the occasional drizzle with five-minute long breaks when the sun shines and birds sing before the clouds get right back to it. Sometimes we even have the freaky sunshine and rain at the same time.
So I didn’t take my umbrella out that day. Predictions said cloudy, which means the weather channel gave up for the day. I didn’t have very far to walk; just stopping by the local grocery store for my weekly candy fix. A couple miles here and back, and I walk slow, so I’d only be walking for about forty minutes. Not bad for a college student. Continue reading
“Age is just a number,” says the well-worn adage. But is it a number you care about, or one you tend (or try) to ignore?
As someone who has only lived on this earth for less than twenty years, it’s hard not to think about age. Every single year brings about changes to myself and my surroundings.
I spent a lot of time growing up wishing I were already grown up. I hear it’s a common problem. When I was 12, I wanted to be 13 so I could watch PG-13 movies like a big kid. When I was 15, I wanted to be 16 so I could volunteer at the SPCA and play with puppies all day. When I was 17, I wanted to be 18 so I could have legal independence.
When I was 13, I stopped caring about watching those movies, and all I wanted was to be 14. When I was 16, I found out I was allergic to cats and wouldn’t be able to spend much time in the SPCA, so I waited for my 17th birthday. When I turned 18, I found out that legal independence means nothing to my parents and that I will forever be their baby girl. And despite all of this, I, like so many of my peers, cannot wait until I turn 21. It’s an incurable disease. Continue reading
‘Tis the season for road trips — if time and money were out of the equation, what car-based adventure would you go on? (If you don’t or can’t drive, any land-based journey counts.)
There’s no question in my mind – if I were to go on a road trip without caring about money, I would go to Europe. Boring, but true. I definitely want to go to Asia, but not for driving around. I’m not quite adventurous enough for Africa. Or South America. I’m sheltered and not very outdoorsy, stop judging me.
After my sophomore year in high school, I went to Germany for a school exchange program. It was some of the best days of my life over there, and I even went to France for a day. I guess that’s why I’d like to go there the most (other than because I’m scared of the elements). You can just hop from one country to the other and it doesn’t even matter.
Also, technically I can’t drive yet, so I’d probably have to bring my bike. And get in shape. Which means I need to stop being lazy… Suddenly I’m glad I don’t have an overabundance of money. (Did I really just say that?)
Do you — or did you ever — have a Best Friend? Do you believe in the idea of one person whose friendship matters the most?
9:00. Time to teach. I checked the clock one last time to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me, sighed, and headed to the pool deck. Everything was unusually warm that day, but that was just overcompensation for the past week. It was so cold, some kids simply gave up and got out just to wrap themselves in their towels. I had no such luxury.
Warm water meant chatty kids. Two four-year-old girls held hands sitting on the deck, waiting to get in. From their constant giggling I could tell they were good friends, probably from school. Now, this can be a good or bad thing. I had a kid once who wouldn’t let go of his friend’s hand, which is never helpful when you’re trying to teach someone how to not drown. Then again, there was also that little girl who helped convince her friend that it was alright; the water wasn’t that bad. I only heard that friend cry for twenty minutes that day. The improvement was tremendous. Continue reading
We all have songs that remind us of specific periods and events in our lives. Twenty years from now, which song will remind you of the summer of 2014?
Summer 2014 has been uneventful, and so far I really can’t think of a song at all. This may sound depressing, but… well, yeah it’s kind of depressing. Writing, reading, and Netflixing all day every day might sound great, but it’s only great when you’re supposed to be studying in college (pretend you didn’t see that, mom and dad). Toronto, however, was nice. For all you foodies out there, you must go to Old Town Toronto and EAT EVERYTHING. I especially recommend the restaurant Origin. A bit pricey, but well worth it because the food is so unique and freaking delicious.
One song I will really remember in twenty years, though, is the song I listened to while driving over the Tappan Zee Bridge on my way to my first day at college last fall. It was “The Call” by Regina Spektor. Every lyric in this song was so perfect for the occasion. This summer has been that “you’ll come back when they call you” part of the song, “they” being my parents. If you haven’t listened to it before, I strongly recommending clicking here. Or read the lyrics if you’re lazy like me: Continue reading