Being in Columbia, or any college town for that matter, without having a strict schedule of classes, homework and activity meetings is one of the weirdest feelings ever. I feel like when you're at school, you're at school to work, so when I'm not working I feel like I have a problem. I watched an entire season of Gilmore Girls in less than a week. I had one evening without a meeting or plan for the night, and I got so impatient just staying around the house that I went Christmas shopping at 10:30 pm just to be productive. I have a problem...it's fine.
But cool enough....I have kept up with this blog. For all of you who doubted my ability to blog after returning to Facebook, I did it. And I love it. So much that I created another blog. And update them both very often (once or twice a week is considered often to me in the collegiate world). And nothing makes my day more than when my friends comment (verbally and in writing) on my blogs. I'm happy to have enough people I love that somewhat care about what's going on in my life to even skim this for pictures, read my revelations and process what I say. It's an outlet for journalists to practice writing opinion-style without being published in print, and I like that.
One of my theoretical goals to add to that list is to categorize my blog in a more organized manner. I've seen cute ideas like Sara's "Wish List Wednesday" and more, and have the categories of updates and revelations. But sometimes, I just have something to complain about that I've learned something from, which I call rants. But I hate how unprofessional the word 'rant' sounds. Complaint is not much better. And sometimes, they are just lessons that have sprung from a so-called 'complaint' or 'rant,' but what word describes that?
For lack of terminology, here's my rant of the day: I hate it when people ask for notes from a class they do not attend. I always have, because who am I to give you notes. Here's a mythical conversation that describes my perspective on people that ask for notes.
Desperate one: Hey! Oh my gosh I've just been so busy and everything that I didn't have time to get to that class the other day....you take really good notes, can you just e-mail them all to me?
Person that attends class: So you want ME, who didn't have time either but actually got out of bed and WENT to class, to send YOU what I processed from class, because that's fair how? I take my time and effort to try and learn material, and you want me to just hand it over to you?
Person making lame excuse: I'll bribe you though!
*Side note: this has actually happened to me. I received an e-mail offering me gourmet chocolate and candy for giving her notes for a class. People can get pretty ridiculous.
Ethical person: Well this is getting even more ethical! Now you realized that you made a mistake, and just won't own up to it!
Bad note-taker: I guess I can just ask someone else....*thinking remorse will somehow come of this*
Class attendant: That's a good idea. *the bad note-taker gets disappointed.*
The only circumstance in which I will now trade notes is with my best friends, who honestly know when we were sick (I get it now, I can say I've had pneumonia and had to miss class) or attending something more important (like a Missourian tour for another class...good planning J-School) that forced them not to come to class. This is new criteria for me, but for the best. You would think that college students get more responsible as life progresses, but sometimes it's the opposite. They try getting around things as much as possible. They don't prioritize their obligations. And the people that are considered responsible in one aspect of their lives must suffer the consequences of other people's poor decision making? I don't think so.
This is one part of my "learning to say no" life lesson in terms of unnecessary remorse, as I have started realizing that people who don't care about class don't deserve help. And if I've learned anything in life, people try to pick at and get around your morals. One person joked about how they take bad notes and if I could just e-mail them all of mine, that would be great. When I laughed, they became concerned and realized I wasn't stupid. Sorry hun! Another person just came in my room while I was asleep to get my notes. Tricky tricky. I hope later in life, everyone realizes they can't just depend on other people to do things for them. We are all people with brains, power and our own work ethics, and if you don't apply you full potential of those attributes, then you will not succeed. The end.
Thanks for the shout-out! :]
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