For Thanksgiving break, I stayed on campus until Monday to get some work done. A good amount of time was spent cleaning up my room, finishing off leftovers (which coincidentally involved consuming every spare bit of food so that I could avoid a trip to the store), and getting homework done.
When I returned home, I had a list of things to do. Always at the top are eating and sleeping. I also picked up my sister from college and my cousin from the airport. From there, shenanigans ensued.
I went salsa dancing with my cousin, sister and her friends. This was full of attempted suaveness, embarrassment, and lots of fun. From there we played Apples to Apples while enjoying our final bites of hostess. And let me tell you, The end of Hostess really puts the sweet in bittersweet. Unfortunately, no Twinkies were to be found. We made do.
:'( They'll be missed.
See what else I did during break HERE
What does this video have to do with Thanksgiving break of a Butler student? Not much, besides the easily drawn correlation between the thrill of snowboarding and the excitement of chilling with family for the weekend. My cousin showed me the video. Now I have a new favorite band. More songs to be found here.
It was a week of relaxing and giving thanks for all of the incredible opportunities that I’ve been afforded. I attribute about 20% of my accomplishments to myself. This number is modeled after Woody Allen‘s quote: “80 percent of success is showing up.” I am lucky to have been born in America in a family that can send me to college. The incredible friends I’ve made have shaped me into who I am, and my professors have directed me through my academic career.
A big thanks to everyone who has been a part of my life, influential or otherwise. Sitting down to a table full of food that puts me directly into a food coma is just another opportunity to take note of a blessed and full life. Going back to school, I’ll seek to take advantage of every moment, and keep a positive attitude. Because I honestly have no reason to be pessimistic in this day and place. For that I’m grateful.
“What did I do for Homecoming?” you are probably asking. I imagine at this point people follow my blog as they would a tabloid newspaper or the latest story of the lives of The Jersey Shore. I attribute the lack of fan mail to the fact that I have so well hidden the secret of my residence.
Anyway, back to the question that the people are clamoring for: I was NOT on campus for homecoming. It’s unfortunate (or at least I can know how horrendous it is judging by the reactions I received from my friends when I told them). Priorities came up, and it turned out I’d rather be with my family. My parents picked me up early (not quite as early as the festivities that were started Saturday morning, but early enough) and we drove to Dayton University where my sister is a freshman.
It was their family weekend, and I hadn’t seen her in a while, so I thought it’d be worth it. The next opportunity wouldn’t come until Thanksgiving break. We had beautiful weather perfect for Frisbee throwing and strolls about campus. Note: I didn’t bother trying to convince my family coming out for Butler’s family weekend. We’ve been around the block on my campus. They’ve seen it all. Such is the life of a senior.
After rooming with a friend for four days where I was living out of a cardboard box, I finally made the transition into my new house. It’s a wonderful house for four, but five of us will be rooming here at a discounted rate. Thank you frugality, you have saved the day again.
Nothing is more glorious than my new bed after a day of work
At the moment my entire being is energized at the thought of living in this house for the next year (I will be occupying this house from now until graduation of May next year #occupy44thstreet). I have unpacked in the kitchen, made my first grocery shop, and am currently in the process of compiling of a list of every item that I would like to make this house absolutely boss.
It’s incredible living the areas outside of Butler’s student housing but still within the Bubble. An entire community exists here of upperclassmen, all confident in the ways of the university life, and beginning to dabble in the existence beyond the university. We’re living in houses now, thinking about post-laurel jobs (or for those who relish studies and loans, grad school), and flexing out cooking muscles. Just the other day I cooked an italian feast with my roommate, who has promised to clue me into the secrets of chinese cooking. I’m giddy at the thought.
As I’m sure all of my most devoted readers have noticed, I’ve taken a hiatus from the blogging world, but as I return, I realize there is so much to catch you all up on. So, I’ll begin in the most relevant spot: food.
I would be a dirty liar if I didn’t admit that food consumes a good third of my mental energies. What should I eat? How hungry am I? Should I pour a bowl of cereal even though I just wolfed down dinner? The answer to that last one is often an emphatic “YES.”
One of the perks of going home (Mom and Dad, I hope you’re reading) is the home-cooked meals. Not to bash Butler’s buffets or burgers, but there’s something satisfying, even sentimental about returning to the food that kept me fed and satisfied the first eighteen years of my life. It’s the atmosphere of being home, joking with my family, catching up, and simply enjoying the fam.
Prior to the meal. And then-->
...five minutes later.
People often equate the “Freshmen Fifteen” to departing for college, but I take the threat of those fifteen additional pounds most seriously when I return home.
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