Week of Sept 1st

I fell asleep in my first class.  That’s right, it was the end of the class period and I was struggling to keep focus and to avoid falling asleep, but it was difficult when the instructor had us lie on our backs and breathe in and out.  Oh…I forgot to mention it was a Yoga class.  Luckily, my friend noticed I was out of it and she poked me.  But seriously, how could I fall asleep in one of my first classes of this Fall semester?  Anyway, I blame my busy schedule which keeps me moving from 8 in the morning to late in the evening.  But don’t worry, I keep myself busy voluntarily.  On Monday and Wednesday I work for a couple hours in the morning.  When I finish work, I walk to the Campus Center and work in the Programs Board Office creating flyers and posters for upcoming events (I’m the Publicity Chair).  I’ll make time for a quick lunch and then walk/run to the gym for my Yoga class.  After I contort my body in unnatural positions I will awkwardly walk/hobble to my Landscape and Literature course (I’m an English Major).  When I finally finish all my classes for the day, I will walk back to the Library and finish my homework, get something for dinner, facebook stalk, and perform a very gratifying face-plant onto my bed to cap off the day.

I think I should establish early on that I’m awkward, so I believe one of the recurring topics of this blog will include, most likely in detail, one of my ridiculous comments, embarrassing wipe-outs, or uncomfortable social interactions of the week.  To start it off, I will refer to my last day as an orientation leader.  One of the key components of a successful first-year orientation is AIRBANDS, or in other words, an excuse to get on stage in front of a large crowd of new-students with the goal of making a complete fool of yourself.  I believe I was quite successful.  My dance group decided it would be necessary for the guys to wear dresses and “shake their booties” to the Kelis classic, “My Milkshake Brings All the Boys to the Yard.”  So yes, I got on stage and danced to this horrific song, then had my dress ripped off of me only to redeem myself with an even more obnoxious dance to “Peanut Butter Jelly Time.”  What’s worse is that this was all video-taped.