Whats up, Clauds? is a new series that chronicles the funny, off wall, and sometimes reflective experiences of Claudia, a Simmons Student just trying to make it to her next class.
First, I just want to take a moment to acknowledge the reception my last post (remember, the one about Mean Girls?) received. The responses I've received so far have been overwhelmingly positive, and I just wanted to take a moment to say this: thank you, so very much. Thank you for leaving positive comments, sharing this post with your friends, chatting me up in the Fens, or really just for reading. I've never really known what it's like to have other people reading my writing (besides professors and the Simmons College Admissions Committee), so this has been a new and different experience. Thanks for being the real MVP's, and I hope you'll keep reading the blog (and not just my posts - check out the awesome things my fellow bloggers are writing about, as infrequently as they come - we're all busy people!) even if I'm not making obscure pop-culture references.
Chances are, even if you've only been at Simmons for a year now like I have (or even a month and a half), you've probably run into me somewhere on campus. (If not, you've definitely seen me watching football on the first floor of Morse or giving tours on Friday afternoons.) If you've been fortunate enough to be spared from "that girl who writes a blog, seems to know everything about Simmons, and haunts Morse Hall," i'll summarize myself for you pretty quickly: I'm an extrovert. While I generally despise stereotypes about extroverts and introverts, the general traits ring true: I gain energy through and thrive on social interaction, I process most of my thoughts externally (i.e out loud), and I like to talk. A lot. Combined with being a busy college student juggling classes, 2 jobs, and more extracurriculars than I can count on one hand that I can't actually remember on a regular basis, my extroverted tendencies are often cranked up to 11. To say it's kind of annoying is a slight understatement; even I give myself headaches from talking to people and doing stuff for 9-10+ hours nonstop every day.
Stuff is a very broad term, and I use it here intentionally; most days my calendar looks like a random mush of whatever I can fit in a day, even if none of it is remotely related to what came before it. Wednesdays are particularly heinous; I wake up at 7:30 to go to work, then class, lunch with my department faculty (aka the people I see at work, which is basically like being at work), maybe a quick 30-minute trip to a study room before I go back to work, then I go to Judicial Cabinet (not every Wednesday, though). I get my pre-ballet class warm-up in as I play Frogger across Brookline Ave during rush hour, and I end my day in a 1:1 with my RD over dinner.
And when I finally get back to my room, it's only 7:30, and I haven't even had a chance to process everything I've done since my alarm angrily serenaded me 12 hours earlier. Yikes. When I finally get to bed by midnight (maybe), I feel accomplished - my work is done for the day, my assignments are prepped for tomorrow, and I remembered to pack my spandex in my dance bag. (Or maybe it's just the spandex I was wearing today; whatever - nobody's going to notice, right?)
Of course, I don't need really to tell you any of this, because you all know what it's like. We're college students; it's what we do.