Things I bet you didn't know about me... and you probably never wanted to:
1. I hate closed shower curtains. If I'm at somebody's house and I use they're bathroom and their shower curtains are closed, I will always either check behind them or open them while I do my business. Once or twice I've forced myself not to because deep down I know there's no creepy raper guy with a knife back there... I just have to check. It comes from my childhood anxiety years I guess. My roommate this semester keeps them closed all the time and it drives me nuts.
2. I went to a gas station at 11pm last night sporting a hoodie, checkered PJ pants, white sequin flip flops and lime juice on my face. My roommate assured me that I "just looked like a typical college student."
3. Sometimes when I'm really really tired as I'm walking home from class, I'll start walking with my eyes closed. I'll see how long I can make it until I'm too scared to walk anymore because I might walk into something. I've never walked into anything, somehow.
4. I've now had four roommates in a row tell me I whimper and whine in my sleep. I've been trying to figure out why for a long time now. I finally decided I think it's because in the morning I just really really don't want to get out of bed or wake up so I whimper just at the thought of it. This is just my guess since apparently I do it most in the morning. I apologized but my roommate said it's only annoying when it's 6am.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I LOVE My Roommates!
My roommate's been having pain in her stomach for a couple of days. We've been working on making her go to the hospital. A few days ago, I was cooking in the kitchen and my other roommate Kiara was on the couch. We suddenly heard a loud "Aaaahhhh! Nooooooooooooo!!! Uuuugh!" general pain-ish sound coming from her room. Immediately Kiara and I were at the door. I knocked and called through, "Daisy, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Silence. Then, just as I reached for the door handle to go in, Daisy came out laughing. "I'm sorry guys, I'm just on the phone with my mom and she just told this boy back home that I like him! Ugh, I'm so mad at her!" I don't actually know the whole story but really, that wasn't fair. We had freaked out for nothing. I guess it's okay, adrenaline is fun sometimes! Oh, and she's feeling much better now. No worries! :)
I LOVE my roommates. We all get along so well. There hasn't even been the slightest annoyance (that I know of... maybe they do all hate me!) from any of us all semester. We went to the store Friday night and bought a bunch of toys. Baseball and bat, glove, bow and arrow, frisbee... all found in the kiddie section of course because we wouldn't have been able to afford it otherwise.
Then we came home and played. We drew a target on our window in the front room. The arrows are like suction cups so we try to practice our aim with our little $4 bow.
We had FHE last night. We found out our group at 6 and FHE is supposed to be at 7. Our apartment alone planned it all. I'm so proud of us! Daisy prepared the lesson. We all cleaned the apartment super fast and then Kiara drove us to Broulim's so we could get snack (chips and salsa!). We ran over to the other apartments and told them where we were meeting and when and it ended up going very well. Especially when we let them all have a try with the bow and arrow!
We tried to play baseball in the house too. But Daisy hit the ball into my face. So we stopped. Ahhh, the joy of no parents!
I went to the Dean of the Communications dept. today. She's awesome! She was super friendly and told me that I could absolutely get credit for the Disney CP, and was excited when I mentioned I wanted to be a campus rep possibly next year. She said all I have to do is write something about what I learned. She said she didn't care how long it was or exactly what I wrote or what format because it would be primarily for me. Basically, I'm gonna get credit no matter what, I just have to have at least some hard document showing that I learned something. I no longer have to worry about that.
I also finally got my Astronomy assignment figured out after hours and hours of hard work. And then found out that I found and plotted stars for June 6 instead of June 13 by accident because I counted wrong. Fortunately I went and talked to the teacher (you know how hard that is for me, two in one day even!) and he said it was fine... thank GOODNESS! He actually laughed at me though because seriously, if he said no that would have been hours of work down the drain.
Kay so this turned out longer than I expected (as is usual) so I'll stop here.
Silence. Then, just as I reached for the door handle to go in, Daisy came out laughing. "I'm sorry guys, I'm just on the phone with my mom and she just told this boy back home that I like him! Ugh, I'm so mad at her!" I don't actually know the whole story but really, that wasn't fair. We had freaked out for nothing. I guess it's okay, adrenaline is fun sometimes! Oh, and she's feeling much better now. No worries! :)
I LOVE my roommates. We all get along so well. There hasn't even been the slightest annoyance (that I know of... maybe they do all hate me!) from any of us all semester. We went to the store Friday night and bought a bunch of toys. Baseball and bat, glove, bow and arrow, frisbee... all found in the kiddie section of course because we wouldn't have been able to afford it otherwise.
Then we came home and played. We drew a target on our window in the front room. The arrows are like suction cups so we try to practice our aim with our little $4 bow.
We had FHE last night. We found out our group at 6 and FHE is supposed to be at 7. Our apartment alone planned it all. I'm so proud of us! Daisy prepared the lesson. We all cleaned the apartment super fast and then Kiara drove us to Broulim's so we could get snack (chips and salsa!). We ran over to the other apartments and told them where we were meeting and when and it ended up going very well. Especially when we let them all have a try with the bow and arrow!
We tried to play baseball in the house too. But Daisy hit the ball into my face. So we stopped. Ahhh, the joy of no parents!
I went to the Dean of the Communications dept. today. She's awesome! She was super friendly and told me that I could absolutely get credit for the Disney CP, and was excited when I mentioned I wanted to be a campus rep possibly next year. She said all I have to do is write something about what I learned. She said she didn't care how long it was or exactly what I wrote or what format because it would be primarily for me. Basically, I'm gonna get credit no matter what, I just have to have at least some hard document showing that I learned something. I no longer have to worry about that.
I also finally got my Astronomy assignment figured out after hours and hours of hard work. And then found out that I found and plotted stars for June 6 instead of June 13 by accident because I counted wrong. Fortunately I went and talked to the teacher (you know how hard that is for me, two in one day even!) and he said it was fine... thank GOODNESS! He actually laughed at me though because seriously, if he said no that would have been hours of work down the drain.
Kay so this turned out longer than I expected (as is usual) so I'll stop here.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Classes
My Spanish teacher reminds me of Dr. House. It's going to be an interesting semester...
After having an awesome spastic noisy mini prank war with my roommates (old and new) last night, I officially decided to drop my Group Dynamics (ironic?) course and take it easy for the next three semesters to graduate next summer instead of cramming tons in and stressing (even though I like stress, it keeps me busy).
I have awesome roommates this semester! Just thought I'd add that.
My Astronomy course is going to kill me. I just realized it today. I can tell it would be a thousand times easier in a class but since they don't offer it as a lecture course except in the Fall when I'm off-track I don't really have an option. It's fun and interesting but some of it just makes no sense. Hopefully I'll find a study buddy soon.
The rest of my classes seem fine. I have the same teacher for two classes. Everyone I know who's had her before say "she's a hippie... you'll understand what I mean by the end of the semester, I promise." Hopefully this'll turn out to be a good thing. Her syllabus is difficult to read because the course calendar is like nine pages long because she included tons of graphics and pictures and color coded every page. We found out in class today that she had a different book than we (the students) did. This would be why the reading assignment she gave us didn't correspond with the book at all. I feel bad for her because the only solution she could come up with, instead of having us all buy new books, was that she would redo the entire course schedule and syllabus.
Yeah, I feel bad for her. Especially since it was the bookstore's fault.
Anyway, there's a little update. Not much else to say.
After having an awesome spastic noisy mini prank war with my roommates (old and new) last night, I officially decided to drop my Group Dynamics (ironic?) course and take it easy for the next three semesters to graduate next summer instead of cramming tons in and stressing (even though I like stress, it keeps me busy).
I have awesome roommates this semester! Just thought I'd add that.
My Astronomy course is going to kill me. I just realized it today. I can tell it would be a thousand times easier in a class but since they don't offer it as a lecture course except in the Fall when I'm off-track I don't really have an option. It's fun and interesting but some of it just makes no sense. Hopefully I'll find a study buddy soon.
The rest of my classes seem fine. I have the same teacher for two classes. Everyone I know who's had her before say "she's a hippie... you'll understand what I mean by the end of the semester, I promise." Hopefully this'll turn out to be a good thing. Her syllabus is difficult to read because the course calendar is like nine pages long because she included tons of graphics and pictures and color coded every page. We found out in class today that she had a different book than we (the students) did. This would be why the reading assignment she gave us didn't correspond with the book at all. I feel bad for her because the only solution she could come up with, instead of having us all buy new books, was that she would redo the entire course schedule and syllabus.
Yeah, I feel bad for her. Especially since it was the bookstore's fault.
Anyway, there's a little update. Not much else to say.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Update
It's been a week. Not much to say. It's been nice to be home. I'm definitely glad for the visit to the east coast. I freakin' LOVE eastern weather and it kinda makes me dislike Idaho even more. I can't wait to move back to Florida in August.
I was supposed to go back to ID Saturday, but they conveniently canceled the flight so I could spend an extra day or two with my brother. We shot guns Saturday which was so totally awesome. Though I'm still sore. I have a nice red rash on my left shoulder from the kick of the guns. It was awesome!
I hope a plane back to ID tomorrow. School starts Tuesday. At the moment I have 21 credits which I understand is pretty much suicide, but I can't decide which class/classes to drop. I'm going to just go the first few days and then make up my mind.
Yep, so that's that. I'll probably have another uber-long update after school starts up again about my classes.
I was supposed to go back to ID Saturday, but they conveniently canceled the flight so I could spend an extra day or two with my brother. We shot guns Saturday which was so totally awesome. Though I'm still sore. I have a nice red rash on my left shoulder from the kick of the guns. It was awesome!
I hope a plane back to ID tomorrow. School starts Tuesday. At the moment I have 21 credits which I understand is pretty much suicide, but I can't decide which class/classes to drop. I'm going to just go the first few days and then make up my mind.
Yep, so that's that. I'll probably have another uber-long update after school starts up again about my classes.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
How To Be The First Off An Airplane
I learned a lesson yesterday. Very valuable. It all happened during my flight from Salt Lake to Denver. Just a one hour flight, right?
Well, I got on the plane feeling fine. We took off, one of my favorite parts of the ride. We were in the air. I started feeling sick. Really really sick. I grabbed the barf bag and looked at it. I felt sicker. I pulled out my tray thing and rested my head on it after putting the barf bag back in the pocket. My ears started going all weird. As if they were inside a bubble... everything sounded muffled. I vaguely noticed the stewardess making her way down the aisle with drinks. My ears were now muffled worse and I started seeing black spots... not to mention I kept pulling out the barf bag, certain I'd puke and then putting it back in the seat, determined to not need it.
The stewardess got to me. I was in the aisle seat. There was a man in the window seat to my right. I heard her ask through my muffled ears if I wanted a drink. I tried to say water... I'm not sure anything came out. "Do you need water, you said?" "No. No... actually... just.... bathroom!" I was trying really hard to talk. The man to my right looked at me, "You don't look so good..." "Bathroom!" I said again. "Where's the bathroom?"
The stewardess pulled her cart out of the way and pointed to the back of the plane. The black dots in my vision were getting worse and I was so tired. I was getting even more tired. I grabbed the backs of people's seats as I stood up. I didn't even notice until later that I think the people were actually leaning forward in their seats for me to grab the backs. The black dots were getting thicker and I couldn't even hear muffles anymore.
And then I was dreaming. I was asleep, in a nice comfortable place. Finally asleep, right where I needed to be. It felt so good! I heard muffled voices. They were saying things like, "Is she okay?" "I think she passed out!" "Somebody check her pulse!" "Did she faint?"
Who fainted? I'm an EMT! I can help! Who passed out!? Maybe I should help them. I tried to open my eyes. I was looking up into about eight people's faces from the floor of the aisle of the plane. Everyone was staring at me. I couldn't believe it. I was so comfortable here. This was a dream. I closed my eyes again, but the voices continued.
This can't be happening! It can't be real! I'm dreaming. I'll wake up any second. My eyes fluttered open again. Through the black dots I heard more muffled whispers. It slowly but surely occurred to me that this was reality. I was seriously on the floor of a plane passed out.
I started to stand up. The sound was coming back better and better. My vision was getting better. I sat up and the stewardess was right there beside me. I walked back to my seat and sat down. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Then a thought occurred to me. "I'm fine!" I told them. "Don't let them turn the plane around! I'm fine. I promise, I'm totally fine! We have to go to Denver!"
The stewardess assured me they wouldn't land the plane and then asked if I wanted oxygen. I at first said no, but she brought it anyway. As soon as she forced the non-rebreather over my face I felt better. "It happens all the time, dear." She assured me.
Everyone was still staring at me. The guy beside me asked if this happened before. Nope. I kind of have brown outs, but I've never actually gone all the way to the floor. I offered to hold the oxygen tank so the stewardess didn't have to stand there, but for some reason she didn't trust me. So the guy across the aisle had to hold it.
After I started feeling better it occurred to me just how embarrassing the situation was. It was a small plane and I swear every single eye was on me, including the one and only stewardess. The stewardess came back a few minutes later and told me that after we landed they wanted me to stay on the plane a little longer to get me checked out by some medical personnel. "It's local protocol. Do you want me to see if there's a doctor on board now?"
"No, it's fine. Really, I feel fine. It's okay."
I don't even know why she was asking me these questions because she then got up and said over the loudsystem of the plane, "If there's a doctor on board, please press your call button now." I heard about four "dings." I turned around to see the lights coming on one by one. The guy sitting across the aisle and back one seat had hit his button. He came out into the aisle. He told me he was an ER trauma doctor and asked me some questions. He eventually decided it wasn't super serious, recommended I see a doctor when I get home, and went back to his seat.
The lady in front of me turned around. "You're traveling alone?" She said, obviously overhearing our conversation. Her eight year old daughter kept staring at me between the seats. "Yes." I told her. "Well, you have to promise me you'll call your mom as soon as you get off the plane. I have two daughters... and... I just... I feel so bad for your mother not being here right now. Just be sure to call her, okay?" "Yeah, I'm planning on it. It's fine though." Inside my head I was thinking, "Yeah, I'm gonna call her but she probably won't even believe me. It took me long enough laying on the floor to believe me!"
The man to my right turned to me again. "Feeling better?" He asked. "Yeah. The oxygen's really helping." Although every time I removed the non-rebreather from my face to talk I started getting dizzy and sick feeling again.
"You know," he went on, "I was on a plane once where someone had an emergency like that. But after we landed, they actually let that guy get off first instead of having to wait for everyone else to leave. I wonder if they'll do that for you too."
"Yeah, I hope not. I'm already embarrassed enough and I'd feel bad making you guys wait..."
He just smiled. The stewardess already told me that I'd be the one waiting. And my connecting flight wasn't for about an hour and a half so I had time.
The plane eventually landed and came to a stop. Everyone got up and starting getting their luggage and such. I turned to the guy beside me and said that I'd let him out as soon as I could get into the aisle. Then the loudspeaker came on again.
"Will everyone please take their seats for just a moment."
Everyone sat down again surprisingly fast. Then about four EMTs rushed on board and asked hurriedly, "Where's the victim?"
I wanted to melt into the ground. Actually, I half wanted to turn around and look expectantly behind me for whoever they were looking for. Unfortunately, every eye on the plane was still on me and I was the one holding the oxygen tank with a bright yellow cup strapped to my face.
I grabbed my bag as they rushed me off the plane. I chuckled to myself as we passed two wheelchairs and a stretcher as we hurried down the hall into the airport. Seriously? I passed out, I didn't have a heart attack! The main EMT guy I was with asked if I wanted a wheelchair. I told him no and he actually listened to me. We sat down at one of the chairs and soon after, everyone else started filing off the plane.
After making sure I had time before my next flight he explained that they had to do some tests and work for legal reasons. They took my vitals and even did an EKG scan on me. After asking me a ton more questions he apparently decided things looked pretty normal. He asked if I wanted a ride to my next gate. I said no, I'd be fine. I figured getting my blood circulating by walking would be good. He made me promise that I would tell someone if I felt the slightest bit woozy again and told me the only requisite for allowing me to walk to my next gate was if I promised not to collapse.
I was still really shaky and my muscles were beginning to ache. But I didn't think I was going to puke. I think it was at that time that I noticed I never even made it to the bathroom. Actually, as the guy in the aisle across from me told me, I didn't even make it four feet.
Anyway, so if anyone was wondering, in order to make sure you're the first passenger off an airplane, you have to get sick, have a heart attack, or faint. But, you have to realize that you'll be kept for questions for about ten minutes after wards, so I wouldn't necessarily recommend it. Oh, and also it's highly embarrassing to faint in public.
And if you're wondering I feel fine now. I think it was just a lot of stress and the lack of sleep and food and I had just finished finals and cleaning for white glove and hadn't eaten real food in like a week and was excited to come home and just a pile of things like that all creeping up at me at once. I did fine through my next two planes flights. Felt a little sick, tired, and shaky, but that was all.
The end. :)
Well, I got on the plane feeling fine. We took off, one of my favorite parts of the ride. We were in the air. I started feeling sick. Really really sick. I grabbed the barf bag and looked at it. I felt sicker. I pulled out my tray thing and rested my head on it after putting the barf bag back in the pocket. My ears started going all weird. As if they were inside a bubble... everything sounded muffled. I vaguely noticed the stewardess making her way down the aisle with drinks. My ears were now muffled worse and I started seeing black spots... not to mention I kept pulling out the barf bag, certain I'd puke and then putting it back in the seat, determined to not need it.
The stewardess got to me. I was in the aisle seat. There was a man in the window seat to my right. I heard her ask through my muffled ears if I wanted a drink. I tried to say water... I'm not sure anything came out. "Do you need water, you said?" "No. No... actually... just.... bathroom!" I was trying really hard to talk. The man to my right looked at me, "You don't look so good..." "Bathroom!" I said again. "Where's the bathroom?"
The stewardess pulled her cart out of the way and pointed to the back of the plane. The black dots in my vision were getting worse and I was so tired. I was getting even more tired. I grabbed the backs of people's seats as I stood up. I didn't even notice until later that I think the people were actually leaning forward in their seats for me to grab the backs. The black dots were getting thicker and I couldn't even hear muffles anymore.
And then I was dreaming. I was asleep, in a nice comfortable place. Finally asleep, right where I needed to be. It felt so good! I heard muffled voices. They were saying things like, "Is she okay?" "I think she passed out!" "Somebody check her pulse!" "Did she faint?"
Who fainted? I'm an EMT! I can help! Who passed out!? Maybe I should help them. I tried to open my eyes. I was looking up into about eight people's faces from the floor of the aisle of the plane. Everyone was staring at me. I couldn't believe it. I was so comfortable here. This was a dream. I closed my eyes again, but the voices continued.
This can't be happening! It can't be real! I'm dreaming. I'll wake up any second. My eyes fluttered open again. Through the black dots I heard more muffled whispers. It slowly but surely occurred to me that this was reality. I was seriously on the floor of a plane passed out.
I started to stand up. The sound was coming back better and better. My vision was getting better. I sat up and the stewardess was right there beside me. I walked back to my seat and sat down. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Then a thought occurred to me. "I'm fine!" I told them. "Don't let them turn the plane around! I'm fine. I promise, I'm totally fine! We have to go to Denver!"
The stewardess assured me they wouldn't land the plane and then asked if I wanted oxygen. I at first said no, but she brought it anyway. As soon as she forced the non-rebreather over my face I felt better. "It happens all the time, dear." She assured me.
Everyone was still staring at me. The guy beside me asked if this happened before. Nope. I kind of have brown outs, but I've never actually gone all the way to the floor. I offered to hold the oxygen tank so the stewardess didn't have to stand there, but for some reason she didn't trust me. So the guy across the aisle had to hold it.
After I started feeling better it occurred to me just how embarrassing the situation was. It was a small plane and I swear every single eye was on me, including the one and only stewardess. The stewardess came back a few minutes later and told me that after we landed they wanted me to stay on the plane a little longer to get me checked out by some medical personnel. "It's local protocol. Do you want me to see if there's a doctor on board now?"
"No, it's fine. Really, I feel fine. It's okay."
I don't even know why she was asking me these questions because she then got up and said over the loudsystem of the plane, "If there's a doctor on board, please press your call button now." I heard about four "dings." I turned around to see the lights coming on one by one. The guy sitting across the aisle and back one seat had hit his button. He came out into the aisle. He told me he was an ER trauma doctor and asked me some questions. He eventually decided it wasn't super serious, recommended I see a doctor when I get home, and went back to his seat.
The lady in front of me turned around. "You're traveling alone?" She said, obviously overhearing our conversation. Her eight year old daughter kept staring at me between the seats. "Yes." I told her. "Well, you have to promise me you'll call your mom as soon as you get off the plane. I have two daughters... and... I just... I feel so bad for your mother not being here right now. Just be sure to call her, okay?" "Yeah, I'm planning on it. It's fine though." Inside my head I was thinking, "Yeah, I'm gonna call her but she probably won't even believe me. It took me long enough laying on the floor to believe me!"
The man to my right turned to me again. "Feeling better?" He asked. "Yeah. The oxygen's really helping." Although every time I removed the non-rebreather from my face to talk I started getting dizzy and sick feeling again.
"You know," he went on, "I was on a plane once where someone had an emergency like that. But after we landed, they actually let that guy get off first instead of having to wait for everyone else to leave. I wonder if they'll do that for you too."
"Yeah, I hope not. I'm already embarrassed enough and I'd feel bad making you guys wait..."
He just smiled. The stewardess already told me that I'd be the one waiting. And my connecting flight wasn't for about an hour and a half so I had time.
The plane eventually landed and came to a stop. Everyone got up and starting getting their luggage and such. I turned to the guy beside me and said that I'd let him out as soon as I could get into the aisle. Then the loudspeaker came on again.
"Will everyone please take their seats for just a moment."
Everyone sat down again surprisingly fast. Then about four EMTs rushed on board and asked hurriedly, "Where's the victim?"
I wanted to melt into the ground. Actually, I half wanted to turn around and look expectantly behind me for whoever they were looking for. Unfortunately, every eye on the plane was still on me and I was the one holding the oxygen tank with a bright yellow cup strapped to my face.
I grabbed my bag as they rushed me off the plane. I chuckled to myself as we passed two wheelchairs and a stretcher as we hurried down the hall into the airport. Seriously? I passed out, I didn't have a heart attack! The main EMT guy I was with asked if I wanted a wheelchair. I told him no and he actually listened to me. We sat down at one of the chairs and soon after, everyone else started filing off the plane.
After making sure I had time before my next flight he explained that they had to do some tests and work for legal reasons. They took my vitals and even did an EKG scan on me. After asking me a ton more questions he apparently decided things looked pretty normal. He asked if I wanted a ride to my next gate. I said no, I'd be fine. I figured getting my blood circulating by walking would be good. He made me promise that I would tell someone if I felt the slightest bit woozy again and told me the only requisite for allowing me to walk to my next gate was if I promised not to collapse.
I was still really shaky and my muscles were beginning to ache. But I didn't think I was going to puke. I think it was at that time that I noticed I never even made it to the bathroom. Actually, as the guy in the aisle across from me told me, I didn't even make it four feet.
Anyway, so if anyone was wondering, in order to make sure you're the first passenger off an airplane, you have to get sick, have a heart attack, or faint. But, you have to realize that you'll be kept for questions for about ten minutes after wards, so I wouldn't necessarily recommend it. Oh, and also it's highly embarrassing to faint in public.
And if you're wondering I feel fine now. I think it was just a lot of stress and the lack of sleep and food and I had just finished finals and cleaning for white glove and hadn't eaten real food in like a week and was excited to come home and just a pile of things like that all creeping up at me at once. I did fine through my next two planes flights. Felt a little sick, tired, and shaky, but that was all.
The end. :)
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Disney Party!!
I was invited to a party tonight for people who were involved with Disney on campus. That's me! At first I almost didn't want to go because I doubted there were really a lot of students on this campus who worked in Disney World. But actually, there was a good thirty people there! It was great!
They had a Q&A session which was good for me because even though I've done the program before I still learned some things. Like the fact that while it doesn't count as an internship credit, it could count as a practicum credit for me. And I can be a campus rep next year and make money!
Most of it was a simple "mix and mingle" kind of deal. I had a nice conversation with this guy Denis who is going to be in Merchandise and when he heard that's where I worked he had a bunch of questions for me. I loved answering questions from people. It made me feel knowledgeable. But he asked one that I had a lot of trouble answering. He asked me, "What was the biggest thing you learned going down there?"
This was hard. If it were a college paper I could easily BS ten things that I "learned."
"Well, I learned a lot about how important diversity is. I learned how to provide magical moments for guests. I took a people management class and learned about managing people at Disney World. I learned to appreciate my superiors. Blah blah blah."
But this guy was seriously genuinely wanting to know if this was an experience where he could expect his life to be changed not only because of the fun he'd have, but because of how he'd learn and grow. It's harder for him to do the program because he's from Hong Kong, China. It's going to actually cost him money because he's an international student. So, what was the biggest thing I learned at Disney World?
I learned a ton of things. But the biggest would have to be that I got to not only learn, but see and experience how a Fortune 100 company runs from the inside out. I watched the organization of the company and how they kept up with checks and balances systems and did guest recovery and enforced their values that they as a company were trying to portray. I observed my managers and determined what worked with them and found what didn't work for some of them. I learned how important respect is within an organization and how respect ties everyone together. Respect for each other regardless of race or even personal issues is vital to running a smooth company and I learned how quickly people can (and maybe should) be booted out for a lack of respect whether it was for themselves or others.
Anyway, I won't stay on my soap box too long, but his question really got me thinking a lot. The party as a whole was fun. I'm super glad I went. And now I have loads of new thoughts and feelings running through my head.
The problem? I still have one exam left.
They had a Q&A session which was good for me because even though I've done the program before I still learned some things. Like the fact that while it doesn't count as an internship credit, it could count as a practicum credit for me. And I can be a campus rep next year and make money!
Most of it was a simple "mix and mingle" kind of deal. I had a nice conversation with this guy Denis who is going to be in Merchandise and when he heard that's where I worked he had a bunch of questions for me. I loved answering questions from people. It made me feel knowledgeable. But he asked one that I had a lot of trouble answering. He asked me, "What was the biggest thing you learned going down there?"
This was hard. If it were a college paper I could easily BS ten things that I "learned."
"Well, I learned a lot about how important diversity is. I learned how to provide magical moments for guests. I took a people management class and learned about managing people at Disney World. I learned to appreciate my superiors. Blah blah blah."
But this guy was seriously genuinely wanting to know if this was an experience where he could expect his life to be changed not only because of the fun he'd have, but because of how he'd learn and grow. It's harder for him to do the program because he's from Hong Kong, China. It's going to actually cost him money because he's an international student. So, what was the biggest thing I learned at Disney World?
I learned a ton of things. But the biggest would have to be that I got to not only learn, but see and experience how a Fortune 100 company runs from the inside out. I watched the organization of the company and how they kept up with checks and balances systems and did guest recovery and enforced their values that they as a company were trying to portray. I observed my managers and determined what worked with them and found what didn't work for some of them. I learned how important respect is within an organization and how respect ties everyone together. Respect for each other regardless of race or even personal issues is vital to running a smooth company and I learned how quickly people can (and maybe should) be booted out for a lack of respect whether it was for themselves or others.
Anyway, I won't stay on my soap box too long, but his question really got me thinking a lot. The party as a whole was fun. I'm super glad I went. And now I have loads of new thoughts and feelings running through my head.
The problem? I still have one exam left.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I Know It's Ridiculous
I just finished my Organizational Comm class. I actually came home sad that I'd never get to go there again. Yes, I know this is totally abnormal and I promise to never feel this way again. But seriously, that was the best class and the best teacher I have ever taken in my entire life. I wasn't the only student who thought this, too. I'm really gonna miss that teacher and the students and the crazy activities that the teacher made us do to screw with our minds.
Kay, well, moving on. I also turned in my Practicum paper and worked on my Visual Media portfolio. As of this time tomorrow I'll have completed three more classes and have only one left for Thursday. Things are moving well!
After Friday I'll have to pack as much of my life as I can into a single suitcase which I will be living out of for the next ten days. I have some friends who have offered me houses, but somehow I'll be providing my own food for that time. That'll be tough seeing as how it's hard to pack all my dishes and cookware and food and then have to move said food from fridge to fridge when I switch houses... or I could live on non-fridgefied/cook food like Oreos, cereal, and TV Dinners! I'm sure it'll all work out in the end. :)
Anyway, thought I'd throw out this update to further procrastinate my homework.
Kay, well, moving on. I also turned in my Practicum paper and worked on my Visual Media portfolio. As of this time tomorrow I'll have completed three more classes and have only one left for Thursday. Things are moving well!
After Friday I'll have to pack as much of my life as I can into a single suitcase which I will be living out of for the next ten days. I have some friends who have offered me houses, but somehow I'll be providing my own food for that time. That'll be tough seeing as how it's hard to pack all my dishes and cookware and food and then have to move said food from fridge to fridge when I switch houses... or I could live on non-fridgefied/cook food like Oreos, cereal, and TV Dinners! I'm sure it'll all work out in the end. :)
Anyway, thought I'd throw out this update to further procrastinate my homework.
Monday, April 5, 2010
What's Left?
In order of what I plan to finish first.
D&C-DONE!!!
Comm Practicum-Turn in final paper (printed and everything, just have to go talk to the teacher and turn it in)
Organizational Comm-Show up to class tomorrow in professional dress. Group, in class, final. Thank GOODNESS!
Mass Media-Final exam Wednesday at 11:30.
Spanish-Finish workbook/lab manual and then take final exam sometime between Wednesday and Thursday at 3:30
Visual Media-Fix final portfolio. Spend and document at least 2 hours worth of corrections. Reprint.
Humanities-In class presentation tomorrow. Final exam Thursday 7:45pm (YUCK!)
Who says 20 credits is hard?
Okay just kidding. I got lucky this semester. Really I feel sick when I think about my Visual Media class because while it doesn't look like it, that's a LOT of work that I have left to do. And studying for Mass Media and Humanities is a nightmare! Ugh! Good luck to me! It'll all be over in just three or four days (depending on how you count)!
*PS* I just reread this post. All the exclamation points in the previous paragraph just made me think of one of my English teachers last year. He told me that you never ever under any circumstances ever use more than one exclamation point per paper. I had included two in my paper when he was telling me this, however they were both in the same paragraph. Just thought it was funny cuz on here I can use 'em all I want!!!!!
D&C-DONE!!!
Comm Practicum-Turn in final paper (printed and everything, just have to go talk to the teacher and turn it in)
Organizational Comm-Show up to class tomorrow in professional dress. Group, in class, final. Thank GOODNESS!
Mass Media-Final exam Wednesday at 11:30.
Spanish-Finish workbook/lab manual and then take final exam sometime between Wednesday and Thursday at 3:30
Visual Media-Fix final portfolio. Spend and document at least 2 hours worth of corrections. Reprint.
Humanities-In class presentation tomorrow. Final exam Thursday 7:45pm (YUCK!)
Who says 20 credits is hard?
Okay just kidding. I got lucky this semester. Really I feel sick when I think about my Visual Media class because while it doesn't look like it, that's a LOT of work that I have left to do. And studying for Mass Media and Humanities is a nightmare! Ugh! Good luck to me! It'll all be over in just three or four days (depending on how you count)!
*PS* I just reread this post. All the exclamation points in the previous paragraph just made me think of one of my English teachers last year. He told me that you never ever under any circumstances ever use more than one exclamation point per paper. I had included two in my paper when he was telling me this, however they were both in the same paragraph. Just thought it was funny cuz on here I can use 'em all I want!!!!!
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Easter Sunday
I don't really have a lot to say. As always, I'm way ready for this semester to end. Less than a week left and we'll be done.
And less than a week left til I'm basically homeless. But it'll be cool. I'll have a place to stay.
We had a pretty good Easter Sunday today. It was just my roommate and I so it was possibly the loneliest one I've ever had. We have two other roommates, but they disappeared yesterday and never came home last night. They returned later on tonight, so don't worry, they're alive.
Alexis and I dyed eggs yesterday. We bought this cool tye-dye kit thing and we got a sparkles kit too. I wasn't a fan of the sparkles but the tye-dye thing was kind of cool. We also bought eggs and stuffed them with candy. I don't like jellybeans but we had to get them because really you can't have Easter Eggs without jellybeans.
We stuffed them with jellybeans, peanut butter M&Ms (my contribution) and starburst. There were 42 of them. But since it was only Alexis and I we didn't really have a good way to do an Easter Eggs hunt.
So while Alexis was in the shower I hurriedly his all 42 eggs this morning. She had to go through our apartment and find all 42. I was able to stump her on the last five or so. We ended up playing hotter/colder.
After that we realized that we had to eat the eggs we dyed. We had so much fun dying the eggs we didn't pay attention to the fact that we had 18 of them to eat. We had expected to eat them with our other two roomies, but since they disappeared it was up to us.
No, we did not eat 18 eggs today. But I've had eggs in every meal I've eaten today. We ate the "golden rod" and then deviled eggs for dinner. We still have about 7 or 8 left.
When you dye eggs and then peel them the white of the egg is actually colored. Pretty cool.
Anyway, so yes I know this was a super lame Easter. We watched General Conference and didn't really do anything else. Hopefully next year will be more fun.
In fact, I'm sure next semester will be more fun. And we'll have more people come over to our apartment. And we'll have more parties. And my roommates will be more spastic and fun and interesting. Pretty sure more of my friends from previous semesters and Disney have been to our apartment than the friends of all my roommates combined. And I'm not even that social!
Anyway, here's to looking forward to next semester!
And less than a week left til I'm basically homeless. But it'll be cool. I'll have a place to stay.
We had a pretty good Easter Sunday today. It was just my roommate and I so it was possibly the loneliest one I've ever had. We have two other roommates, but they disappeared yesterday and never came home last night. They returned later on tonight, so don't worry, they're alive.
Alexis and I dyed eggs yesterday. We bought this cool tye-dye kit thing and we got a sparkles kit too. I wasn't a fan of the sparkles but the tye-dye thing was kind of cool. We also bought eggs and stuffed them with candy. I don't like jellybeans but we had to get them because really you can't have Easter Eggs without jellybeans.
We stuffed them with jellybeans, peanut butter M&Ms (my contribution) and starburst. There were 42 of them. But since it was only Alexis and I we didn't really have a good way to do an Easter Eggs hunt.
So while Alexis was in the shower I hurriedly his all 42 eggs this morning. She had to go through our apartment and find all 42. I was able to stump her on the last five or so. We ended up playing hotter/colder.
After that we realized that we had to eat the eggs we dyed. We had so much fun dying the eggs we didn't pay attention to the fact that we had 18 of them to eat. We had expected to eat them with our other two roomies, but since they disappeared it was up to us.
No, we did not eat 18 eggs today. But I've had eggs in every meal I've eaten today. We ate the "golden rod" and then deviled eggs for dinner. We still have about 7 or 8 left.
When you dye eggs and then peel them the white of the egg is actually colored. Pretty cool.
Anyway, so yes I know this was a super lame Easter. We watched General Conference and didn't really do anything else. Hopefully next year will be more fun.
In fact, I'm sure next semester will be more fun. And we'll have more people come over to our apartment. And we'll have more parties. And my roommates will be more spastic and fun and interesting. Pretty sure more of my friends from previous semesters and Disney have been to our apartment than the friends of all my roommates combined. And I'm not even that social!
Anyway, here's to looking forward to next semester!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
April Fools
How pathetic of me to not write on April Fools Day!? I hardly even tried to fool people today because I knew everyone was expecting it. However, I did get my roommate with a story about how I was hit by a car this morning.
The weather, however, decided to play an April Fool's prank on us. Despite our 60 degree weather this past week and the snow completely melting away, it snowed all day long today. All. Day. Long. There's a good solid four or five inches on the ground now. Yeah, it was hard core snow. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT!?
In other news my roommate made a necklace for me. She asked me earlier if she made a necklace if I'd wear it. I know she's been really wanting to make one and she loves to make jewelry and she's good at it. It's a super cute necklace.
The semester ends exactly a week from today. I have three more exams just in my Spanish class. I swear this class kills me! How the heck does he expect us to take three exams in one week! Granted, we've been having weekly exams all semester long and they're only like 30 questions a piece but still!
I've finished all but one of my big papers and that one I'm over halfway through. Everything else should be tolerable. I'm already getting emails from my teachers next semester assigning out homework. What really drives me crazy is my teacher actually said in the email, "I recommend you finish this work within the next week. That way you're not too stressed over the break and first week of school."
Yeah. Right. As if finals aren't stressful enough. Thanks!
Anyway, that is all. My roommate's asleep and she's probably annoyed by my typing so I better go to bed. Goodnight!
The weather, however, decided to play an April Fool's prank on us. Despite our 60 degree weather this past week and the snow completely melting away, it snowed all day long today. All. Day. Long. There's a good solid four or five inches on the ground now. Yeah, it was hard core snow. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT!?
In other news my roommate made a necklace for me. She asked me earlier if she made a necklace if I'd wear it. I know she's been really wanting to make one and she loves to make jewelry and she's good at it. It's a super cute necklace.
The semester ends exactly a week from today. I have three more exams just in my Spanish class. I swear this class kills me! How the heck does he expect us to take three exams in one week! Granted, we've been having weekly exams all semester long and they're only like 30 questions a piece but still!
I've finished all but one of my big papers and that one I'm over halfway through. Everything else should be tolerable. I'm already getting emails from my teachers next semester assigning out homework. What really drives me crazy is my teacher actually said in the email, "I recommend you finish this work within the next week. That way you're not too stressed over the break and first week of school."
Yeah. Right. As if finals aren't stressful enough. Thanks!
Anyway, that is all. My roommate's asleep and she's probably annoyed by my typing so I better go to bed. Goodnight!
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