We're gonna play a game...

Disclaimer: This is another one of my many life crisis posts. I'll get over it soon enough. Sorry.


Its called tell CarolAnn what to do with her life.

I really do enjoy having the ability to chose what I want to do with my life. I appreciate the fact that I have complete control over my future and what my life will hold but honestly sometimes I wish that I could give that power to someone else.

Sometimes I wish that I could give a blood sample and the computer would tell me what I was destined to become because sometimes, I can't handle the stress of choosing on my own.

I am really excited to major in psychology and am even more excited to explore the options of evolutionary anthropology but then I think that perhaps I'm better suited for genetics, or neuroscience, or music, or a plethora of other major options.

What I think it all comes down to is my sense of stability and even though I feel that I will be fine majoring in these fields, there is such a sense of the unknown and in this economy the unknown looks mighty grim.

I worry that the major decisions I make today will have my living off of my parents tomorrow.

World - 1 CarolAnn - 0

Yada yada yada Rutgers is great. Yada yada yada yes Ms Daken, you told me so. Blah Blah Blah. Fine, I admit it the world wins and I lose.

The actual meaning behind this post is that I am an OFFICIAL student blogger of Rutgers and if you all are so inclined to read my posts they can be read here:
http://admissions.rutgers.edu/BLOGS/STUDENTS/post/2010/08/30/Hellllooooooo!!!!!.aspx

I am contracted to write a post as week and will also post a link to them on this so that you guys can read all about my Rutgers life - because after all, I know you're interested.

I hope that school and life in general is moving just as swimmingly for all of you as it is for me =]

R-U RAH-RAH!

R-U RAH-RAH
OO-Rah OO-Rah Rutgers-Rah
Up Stream Red Team, Red Team Up Stream
Rah-Rah- Rutgers Rah
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yONlrzRDRjw

Its strange to think that this time last year I was traveling six hours north for college and this year I'm driving one hour south. As excited as I am, its weird to kinda be somewhere in the middle between the doe-eyed freshman and the callused upper-classmen - I'll figure it out soon enough though. Everyone I've ever spoken to who was acquainted with Rutgers loved it so I am sure that I will do the same.

So far things look perfect:

My parents don't seem to mind my major change.
I'm really excited for my classes - all of them.
As far as I know my roommate seems really great (maybe we'll actually talk this year, crazy right?).
I'm auditioning for the choirs on the 31st.
I have an idea of what I want to get involved in.
I am an official Rutgers Student Blogger (I'll post a link later).
And I have a paying job doing something that I don't think I'll detest.

I just worry that all of this looks perfect in my little fantasy world and won't actually work once I come crashing down to earth. We shall see.

My first task of Rutgers life is fitting everything I need into my little 2 door Honda Civic, because now since I'm so close to home my parents don't find it necessary to see me off. Here goes nothing.

I'm thinking:

Major in Behavioral Neuroscience, minor (or possible double major) in Evolutionary Anthropology.

Mom says "Make sure you can get a job". I say "I'm going to graduate school".

Really all I want to do is go to school forever.

Scary Writing

The scary thing about writing essays is that you never know what the professor wants.

I've had professors that say quoting is bad and others that say quoting is good. I've had professors that want me to to write like they never read the article and others want me to assume I have an intelligent audience. Writing styles are so subjective and I feel that just when I've figured it out, someone tells me to do something differently.

After getting critiques back on my first paper in my writing class I know what I have to change for the next paper but it's always scary to change my writing style - what if I lose me?

Loss of Wisdom

On Tuesday I had four teeth ground up and yanked from my skull. My wisdom teeth are out and I can officially say that I have less wisdom now then I did when they were in.

Why?

Well...

I had a paper due Thursday. The due date was kindly extended to Monday yet I just can't get around to writing it. I'm in a writing funk. I simply don't want to write.

Excuses used to not write the paper organized by date:
Friday (7/2) - Today is my day off, certainly I can not write on my day off.
Saturday (7/3) - I have to prepare recipes for a 4th of July BBQ and spend time with my family because soon I will have surgery and could possibly die.
Sunday (7/4) - It is a national holiday! Plus I have to make a cherry pie, biscuits, pasta salad and roasted broccoli. I am getting a kitten today, I can not be a good mother and write a paper at the same time.
Monday (7/5) - My father is off of work and I don't have class. Clearly I am not supposed to work today. The kitten is crying, I have to feed it. Look at how cute the kitten, awe. I am getting surgery tomorrow, I must enjoy my possible last day of life and make a peach and blueberry cobbler in order to show my family how much I love them.
Tuesday (7/6) - Surgery + Novocaine + Percocets= me trying to use American Sign Language to tell my mother that I can't feel my tongue (she doesn't sign at all and I can only spell)
Wednesday (7/7) - Pain
Thursday (7/8) - Pain + "Bethany's Getting Married?" marathon.
Friday (7/9) - Pain + "The City" marathon
Saturday 7/10) - I feel good today! Lets make pancakes and invite the Grandparents over for brunch! Awe look at how big my kitten has gotten I must cuddle with him. Hey my daddy's home from Utah! Pain, "The Office" Marathon.

I am going to be a mother.

But don't worry, I am not pregnant.

This is the newest member of out family:















Like any new mother, I had to show you baby pictures that no one but me finds cute.

Unlike new mothers, I'm going to ask you guys for help with names. He (?) is mostly grey with white on his belly face and paws, and he's an orphan...so use your smarts and think of whitty (or not so whitty) names for the little guy/girl.

Ready and Go!