Late to bed, Early to rise?

Doesn’t that Ben Franklin saying go something like: “Late to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise”? No, that doesn’t sound right, does it? Ohhhh, I see! There’s supposed to be more sleep in the first part of the phrase! Sleep is always something college kids want more of, right up there on the list with money, beer, and longer weekends. Now that I’m back at Springfield plugging away on my courses: five English classes and 1 Psychology; two work-study jobs: Print Shop & the Academic Success Center as a writing tutor; and various clubs and activities: Alden Street Review, Career Center Advisory Board, etc., I’ve gotten much less sleep than I did over break. I’ve had to replace my onesie uniform of gray sweatpants paired with a same-shade gray sweatshirt with actual clothes. Friends, if you ever hear me sleep-breathing in class, or witness me about to hit my head on the desk from exhaustion, please, I beg you, just slip a pillow beneath my face.

I really wish I could wake up in the morning looking as refreshed as this woman:

Doesn't look as if she's been stressing over 3 papers and 300 pages of reading over the weekend...

Ashamed, however, I have to report most mornings I look like this:

Or like this: (My roommate, Breann, just admitted to snapping this pic the other morning)…




What a welcome I’ve gotten since being back at Springfield!  So happy to be back with the friends and professors who made my first four semesters so enjoyable =)

Things I’ve missed (in no logical order):

  • Friendssss! =)
  • The five-minute walk anywhere instead of the 20 minutes on UL campus
  • Having thoughts interrupted by passing people I know on the way to class– much less lonely!
  • Feeling of pride, accountability and responsibility for my work in the Humanities Dept. and all the profs. there
  • Snooping through handouts/syllabi being printed at work
  • Excessive paper cuts as a result of the Print Shop, because can you ever have too many?!
  • People holding doors for anyone behind them within in eyesight, so they awkwardly have to hurry
  • Nerve-racking walk down the prominent Union stairs praying I don’t trip or drop anything
  • The love/hate relationship the campus shares with Cheney food
  • RAs telling me to be quiet at 10PM…………
  • Walking down the hall and only hearing either ESPN, the Kardashians, or Channel 3…
  • Being away from my shedding dog back home
  • Kind note left on my library workspace warning that my stuff could have been stolen, but wasn’t
  • Being the crazy book-carrying girl for 5 ENGL courses and a PSYC, but I love it =)

    Throwback to NSO!

Spring Semester 2012!!


What’s your technique to reach maximum relaxation? Does it involve heavily perfumed candles, dozing to the news before Jeopardy, yoga on Wii fit, or music? Mine is a combination of reading and sleeeeeping — which is basically what I’ve been doing all break (besides watching random, brain-killing reality shows and visiting with family and friends) =) Dad, Shan and I broke out our skis and went to Butternut yesterday for a fun day! My other big success was making my high score on the hottest new iPhone game “Temple Run”. Who knew how addictive it would be to watch an animated character leap over obstacles and out-run monkeys!?


Now it’s back to the grind at Springfield College, where it looks like I’ll be taking 5 English courses this semester – yikes! I’ll also be printing & copying my little heart out, earning myself a plethora of paper cuts and some low Massachusetts minimum wage! Breann and I spent all of last night putting our spatial awareness to the test as we rearranged our room, debunking and successfully putting all the dorm-style puzzle pieces into place. Didn’t have any more complications with move in, and now that I’ve got a key, it feels very official :)! I’m probably a bit too excited to be back at school, but I’m so happy to see friends I haven’t since May, and will enjoy the education system I’m used to! Cheers to Spring Semester 2012!!!

At first glance,

At first glance, her gaze appears focused on the novel her palms cradle, and occasionally the rustle of a turning page is heard. But don’t let her fool you with that stoic expression and those contemplating lips. Behind her eyes, there is a film that plays. A work of cinematic genius, the camera pans through memories like a flip book of faded pictures from their golden days.