My god what a busy weekend.

Interview for the CA position went along swimmingly. I went to bed so early, I actually woke up before my alarm. To my surprise, but it really shouldn't have been, my roommate and suitemate were still awake. Sort of. It was about 6 in the morning. This is what happens when you have Fridays off. You stay up all night Thursday, sleep all day Friday (I came home to my roommate still in bed after I got back from Chinese. At 2:30 in the afternoon), then stay up all night Friday and repeat this until you crash into Sunday night. And skid painfully into the first few days of the week. Though my roommate seems to have that figured out as well, seeing as she doesn't start class until 3 on Mondays.

I have seen her power walking and almost sprinting across campus because she woke up late to it. And it isn't even that far from our dorms.

But I digress. The interview was so amazingly similar to Academic Decathlon (which I did for some time in high school) that I fell right into my routine. Nod, smile, firm handshake, crack a joke, tell a good anecdote, use the buzzwords, ask the right questions. If I don't get the job, kudos to whoever can beat me out of it. But I'm like 99% certain I won the position, now it's just a matter of my placement. Got back to my room, grabbed my homework, and left them all still snoring away blissfully. My roommate's current boyfriend was supposed to interview at the same time as me, but I guess he missed out. There were a surprising number of people who were absent, which just raises my certainty that I'm hired.


Wrote a paper very quickly before I had to dash off to Moderator Training for the local comic convention. I'm quite proud of that paper, never thought I'd enjoy this humanities class so much, glad I got an awesome professor. He's the one who makes you excited about things you had never really given much thought to. Like how the ancient greeks totally knew the earth was a sphere and the exact radius of the earth. A guy, using basic geometry and a hired walking tape measure, was able to calculate it to within one percent of what we know it as today. How is that not mind bogglingly astounding? My mind was boggled, and this particular paper was about Galileo. Perfect.

Moderator training was a blast. Even though it was my first time, there were several other new people there, and we just sort of dove in. Sort of similar to 'Whose Line is it Anyway', there is a nonsensical point system in place that kind of has rewards. If you wear a nerdy T-shirt, 100 points. Make a reference, 10 points. Make one of the instructors laugh so hard he nearly chokes on his water bottle, 1000 points. I'm gonna win this game so hard, it's gonna hurt. We were regaled of horror stories of troublesome crowds, which were hilarious, troublesome guests (which I am under contract to not gossip about, sadly), and troublesome volunteers. The last one was a little sad; why would you screw up an opportunity like that? Some of the more serous offenders were banned from even visiting the convention. I can't even fathom not going. It's like one of the biggest highlights of my year every year.

And today: homework. Lots of it. It's not so much that I don't do it in a timely fashion, though my procrastination certainly contributes, it's just that my teachers don't assign anything too terribly early, and when they do every single one of them assign at the same time. Can we make a motion so that different subjects are due on different days? Sciences can be due Mondays, humanities on Tuesdays, labs on Wednesdays, etc etc. I think that would definitely help streamline my work load, and I could plan my week accordingly. Plus, the teachers would be able to be stricter on due dates, since it was clear from the first day of school when homework would be turned in. I like this idea, I don't know about anyone else, though.

But so far, that's all I have to report. Another long week, though without anything too major happening, so hopefully it'll be nice and easy to get through. My post-it note to-do list never seems to get shorter, but I'm gonna try and make a dent in it tonight. Wish me luck.

Honestly, how many life skills do these kids not posses? This morning there was a fire drill, because someone couldn't coo food properly. They made cinnamon buns in the lounge kitchen, which went just fine. But they put the used pans back into the oven and forgot to turn it off, incinerating the leftovers and setting off the alarms. It wasn't the first time. Another person burned popcorn a few weeks ago.

Just last week I found an entire egg crate pad for a bed shoved into a washer machine. The lid wouldn't shut at all, and the pad was streaked with blue as though someone had poured soap all over it. Why can nobody do anything without being so helpless? I can see it right in my own bathroom, when I walk in to see these things:

What is this? When you finish the roll, you replace it. Common courtesy.

Okay, I can see you've gotten a new roll, but that isn't replacing it. Seriously, you've already gotten it from the pack, you might as well put it on the holder.

Closer, but I think you may have missed something there.

 Seriously, I'm glad we've managed to stop the elves, but take some responsibility. How hard is it for these kids to grow up? There's a very distinct line in my room between where Ramesh has her stuff strewn and my nearly spotless half. I'm not saying I'm the cleanest person, but at least I have some semblance of organization on my side. It's the same in the bathroom. Meredith and I have signed for next year to share a suite, but I'm going to be in my own room. I can't wait.

Well, I should probably be getting to bed soon, big interview tomorrow. Wish me luck, here's to hoping I get the one opening in the honors college, but if not, I suppose I could CA for the regular kids.

Oh, and I forgot to talk about my little fetish animals from the Christmas trip. Aren't they the coolest things ever? They get to sit up on that shelf and watch me as I try to convince myself it's time to get off the internet and start doing homework. I can feel them judging me.

They stare into my soul, and can see how unproductive I am.

All right, it's been a week since my last post, and what a busy week it's been.

First off, went home this weekend, partially for the Superbowl food and partially to keep adding to my hat inventory. And boy was the Superbowl food delicious. I bet if I learned to make the thing mom made, I'd be the most popular person in the dorms. It was really hard to be productive with my homework and hats when all I wanted to do was keep eating that dip.

Then coming back to school, everything got kicked off into a blur. Last night, we had mock interviews for the position I applied for, and it certainly was helpful. Not only is there an individual interview like what most people think of when they think of an interview, but there's also a group aspect where various interviewees are watched by the employers to see how well you work as both a leader and a member of a group. That's going to be on Saturday, but last night was a little more relaxed. Groups went well enough, thanks to my years of group work in high school classes and clubs. And thank you Academic Decathlon. When I got to my individual practice interview, my mentor was amazed at my answers.

I'm good at the interview game.

She told me that it was going to be perfect, and that if she was hiring, I'd be hired on the spot. That was certainly heartening, seeing as there are going to only be one or two openings in my category, unless I tell them that I'm okay with working in the non-honors dorms. I might do that, just to be on the safe side for the position. Of course, I was feeling good after last night, when my mentor told me that it was almost guaranteed.

Today was free pancake day at IHOP. Tristan and I went off to it, and surprisingly, for an IHOP so close to a college campus it was pretty moderately empty. We got in an out of there in an hour, maybe a little more, with plenty of time to head back to class. Classes were normal, just like every other day, and then later I went to a training for an overnight ambassador position that I may or may not get. It isn't because I won't be qualified, they just have more ambassadors than visitors coming. I met a few of my friends there, and we were talking about the previous night because most if not all the people there were applying to be a CA.

Remember how I mentioned feeling good about my chances. Well, one of my friends, Ian, told me he kept hearing them mention to everyone being interviewed how well they were doing. Well, dammit. If we were all doing great, how are we supposed to compete? Now I'm a little uncertain, but hopefully the nerves are gone by Saturday. Thanks, Ian, for ruining my hopes.

Now I'm just hoping to get through the week and rock the interview. Yay for jobs!