- The 13th Chair
UNLESS THEY RIP IT OUT AND REPLACE IT WITH A WEIGHT ROOM FOR THE JOCKS. *my tears*
Same goes for the orchestra room…
I want to have a no-commitment gym membership because I actually like the gym atmosphere. The feeling of creating my own routine, having a variety of things to do and goals to reach for. I like having everything in one place. That’s why I loved the “free” gym on campus last year. And my body changed, noticeably.
It’s been almost three weeks since I did my “normal” routine and I’m really feeling it. I’ve started to do other exercises at home that don’t involve cardio but it’s not cutting it, for me.
I want to join a gym. But even the one that seems to be the “cheapest” is still a little more than I want to spend.
The problem is that there’s only one place that I know of where I would feel totally safe to run by myself. If I felt better about it and convinced myself that I actually AM self-aware in situations like this, I WOULD run on the Canal during the daytime. I might try it next week.
I’m just so very cheap and don’t want to spend money just yet when I need it for gas. I drive A LOT right now, and I will keep driving a lot until my summer classes are over after the middle of June.
When did I suddenly get so body-conscious? I mean, really.
Time for Three sent me a follower request on Twitter and I got ridiculously excited even though they know me in person and all. We’re not BFFs but all the same, they recognize me as that violist who went to Perry Meridian High School and that’s kind of neat.
I don’t know. Fangirling. :)
There are fewer things that feel better than that feeling on Thursdays knowing that class won’t be till Monday.
Yeah, I have a class tonight, but it’s not German. It’s a happy class, an engaged class. My kind of class. :)
It’s crawlin’ back up with a 2.8 and I am not mad in the least.
It’s funny, but the topic of grades always seems to make me realize just how “off” I am on the wavelength that so many other people seem to be on.
Not long ago, one of my friends made a comment on here that even SHE admitted to being a little narcissistic. It went something along the lines of “I don’t understand how ANYBODY can be okay with a GPA below 3.0. I mean, if I don’t get a 3.5 I want to jump off a cliff. How can you allow it get that low and be okay with it?”
Knowing this girl in real life and being a very dear friend to her (at least I HOPE that’s the case!) for such a long while, I can understand where she’s coming from. Her home life has conditioned her to have a very academic and perfectionist sort of mindset. There’s nothing wrong with being academic and there’s nothing wrong with having a 3.5 GPA.
I just sometimes feel like the two don’t always coincide.
I consider myself an academic and I have a 2.8 GPA. I didn’t do well my first year of college and now, like so many of us out there, I have to pick it back up to…I don’t know, keep my scholarships and/or a certain amount of pride. (although my scholarships are no longer quite in danger since it’s above a 2.5 and I plan on keeping it that way)
I never got pride in getting the honor roll no matter where I was, elementary school or high school. I never thought myself to be better than anybody else because I got all A’s and B’s. In fact, when I got all A’s and B’s, I asked myself if I really LEARNED anything…or if I was simply good at memorizing data or turning in papers on time or knowing how to do things “right” in a way that pleased the system.
To me, grades don’t determine anything.
What you learn determines everything. And sometimes you just can’t wrap your head around something the first time.
And sometimes you don’t like asking for help, or having a tutor.
Sometimes you can love to learn but still suck at tests.
Sometimes you can be amazing in one area and mediocre everywhere else.
And guess what.
It’s perfectly okay.
I’m not upset with where I’m going. I’m going up.