I hate writing papers. I love thinking and talking and brainstorming and musing and being all hypothetical. But when time for talk is up... I get stuck.
My current status: Cornell, basement, private room, Robin Thicke via Estelle radio, bland piece of gum, and a paragraph and an outline into a 3-5 page paper.
I know, I know. By this point in time, that is 4th semester at Swarthmore College, I should be able to pop that out. And I can. And I will. But now, I am stuck in the introduction-- which is always the longest part in my writing process.
What else can I talk about while I procrastinate, I mean, wait for that epiphany? Oh. Today, in Sharples, I realized that whenever I think to myself (or say out loud) that I am confused, what I really think/mean is that the opposite party is stupid, or lacking in Something.
Why such the bold statement? I usually have a handle on my environment. I mean I tend to zone out sometimes... but, shit. Who doesn't? And when I do lose touch a little bit, it is usually in the comfort and company of my closest friends. Not when I am interacting with complete strangers, as so many of my Swattie peers seem to love to do.
See, this is where the stupid comes in. I honestly wonder how some people got into Swarthmore without the mastery of some basic communication skills. I mean, you need those, right? To learn? Because learning is a dynamic exchange, right? That requires communication.... right?
Showing posts with label social ineptitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label social ineptitude. Show all posts
Sunday, February 8, 2009
So So Not Looking Forward To Waking Up
Well, of course! I want to see the next day. Stop being dramatic. Gosh.
Here's the thing. I hope that I wake up to see another day. That is without a question. But the content of the day. That is what gets me.
Let me break it down to the non-Swatties/ Swatties living in an alternate Swat world. Though I will lay my head down to a hopefully restful sleep, when I rise, so do the to do lists, so do the readings, so do the papers. So does study abroad, so does the sophomore plan, so does the amount of work I did not do, so does the fact that I should be asleep right now.
This is what Swatties forget in all their pursuits to have a good time. This is why a social life is so crucial to sanity here. It's tied to all that other heavy shit that I just mentioned. Your social life needs to be on point. Think about it as the extra credit that will help you better grade. Because without it, you are not as good as you know you can be (mentally, academically, physically... that shit effects everything).
And back to the purpose of this blog. Back to being so so serious. If you are an awkward ass Swattie, completely devoid of any social skills what so ever. This is why you annoy me. That sad excuse for human interaction does count as a part of a social life. And they way you handled any situation slowly ruins it (Seriously,... that was a major stress of mine freshman year).
I do not know if you are just really fucking awkward, or that your usual social offness peaks when you are in the presence of an unapologetic, dark-skinned, fucking tall ass, black womyn that is not your maid. Whichever it is, GET OVER IT. I mean, seriously. If you can try to be post-racial than you can certainly attempt post-awkward.
Here's the thing. I hope that I wake up to see another day. That is without a question. But the content of the day. That is what gets me.
Let me break it down to the non-Swatties/ Swatties living in an alternate Swat world. Though I will lay my head down to a hopefully restful sleep, when I rise, so do the to do lists, so do the readings, so do the papers. So does study abroad, so does the sophomore plan, so does the amount of work I did not do, so does the fact that I should be asleep right now.
This is what Swatties forget in all their pursuits to have a good time. This is why a social life is so crucial to sanity here. It's tied to all that other heavy shit that I just mentioned. Your social life needs to be on point. Think about it as the extra credit that will help you better grade. Because without it, you are not as good as you know you can be (mentally, academically, physically... that shit effects everything).
And back to the purpose of this blog. Back to being so so serious. If you are an awkward ass Swattie, completely devoid of any social skills what so ever. This is why you annoy me. That sad excuse for human interaction does count as a part of a social life. And they way you handled any situation slowly ruins it (Seriously,... that was a major stress of mine freshman year).
I do not know if you are just really fucking awkward, or that your usual social offness peaks when you are in the presence of an unapologetic, dark-skinned, fucking tall ass, black womyn that is not your maid. Whichever it is, GET OVER IT. I mean, seriously. If you can try to be post-racial than you can certainly attempt post-awkward.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
So So Deserved
A good time. Free of work. Free of emails. Free of the things that tend to crush your soul here at Swarthmore. And it was well deserved.
It was well needed.
By now, my fourth semester here at Swarthmore, I've realized something about the key to having a good time here (when concerning parties).
1. Do not go for the drinks. They are poorly mixed.
2. Do not go for the music. It is out-of-date, random, and not what you should dance to.
3. Do not go past 12:30am, unless you are 1. very inebriated, so you can block out the 2. extreme awkward making out/sex on the dance floor 3. down with number 2
So why go out at all?
1. To have a stress free time with my closest friends.
2. To look fucking awesome for my own joy and that of my closest friends.
3. To dance in public... because the space in my room can be kind of limited sometimes.
Lessons Learned:
The joy of Swarthmore is in the people. Note that when I discuss the perils of Swarthmore, it's the wierdos. Note that when I talk about the awesomeness of Swat (which won't happen on this blog too much) it's my peeps.
If you had a camera tonight... don't forget to put pictures up on facebook!!!
It was well needed.
By now, my fourth semester here at Swarthmore, I've realized something about the key to having a good time here (when concerning parties).
1. Do not go for the drinks. They are poorly mixed.
2. Do not go for the music. It is out-of-date, random, and not what you should dance to.
3. Do not go past 12:30am, unless you are 1. very inebriated, so you can block out the 2. extreme awkward making out/sex on the dance floor 3. down with number 2
So why go out at all?
1. To have a stress free time with my closest friends.
2. To look fucking awesome for my own joy and that of my closest friends.
3. To dance in public... because the space in my room can be kind of limited sometimes.
Lessons Learned:
The joy of Swarthmore is in the people. Note that when I discuss the perils of Swarthmore, it's the wierdos. Note that when I talk about the awesomeness of Swat (which won't happen on this blog too much) it's my peeps.
If you had a camera tonight... don't forget to put pictures up on facebook!!!
Friday, February 6, 2009
To the Woman in Sharples Who Cut Through Me and My Friends As We Were Having a Conversation:
You are rude. What is the matter with you? Was it Swarkwardness? Are you simply socially inept? Or did you see (or not see) a bunch of black womyn and thought your path would be cleared for you? Rude.
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