“It's the bad days that make the good days seem better.”

Today was not a good day.It all started early this morning.  At 7:00 this morning, I heard some kind of alarm go off.  I thought it was like an alarm clock or something going on outside.  I tried to ignore it, but it kept going.  My roommate said it was the fire alarm.  I walked out into the hallway to see my floormates all still dressed in their night clothes with groggy looks on their faces and complaining about a fire alarm early in the morning. I was with them on that.
And so, all of the residents of Cabaniss Hall descending down the stairs and outside of the building where we were instructed to stand on the sidewalk.  It was a site to see: all of us standing in the early morning wearing pajamas, scarfs on heads, blankets wrapped around some people.  We all looked a hot mess. I bet the firefighters who came by to check the dorm got a good laugh in. But, hey, who would expect for us to look glamarous at 7 o'clock in the morning?
I was mad.  I had went to sleep fairly early (11:45 is early for me) and was not supposed to wake up until 8 o'clock.  I had a Biology exam today and needed some beauty rest before test time came, which was not until 3, but still...
So there I stood in my shorts and t-shirt, hair down in my face (I had to take that horrible looking scarf off before leaving the dorm), crust around my eyes and legs unshaven.  It should have been embarrassing to stand in front of all of those people looking like that but at that particular moment, I really did not care.  I was mad that thirty minutes of what could have been my sleep was wasted.  Hmmphh.

Now that was only the first part of my bad day.  The next story is the second.
The black sororities and fraternitites are hosting a lot of events for every day this week, all leading up to the Fall Block Step Show this Saturday (which I'm going to), which is also VCU's oldest tradition and the biggest step show in VA.
Anyway, today's event was a blood drive.  My friend asked me if I wanted to go and I said sure.  I have never given blood before, but decided that now is maybe my chance.  I mean, how bad could it be?
Bad!
So I met up with my friend and we went and waited a hour before finally being able to go get tested to see if we were eligible to donate blood.  My phone's battery was low, so I turned it off to save some juice before I went to get tested.  It took me only twenty minutes before I finally I got the green light.
I was directed to another line to wait in before officially donating some of my blood.  All of the chairs were taken so we had to wait until a group finished.  I looked around for my friend and did not see her. I kind of had a feeling that she could not donate blood, but figured she had already went in, even though we had both went to get tested at the same time.  I turn on my phone and see a text explaining that she couldn't donate blood.  She had left, leaving me alone to deal with a process I had never did before and had had many doubts about.
I was so mad and upset, I teared up!
What made it worst was that I had read a list saying that dizziness, vomitting, and fainting may occur.  An alarm went off in my head: I did not want to do it!
The line moved and I walked into the room where they took your blood.  They offered food and drinks before you donated your blood, which I took because they said the symtoms I mentioned earlier were likely to occur if you had not eaten or drinken enough before donating, and if you were tired or nervous. I fit into all of these categories, but I thought that I had to go through with it since I had came this far.
In the back in my mind, however, I prayed that I would get the strength and walk out of that horror room.
What I saw in front of me sealed the deal. 
A boy who was donating blood had threw up and passed out.  After that, I handed the bag to a lady and jetted out of there.
I got on the bus and listening to some upbeat music from my iPod to try and cheer me up from the anger I felt for going through something I didn't really want to do in the first place and the guilt from not finishing what I started. To my benefit, the music did help.

Tomorrow will be a better day; I know it :)

Me and Mr. President

Thursday, I stood in line for a hour and in the rain just to get a free ticket to see President Obama deliver a speech at the University of Richmond.  Not a big deal, right?

Friday, I left my dorm at 7:30 and arrived at the University of Richmond Robins Center around 8:00.  The long was ridiculously long and it took me a few minutes to walk all the way to the end (yeah, that's how long it was).  I stood in that long for two hours before finally being able to go in, where we were checked "ariport like security."  While standing in line though I was able to observe some of the people around me.  All you ever hear about on the news was how President Obama's approval rating had dropped to its lowest point.  Yet, looking at all of these people -about 9,000, according to an article- they all still believed in the man that promised a change almost four years ago.  There were people campaigning for him, telling us to vote for him in 2012.  Being from a redneck county, it was nice to have a change of scenery, to be around people who actually were with him and not agaisnt him. 

About 20 minutes before the President arrived.

 A high school student from Richmond Communty High School introduced the President.  The boy did a really good job with his introduction and he was really well spoken. 

When the President arrived, the people went CRAZY!!!
Oh, and ignore the guy whistling; he did that during the whole speech.  He was really annoying; he even tried to hit on me at one poin: EWWWWW get away from me you old perv!!!

This is the second time I have attended a rally from President Obama; I went to one in Newport News (about 40 minutes from my hometown) back before he was elected president.  So to see him as President - to even be in the same building as him- was a completely fantastic experience. He even referenced us college students, by saying that we need to hit the books.  We are now competing agaisnt students in Bangalore and Beijing and we can't avoid the math classes and engineering classes.  We have to focus and up our game.

He spoke about the bills he wants to pass and how he knows there are naysayers out there that expected him to get everything right that was wrong in a short span of time.  Stuff like that takes a while to pass.  President Obama has his head on straight and knows what he is doing; like a friend of mine said, he doesn't sugarcoat anything.  Give the man a break and stop badgering him  because of the color of his skin.  Gosh.

The Univeristy of Richmond had a beautiful campus, so I had to take pictures.  At first, I wished I had applied, then, after I picked up a brochure and looked at the tution, I was happy I didn't.  Tuition is 43, 000, NOT including room and board, which is an extra 9,000. 








On today, I went to mass for the first time while in Richmond.  The church is actually on VCU's campus, The Cathedral of the Sacred Heart.  And, adding up to its name, it's huge on the inside! And very beautiful.  I went on the right day (thanks to my grandma) because they played my favorite song "I Danced in the Morning" and had a dinner afterwards for VCU students.  I wasn't going to go to the dinner at first because I had some studying to do, but decided to go because a variety of foods sounded better than just a sandwich and chips for dinner.  I also figured that now I'm in college, I shouldn't let everything pass me by like I let it did back in high school, so I went for it. 

The dinner was really good (enchiladas, black beans and rice, salad, and a few dessert options.  The people were really nice and very funny.  Never have I met anymore nicer people on campus than today at the dinner.  After the dinner, we took a tour of the "house", the back part of the cathedral, which is just like its name- a house.  After the tour, a group of us just sat down and talked about our majors and other different stuff I can't remember. We even put together little candy bags for the open house this week. 

Overall, I really enjoyed my weekend, as you can tell. 

Today is also ten years of the day of the terroist attacks on the World Trade Center.  I watched the ceremonies on the news this morning, but it was too emotional so I went back and forth between my computer and the TV. 
This is the story that touched me the most. 
http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/upshot/boy-read-poem-13-grown-135446727.html

Psalm 46:1: "God is our refuge and strength."

Singing in the Rain? Um, no thanks

It's been raining for the past three days and it's supposed to continue to rain for the rest of the week.  Monday and Tuesday wasn't as bad as today though.  I left out of my dorm around 11:15 for my 12:00 class and was greeted with a down pour of rain.  Now, it wouldn't have been so bad if I had my umbrella.  Unfortunately, Irene (Hurricane) broke it when I was making the short walk from the cafeteria across the street from my dorm. 
Anyway, the downpour had stopped for a while and it turned into drizzle as the afternoon went on. At about 6:30, I had to go outside of my dorm to meet with my aunt before heading off to a SI session.  The downpour had started again and, on my way to my aunt's van, I stepped into a huge puddle.  Luckily, my shoes didn't get that wet.  However, on the way to the bus, I stepped into a river (literally) that I couldn't step around.  My shoes were SOAKED and as I continued walking, I could feel water squishing in my shoes.  Ewwwww!
So, tomorrow or sometime this weekend, I will have to invest in a a new raincoat, rainboots, and an umbrella.  Apparently, I'm not the only one because the bookstore that sells the cheapest rainboots ran out today.  Oh, joy.
My boot and socks, if you can tell, are soaking wet. (those socks are new and have been rubbing on my shoe, so my room isn't that dirty lol)

I also had an embarassing situation today, but it really wasn't that bad.  I had left out of my math class early and headed for my biology class, which started in like 15 minutes.  So I went inside of the building and, usually I can never tell where the right classroom was because the doors were open and always covered the sign with the room number on it.  Today, the door was open so of course I couldn't see the room number.  So I just stood outside of the classroom that I thought was the right one and figured I would peek behind the door once the class that was coming out of the classroom moved out of the way. 
I tend to have very forgetful moments.
I walked right into the classroom looking for a seat, like I never had doubt that that was the right classroom.  I found a seat in the back, got my pen and paper out, and put my glasses on.  I even got on Twitter while I waited for the professor, just minding my own business.
Next thing I know, the lights dim.  I just figured that the professor was doing something new today since he usually doesn't dim the lights during his lectures.
Then, when I glance up at the front of the classroom (actually, I should say lecture hall) I see a man I have never seen before.
I was hoping he was a subsitute, but I quickly wondered do they do that in college.  This wasn't high school.
He started talking about what sounded like Chemistry or something and then the realization hit me: I was in the wrong classroom. I had a thought to just stay there and pretend like I was in the right class so I wouldn't embarass myself, but decided that I needed to be in Biology class.  The beauty of being in a huge class and sitting in the back: I could walk out without a disturbance.
Ok, so my homework is finished and it is freezing in my room, so I am going to snuggle in my bed and watch some reality shows on my laptop.  Night ya'll :)