Sophomoric Musings

So far (and it is only the second day), living on campus as a second year is quite different than living on campus as a freshman. I'm not sure if I'd really say it is better, but I secretly might think so. I don't know if it's just because the housing is more like the way real people live, but that could be it. We now have a kitchen with an actual stove. I have more closet space than I know how to fill.

Also, it could be that I knew what to pack and what to expect this year, or it could be that we now have a rug in the bathroom.

There is something really comforting about stepping out of the shower onto a plush, green rug.

I wish there was more to say than this, but there isn't. I've got some nice room mates. We have a fish tank. My window has a nice view of the parking lot.

Back in '94

Somehow, I thought that my Antarctica thing started in high school. I can remember: It was Palm Sunday during my sophomore year, and I was flipping between "The Ten Commandments" on ABC and some special about the Endurance Expedition on PBS. That was the day I met Ernest Shackleton. *swoon*

Um. Right. However, before I came home for summer, my dad cleaned out the junk under my bed and found a notebook I had in the first grade. Mrs. Hicks did a unit on penguins and Antarctica, and there were several entries in my notebook (prompted of course) about those things.

I've been meaning to scan some and post them all summer, and I'm just now getting around to it. So here:


I gave up after that first reason... I guess the English conditional tense was just too much for me.

Man. That would be sweet.

Yes, it's true. Some penguins are in fact babies. I was so in tune with nature at that age.

It's funny because penguins are now decidedly not my reason for wanting to go to Antarctica, and back then, they were the only reason I could imagine. But, gosh, wasn't I cute?