PumpkinIceCream

American Lit. Essay Status: Still not started.

However, Elise and Derek enlightened me upon probably the best thing ever to befall on the Wheaton Campus: Pumpkin Ice Cream. No joke- it's amazing. At first I was an unbeliever. As much as I love fall- pumpkin flavored things are not my favorite. I reluctantly tried and had a surreal life-as-a-cartoon-moment where you see sparks and stars and nearly melt away with happiness.

Needless to say, Elise Dan and I finished off the barrel and my mouth is kind of burning from the cinnamon.

Windstorm!

Apparently this is the strongest windstorm that Wheaton has seen in years. Go figure- we're in the Windy City and people are taking cover at thefirst signs of Fall weather.

Personally- I am loving it. Don't get me wrong, the summer weather has been a treat. Not very often do you you find yourself waking up to 75 degree weather in October (especially in Chicago). The downfall, however, is that the AC in the dorms have been turned off for a month. I'm fairly fed up with sweating- constantly- and waking up to the suffocatingly hot temperature of 100

defreakingrees. My roommate, Elise, and I have been dyyyyyyiiiiiinnnnnngggggg for weeks.

So this delightful breeze is more than welcome at the moment. The whole day I have been basking in the gloomy, overcast clouds, the random rain storms, the beautiful leaves that fly through the air and hit me in the face.

Oh you think i'm kidding? Nah man. I'm for realz. I love it. I literally have been watching the skies for Mary Poppins all day. Nothing makes this week of midterms, papers, RA applications, and elementary students who can not for the life of them remember that 10-6

=4 better than imagining Julie Andrew swooping down and scooping me up. We could float away from everything and linger over campus, dropping water balloons on unsuspecting students and giggling at the Wheaton Wierdos. We sing away our stress and how our problems melt away with just a spoonful of sugar.

Instead this is me---->a hot mess holding on by the threads. hair turned into a rat nest of tangles, leaves stuck to her face, and mud covering her shoes.

But a girl can hope- right?

3 months later.....

I knew this would happen. Predictable failure.

But I'm back for now! huzzah!

And truthfully just fiddling around to avoid writing an essay for American Lit.

I dread that class. Not because of the professor or the material, but because of my classmates. Who are great people- but brilliant. Which, truth be told, can be a buzzkill. I actually had a dream earlier in the year that one of these brilliant scholars came up to me and told me that I WAS BRILLIANT!

Contain your excitement because I woke up to reality. He most likely has no opinion of me whatsoever seeing as how I sit in the back of the class, frantically writing down everything he is saying so that I feel somewhat prepared for the midterm. I'm fine with that. I'm sure he'll go on to be a genius who changes the face of world somehow and then I can falsely say- "He called me brilliant....once. in a dream" *whispered so they actually couldn't hear the last part but so that I can be morally secure for not lying.