Well hello there friends!
This week has been pretty fantastic and I’ve been meaning to write this post since Thursday but plans just kept getting in the way (I know, I know, having a life is just plain old exhausting, inconvenient, & all around terrible)
So, what have I been dying to tell you? Well let’s give you some backstory (did you really expect me to just cut right to the point?)
I transferred to the current university I’m studying at 2 years ago. I had researched to make sure the Anthropology department had an adequate curriculum, their website told me they did, their website lied. My first semester I took a theories class with Professor Ritchie. He was absolutely amazing! He really challenged us and made us work hard. Single handedly the best class I’ve ever taken, and surely my favorite professor ever. As it’s my last semester now, I figured it’d be nice to take one of his classes again.
On Thursday he had us work in groups. We discussed a movie we had watched and then answered a prompt. The group was responsible for having one student write it and turn it in. We had a great analysis written down, but the student that had written it left class with the essay and never turned it in. Luckily, I was packing up when he called for the essays and was able to bullet out our points and turn in that paper for full credit. Then the most awesomely, amazing, wonderful, thing happened: he spoke to me.
He asked what year I was, to which I replied senior. I told him about how I had taken his class when I had first arrived at my current school, and we both talked about how the lazy kids in class are both a nuisance but also comedic relief at times. Then *cue the sweet validation* he told me that I was one of the smartest students he’s ever taught. I almost exploded with happiness. It was like all my hard work had finally paid off, someone had finally taken notice. I could care less about my graduation date, I will forever think of that moment as my own personal graduation.
Here’s rare footage of my actual reaction:
I mean, here’s this no BS, hard ass teacher telling me I’ve done well. I’m still in shock, just…gimme a second to compose myself..
Then the week of pure bliss continued (I’m almost sort of disgusted by all this happy emotion stuff, so sorry for that)
I went to a friend’s show and won over a couple of people with my charming personality, but mostly my ability to make people laugh (Totally convinced most people dislike me so I use comedy to force them to love me). Which, by the way, comes in handy every so often. You can’t be mad at me if I can make you laugh.
Also, you are not allowed to judge my comedic abilities by reading these posts.
Back to pure bliss, after last night (show, winning people over, and endless loop of evil laughs) I woke up this morning and got to go to work. You may or may not remember that I work with primates, so I’ll tell you again. I work with primates. I got to feed and cuddle cute monkeys
Exhibit A:
I also found out that there’s a cute guy that works on the Sunday shift. He’s also funny, my ultimate weakness, so that might be fun.
Anyways, that’s my week of joy and happiness. I might post some more stuff this week so *cheesy voice* stay tuned. (I immediately regret typing that, but I won’t erase it so deal with it).
-See ya soon! Wait. I think it’s more appropriate I say something like: type at ya soon,
Jenny (:
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