a day in the life of a main campus golden flash

It’s 6 a.m. Your phone alerts you to a new text message and you bolt upright. Could it be? Classes cancelled?

As you rub sleep from your eyes, you read the new message: Ashtabula Campus; cancelled morning classes.

It’s too late for main campus now. You contemplate transferring to the commuter campus. You wonder how these people are allowed to graduate with so many snow days on their record as you pull on your third pair of knee socks. Next the boots, a thick infinity scarf and a pea coat that is nowhere near as warm as you want it to be.

Real Feel Temp: -5 degrees Fahrenheit. Gloves and a hat.

You stand in front of the door to your res hall, looking out into the tundra, bracing yourself. It’s not enough. You wrestle with the door against the wind, icy snowflakes fly across the Esplanade. It’s a long walk to your building.

The first thing to go numb is your face, and you ironically think that if you were to get hit by a PARTA bus, it wouldn’t even hurt. Next, any part of your leg that isn’t covered by boots or coat. Your toes lose feeling eventually.

You can see your building now, but the wind is picking up and more snow hits you in the face.

You feel one foot slip out from underneath you, grit your teeth ad prepare to slip down one of many hills. The slush on the ground yesterday is now frozen and hidden by snow. No matter how deep the tread on your boots is, you will still slip on the ice.

You catch yourself, only to slip again and bounce down a flight of concrete stairs covered in iced over leaves into a parking lot. A professor steps out of his car and shakes his head in disapproval, as if you wanted to fall down the stairs.

I am tired of your shit, winter.

four more weeks

Ah, yes. It’s true. I have four more weeks (plus finals) of fall semester here at Kent. I’d say I was excited for spring semester but I know it’s just going to be exactly the same as this semester, only colder with four feet of snow. Luckily, I only have to take 14 credit hours (and if I play my cards right, I’ll only have to take 12 every semester after spring), but that also means that I need to start getting more involved with my two labs. Rather, I need to start learning more about the actual research I’m helping with instead of just nodding along, doing my coding and running studies. I’m kind of looking forward to it.

Me and my burglar roomie, Skye on Halloween.

Me and my burglar roomie, Skye on Halloween.

Anyways, next semester is the last semester I have to take classes that are just straight-up not interesting to me. (Quantitative Methods II, Biological Diversity, I’m looking at you.) After spring, psych, soc, and HDFS classes until I graduate, which I’m really excited for. HDFS is Human Development and Family Studies, which I recently added as a minor in order to be able to take a certain class that I thought sounded interesting. I’m not sure if I’ll keep it after the class is over, but I’ll find out next fall, eh?

Me and Libs, 50s style for Halloween

Me and Libs, 50s style for Halloween

We looked hella good on Halloween. Me, Bri, Libs, Em.

We looked hella good on Halloween. Me, Bri, Libs, Em.

We didn’t end up going out on Kent Halloween, but we did have a little shindig with the guys over at Province. We dressed up like 50s girls, and I believe Andrew promised to take us out for sodas? Am I wrong here? Skye dressed up as a burglar, which honestly, she pulled off really well. Next year we’ll have to go all out because this was just kind of like, “Crap, Halloween is tomorrow.” And then we went to Walmart and bought eyebrow pencils and red lipstick.

On Saturday, Alicia and I spent the better part of the day hand-making pasta for the floor dinner we had on Sunday evening (which was a complete success, and I decided that I’m going to marry an Italian because I can’t live without homemade pasta). Saturday night, Alicia’s aunt and uncle treated Skye, Alicia and I to a showing of Nosferatu (with live orchestra. Lots of organ. Painful amounts of organ.) and Neos Dance Theatre’s rendition of Dracula as a ballet at Akron Civic Theatre. That was amazing. If you ever get the chance to see it, do because it was amazing. What could be better than vampires and ballet dancing to Metallica and My Chemical Romance? Nothing. We also got to meet Marco, who is straight from Italy and beautiful. If one of us doesn’t marry him I’ll be severely disappointed with life.

Okay. I think I got everything. This past weekend was really fun and I’m glad because I needed it.

XO, Megs

Seductive Alicia and her pasta for Third Floor Feast.

Seductive Alicia and her pasta for Third Floor Feast.

it’s been a long time again

I’m using this post as an excuse to stop studying for half an hour, listen to some good music and detox. I have four exams and two papers due in close proximity. I mean this week and next week. I’m praying that this is the heaviest week I’ll have for the rest of the semester, but I’m literally afraid to check my syllabi and find that in three weeks I’ll have to do this all over again. I think I’d be okay, but I dunno, I’m not exactly where I want to be in three of the classes I’m taking tests for this week so I kind of need to do well on these so I can stop stressing about the class as a whole. I’m pretty much at the brink of my mental capacity and the semester is half over.

On the bright side, I got to do some fun stuff yesterday and get to do some fun stuff the next two weekends too! Yesterday, a couple of us went to an apple orchard close to campus (Beckwith Orchards, for those of you in the Kent area). Super cute little farm with a really creepy shack in the forest. It’s great. Plus, it was a beautifully sunny day and I’m incredibly thankful for sunny days in the fall. It was just really hot for October. Also it’s supposed to be like 79 degrees on tomorrow? Excuse me?


Me, Skye, Em, and Lucas on our way to Beckwith. Skye’s a good driver and kept her eyes on the road the whole time.

I told my self I was gonna take more pictures of stuff this year, and for the most part, I’m sticking to my word. I just don’t do anything with them. So, here’s some pictures from the orchard! Emily and I split a half peck of the most delicious honey crisp apples I’ve ever eaten. My fridge smells delicious just because of them. October is perfect for doing cute fall stuff (is there a such thing as not cute fall stuff?) with your friends/fam.


Cutie little orchard <3


We were running through the wrong cornfield for sure. The fear is real.


Aforementioned creepy forest shack.


Group selfie on the way out. From back right: Michelle, Alicia, Em, Matt, Lucas, Skye, me, & Brandon

Anyways, next weekend, we’re heading out to Cedar Point again. On the same weekend/day that we went last year and the weather was bad. Faithful readers will remember that fiasco. The weather is predicted to be nice but I’ll believe it when I see it. Two weekends from now is Kent’s Halloween (don’t ask me why it’s a week early, I don’t know, I don’t pretend to know, I just go with it), and originally, Libs, Em, Bri and I were going to do the Pink Ladies from Grease. In lieu of not finding a relatively cheap Pink Ladies jacket, we decided to dress it down and just do 50s. It’s still cute and I get to curl my hair. :)

Okay. My half hour is up. I’ve gotta get back to my studying unfortunately. I’m really going to try to post more. I keep saying that but I mean it this time.

XO Megs


three weeks down, thirteen to go

I’ve been putting this post off for two weeks. No, really. The original title was “one week down, fifteen to go” and I just never finished writing it.

Sophomore year is hard, friends. Very hard.

Also very fun.

Basically I have mixed feels. But I think I had mixed feels about freshman year too, and it turned out all right.

I’m coming up on a couple exams already; two of them I’m a little anxious about but I think I’ll still do okay. Just gotta keep up with the studying and application of motivational post-it notes on my desk. (Motivational quotes include “Get your shit together” and “Do it for the grad schools.”)

I only have one class that I really enjoy this semester, my only psychology class. Bio sucks. Calc sucks. CONFLICT MANAGEMENT IS GOD AWFUL WHAT WAS I THINKING WHEN I PICKED UP THAT MINOR THANK GOD I DROPPED IT. Sociology also sucks. It’s hard to enjoy the semester when you’re taking classes that make you sad, but oh well.

I spend a lot of time in my two labs now, and I think that’s why I’m feeling so burned out already. It’s not that it’s too much extra, but I definitely don’t have the time to relax that I thought I would. I missed three episodes (including the finale) of Teen Wolf and I haven’t been able to get myself caught up enough to not feel bad if I just watch 4 hours of tv.

Anyways, I just kind of wanted to get something up on my blog. I know I haven’t posted in a long time, even though I said I would. So here’s to better habits for the rest of the semester.

XO Megs

student or socialite?

In light of my own classes starting in two days, I thought it was fitting to press this.

The author makes a good point – there are more important things than looking fab every day. I remember doing the same thing last year, going strong for about a week, and then giving up for a few extra minutes of precious sleep. Now I pretty much roll out of bed and go. I’ve also given up wearing anything but yoga pants and t-shirts around my res hall.

By all means, if you want to wear your best outfit on Day 1, please do so if that makes you feel good. Wear a suit every day, I don’t care. But only if you really want to. Don’t go overboard trying to impress people.

student or socialite?.

Kelly’s Story

Another fantastically-written post you should read.

I know this sounds pretty bad, but I got so excited when I refreshed my WordPress Reader and saw that CTA had posted another recovery story.

As terrible as these events and experiences are for these women, I am relieved to know that there are people and organizations dedicated to the well-being and recovery of trafficking victims.

Endless thanks and gratitude.

Kelly’s Story.

things i learned as a college freshman

As various colleges’ and universities’ move-in days and Welcome Weekends approach, I feel like it’s a good time to put this post up. I mean, I’m a week out from my move-in at KSU, and I still haven’t packed. (I wrote this instead.) It’s really a miracle that I’m not. Those who know me know that I am packed for a trip at least a month in advance because if I just “throw some stuff in a bag” I forget my toothbrush and/or underwear, it’s really great.

Something I’ve wanted to do on my blog since I started college was an “advice” post. Being a college freshman myself gave me no reason/right to, obviously but now that I am a sophomore and I know everything, I thought it’d be fun. This is just what I’ve gathered from my own first year experience, and obviously it’s not going to apply to everyone.

I will sit here and tell you all day long that whoever came up with “High school is the best four years of your life” probably a) never went to college, and b) never went to college. If you look back at my posts from the past year, you’ll lose count of how many times I say I love it. College is where you meet your BFFLs, watch too much Netflix, live on Ramen (and then never eat it again)… College will be the best four years of your life. It’s not always pretty, not always easy. But it’s worth it.


Spend time outside with your friends while it’s nice out because you will regret it in the winter when it’s 20 below.

If you’re living on campus, in a res hall, do yourself a favor and make friends both in your hall and outside your hall. Living with the same people for a year, love them or otherwise, starts to get old by the end of the semester. Going home for a weekend also helps.

Once you make friends in your res hall, actually do stuff with them. (Leave your door open and this is much easier than you think.) Euchre tourneys, laser tag, Cedar Point, midnight manhunt games, and movie marathons are just a few of the things that regularly happened where I lived last year. I’ll leave out StoBros on mercy rule. ;) #bestfans

Also, commuters make great friends too! A lot of my friends outside my res hall were commuters. Who knows, maybe you can trade a trip to Walmart for a meal-plan lunch.

Seriously, just study. But don’t study so much your hair falls out and suddenly you need glasses for long distance reading. Start strong freshman year because it only gets harder.

Talk to your professors, especially ones for 500-student lecture classes and ones in your major department. They have office hours and email addresses for a reason. Plus, it’s how I got my two research assistant jobs. Connections are the most important thing you can do for yourself as an undergrad.

Sitting in the front of 500-student lecture classes sounds like the worst idea: you have to get there early, actually pay attention, blah blah blah. NO. It’s a great idea because then your professor interacts with you and is more likely to give you an extension on the paper/extra credit you forgot because they know your name and your face. Not saying they will for sure, but it’s a strong maybe. I fell asleep once in a class like this, but only because KIC went really late the night before and I had an exam in my first class that day. Really it’s not that bad, my prof teased me a little in her lecture.

Comfortable shoes and a bubble umbrella are necessary on a big, windy campus.

Cross your fingers you get lucky with your college advisor. A great advisor will make the next four years go by flawlessly. If you don’t jive with your advisor, schedule an appointment with a new one until you find a match. Not kidding, I email my advisor just to say hi sometimes. (He also loves Lana del Ray and Panera, so that’s a plus.) Sometimes, you’re going to have more than one advisor, and most of the time you can’t change any advisor but your college one. I have 4 – college, honors, and two faculty. I got lucky with all of them.

Sleep is still a thing that you should do regularly. Burnout is killer. And you will get burned out sometimes, no matter how much you sleep.

Learn to like coffee if you don’t already. It’s better for you than Redbull, 5-hour Energy, Monster, etc, and still has that caffeine boost you need to get through finals week. Plus it tastes better and doesn’t make you feel like you’re having a heart attack.

Call your mom. She loves you.

Please don’t puke in the elevator because the rest of your res hall will talk about you for the rest of their lives.

Take the stairs when you can because you’ll say you’re going to use the gym on campus, but you won’t.

YOU CANNOT LIVE ON CHICKEN FINGERS AND FRENCH FRIES. They are easy and delicious (especially at 2 in the morning) but an all grease diet isn’t what you need, especially if you aren’t going to use the gym or take the stairs.

Buy/rent used textbooks on Amazon and do NOT give your college/university any more money than you have to. And also, resell them? I was talking to a lady at the Post Office (while I was getting an old book ready for shipping), she told me she was over 40 and still had her college textbooks in her house. Like WHAT you are sitting on at least $200-$300 resale, depending on the book/condition/demand.

Get involved and/or get a job. This one is so worn out but I didn’t do anything during fall semester and I honestly regret it. I met so many great people through Kent Interhall Council, my mentoring program, my lab… Wish I had done it sooner. Whether it’s going Greek, getting into student government, activist groups on campus, club/varsity sports, or starting your own group, find something that isn’t just going to class. It’ll help you blow off steam after a rough exam. As for the job part, when I was accepted to the Honors College I didn’t know if I would have time to work a part-time job. Turns out being in the HC isn’t that difficult. If you’re still unsure, take a semester to adjust and apply for a university job in the spring.

Boys are still stupid.

Hang pictures in your room. If you’re living on campus, put up pics of your family and friends from home. The walls in res hall rooms are white. Badly painted, patchy white. Pictures help when you’re homesick.  And if you’re living at home, put up pics of your college life, that way you don’t feel so disconnected.

Noise-cancelling headphones are a good idea. Walls are thin and all.

It’s okay to not put as much effort into the classes that “don’t matter.” I did it. Everyone does it. But you still need to pass those classes and you still need to keep your GPA in mindMost grad schools accept a 3 or a 3.25, but the grad students and professors and advisors I’ve talked you guarantee your app won’t get looked at if it’s not a 3.5 or higher if they put your app next to a comparable applicant (in terms of experience, rec letters, etc.) *I don’t know much about other majors, but this is what I’ve been told is the norm for psych.

Do not wear that lanyard around your neck.

You will most likely have several breakdowns after asking yourself, “What am I going to do with my life?!” That’s okay. Some people just know what they want to do. Most don’t. I mean, just because I declared psychology as my major before I started, doesn’t mean it’s set in stone. I had a sociology professor my first semester who changed her major from biology to sociology in her last semester, and she still managed to get it done.

You will get sick if you live in a res hall. It’s inevitable, you’re all crammed into tiny spaces, spend most of your time together… the first domino falls and the next thing you know you have Stopher Plague running a muck. (But then again, I had pink eye for three weeks, and no one else got it, so I guess if Patient 0 takes care of the problem promptly you won’t have an issue.)

Bring at least one professional-looking outfit. You really never know when you’ll have to do an interview. A nice dress, dressy flats or low heels, shirt, tie, slacks, black socks, whatever you want. Just at least one full outfit.


All right, hopefully you stuck with all my word-vomit. I think I’ve covered everything I learned as a college freshman.

I hope this was at least moderately entertaining for upperclassmen readers and not too scary for incoming freshman readers. If I scared you, I apologize, it’s really not that bad. You’ll love it. Wherever you happen to go, you’ll love it. Except Akron. You’re not gonna love Akron. Flashes forever.

Best of luck for the year, everyone.

XO Megs