spraaang break

Hopefully you all read that with some sort of twang in your voice. That’s what I was going for anyways. But I’m on spring break, in any case. Finally. I’m taking a much deserved week to write two papers, read two books, and maybe, if I’m lucky, play Sims a little bit.

Only 5 weeks left of my sophomore year.

It went by so fast. Part of me is really happy to be halfway done and the other part of me is not feeling so good. I’ve had a lot of ups and downs this semester. My classes are great and I’m doing well in all of them. Research is great, too. My patience with res life is running thin, though, as much as I love my Third Floor Stopher family. (You guys really do mean a lot to me, believe it or not.)

This past week was kind of rough. I’m not gonna lie. I finally heard back from Florida International University about a paid internship I applied for in October. They wanted to interview me, I got even more excited, and then they told me that they weren’t providing room and board for the two months I’d be there. Which was horribly disappointing for someone who would be considered out-of-state and is saving to rent her own apartment for next year. It really would’ve been a fantastic experience and I swear I would’ve taken it in a heartbeat if I had a place to live. There’ll be other opportunities, I guess.

As if only having 5 weeks left wasn’t bad enough, I registered for Fall 2016 courses last night. I’m down to only taking psychology, sociology, and HDFS classes know, which is a little nerve-wracking, but equally exciting. Next semester I’m taking one of the hardest psych courses in the department but I get to take it with Em so that’s totes fine with  ;) The rest should be cake, right?

We’ll just have to see.

xo megs


Sometimes, things just don’t play out the way you want them to. Actually, a lot of things don’t work out the way you want them to. And that’s always equal parts annoying and painful, because it’s always the things you want to work that don’t.

That’s kind of how this semester is going. It’s not awful, it could be 100x worse. It’s just not what I wanted, ya know?

Maybe that’s a good thing and I just don’t know it yet. I don’t know. I hope so.

When I came back from winter break, there was this awesome picture of the semester in my head. My classes were great, I had more time for friends, for myself. And I do, and I am so incredibly thankful for my friends and being able to spend more time with them.

My classes aren’t so great, but I’m doing well so that’s good. I finished gerontology two weeks ago (online class, everything was available on day 1). Sociology is awful. My prof is deaf in both ears and has the attention span of a newborn goldfish. Nice guy, bad prof. Stats isn’t bad. Tolerable only because of the grad student teaching it. My writing intensive is… a writing intensive. Bio is a joke yet again this semester. At least I can spend more time in the lab than I could last semester.

I’ve just been on this emotional rollercoaster since the semester started and I think that’s why it sucks. I’m trying to get everything back under control. Well, struggling to get everything back under control is more accurate I think.

Hopefully I’ll feel okay soon. Because I really can’t stand these tension headaches anymore.



back to the old grind

Well, I had planned to write this last Sunday before the week actually started and I knew I would have the time to, but I got back to Stopher and I just missed everyone here so much that I forgot to write oops. I also spent a lot of time putting up and then taking down the Christmas lights Skye and I have in our room because, much to my dismay, only half the lights on two of three strands decided to turn back on when I plugged them in. Not too happy about that but luckily CVS is right around the corner.

Spring semester (which is also my fourth semester of college already???) started last Monday morning with a wonderful, wonderful gift from the college gods – classes cancelled until noon for snow. Which, honestly, if they had just shoveled the snow that had fallen prior instead of ignoring it (seriously, campus was half-shoveled when I got back Sunday, like they had a month…), it wouldn’t have been a problem. But KSU doesn’t believe in shoveling.

So far, my course load isn’t so bad, which is surprising given how difficult last semester was for me. My intro to gerontology class is all self-paced, so by the end of this upcoming week, I’ll be done with 6 weeks worth of material if I have my way (yaaaassss). The sooner I finish that class, the better! Bio, is again, a pain in my ass, not only due to the course, but also the fact that a little freshman psych major in my lab decided to latch on to me. Like it’s totally fine if you want to work together in lab but as soon as you try to be my friend and invite me to your frat parties I’m out, okay? 14 more weeks, ugh. Quantitative Methods II will probably be my fav class this semester because the grad student teaching is really attractive so… ;) I also have a writing intensive, but it shouldn’t be too bad as long as I keep up with the work initially. My adolescent sociology class will probably kill me because the prof teaches the honors section like a graduate level course. What a Dick right? (It’s funny because his name is actually Richard…)

In other news, Bri, Emily, Skye, Jenn (our fifth roomie next year) and I are officially renting an apartment in Kent next year! We dubbed it Graceland and we’re already looking at decor and furniture bahaha. Very excited to get out of res life, surprisingly enough.

I think that’s all for now! Thanks for reading everyone!

XO Megs

unexpected end

The Fall 2014 semester at Kent State ended on Friday. I had five finals (why), apartments to tour (EEEEEE!!), 5 DVDs to code for the lab (why), a broken down car, my computer adapter deciding not to work the Sunday before exams, AND meetings (so many more meetings than I wanted during finals week), so it wasn’t the easiest end to the semester. But I’m gonna be real here: most of the semester was a shit-show anyways. I don’t know why, it was just flat-out hard and stressful from day one. I disliked at least one aspect about every single one of my classes (especially algebra and conflict management); even my psych class was mildly annoying some days. On the other hand, I was a student note-taker for that class so I got $50 to the bookstore at the end of the semester, which is super nice.

Final grades are starting to come in, and despite this semester looking initially bleak, I’m ending with solid As in biology, sociological analysis, and abnormal psych (actually, I got a 100 on my final exam in this class, very proud of myself), and scraping by with an A- in conflict management and algebra. I literally mean scraping by in algebra; my final calculated grade is 90.0001% and for that I’m very thankful because I had accepted getting a B in that class. I’m disappointed that it was these two particular classes, which should have been very easy As are the ones that I didn’t do as well in, but I’m glad they’re over and I never have to see Pat Coy again.

We also toured a couple potential apartments for next year after futzing over it for like two months. And I’m really excited because there’s a big kitchen in the one we decided to apply for. It’s a little further from campus than we would have originally liked but for the equivalent of $390/month, all utilities included, 5-bedrooms, and 3 full bathrooms, how could you honestly pass up a 5-7 minute drive away? I’m really hoping it works out because that means I get to live with some of my best friends. :D

Also, Caesar, my car, is fixed and the new adapter arrived on Tuesday, so I was only without it for two days.

I think part of the reason the semester was so stressful was because I spent a lot of time working in my labs, which I don’t necessarily mind because it meant getting the opportunity to design and run a study with Dr. Rawson. Over break, I’m scoring some of the data for this study so we can get a follow-up going in the spring and hopefully start working out a paper over the summer. Working for RaDLab has been such an incredible opportunity from the moment I was hired and I am so, so, so thankful for it. I was also presented with an amazing opportunity in Dr. Grau’s lab – not quite as involved as RaD, but still worth it! One of the graduate students asked me to help her put together a poster for a conference and in return, she put my name on it. Now, I realize that doesn’t seem nearly as impressive as designing a study, but the more things I’m able to get my name on now, the more things I’m going to be able to put on my CV later. So I’ll continue to put posters together until my eyes fall out if that’s necessary.

So, after a wildly hectic fall term, I’m on well-deserved, much-earned winter break. Which started great – I came home on Friday to homemade chicken noodle soup and a jar of Nutella in the pantry. I don’t start back at Panera for another week, which is nice but also irritating because I need the money.

My plan for break is to play The Sims a lot and research graduate school programs and get my scoring done this week. And sleep, because Lord knows I didn’t get enough sleep this semester.

XO Megs

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