now i’m going to be annoying and blog every other day

Hahaha probably not, but I just have more exciting news. :)

This spring, I was inducted into Psi Chi, which is in international honor society for psychology folks and promptly elected Social Chair for Kent’s chapter. Although I wasn’t truly able to do much with the position, low attendance and commitment to the chapter inspired me to move up in the leadership. I was elected Vice President of the chapter for the 2015-2016 school year and I hope to implement some policies that will encourage members’ attendance and commitment.

I was also chosen to be the president of the department’s Peer Mentor Program, which I have been a part of since my very first semester (heading into my fifth!!!). Having been a mentee myself, I recognize the importance of the program and am looking forward to some large structural changes (possibly turning the fall semester meetings into a course that mentees can take for credit, which I would “teach” with other mentors).

I am so lucky to have the opportunity to work with both of these organizations and look forward to fantastic years for both of them. I am equal parts nervous and excited to start working on the changes to these organizations – I don’t think I’ve ever been in leadership positions like these. If I choose to take a leadership role, it’s usually a non-essential, lower-on-the-totem-pole type role so this is a completely new experience for me and I’m interested to see where it goes. :)

All right, now back to updating only once a month.

XO Megs

i suck

I remember saying several times that I was going to try to get back on the Blog Horse, but I literally don’t even know what happened. This semester really got away from me, plus nothing really interesting happened. I didn’t really want to keep posting all my complaints and sorrows for you guys to read, so thanks for sticking with me I guess?

It’s the final week of classes here at good ole Kent State and I really couldn’t be happier that this semester is finally ending. Res life has definitely run its course and I’m genuinely tired of the paper thin walls (one of my neighbors is really, really obnoxious when his girlfriend is over). I’m ready to move into Graceland so I can burn all the candles I want, hang door mirrors where I want, and have a good meal that doesn’t cost me twice what it should. Don’t get me wrong, res life has introduced me to some of the most amazing people I’ve ever known, and I know that I wouldn’t have met them otherwise, but it does get old folks.

I’m also excited to “announce” that I will be working with Dr. Rawson and some fellow research assistants on a manuscript of our ongoing experiment (a.k.a., my baby), XFeed. Hopefully, after some work in the fall, I’ll be able to present a poster on XFeed at the Undergraduate Research Symposium in March of next year. I may or may not apply to another lab, run by my faculty advisor, depending on whether or not I take a full 16 credits. I’ve been teetering on one class, but this lab is really what I’m interested in (influence of stress on health in children), plus I would get the opportunity to work at Akron Children’s Hospital. It would be a great way to network and open up internships and jobs for the future.

I’m really hoping that next year will just be better and that this year was just uncharacteristically bad. I don’t know if I could do this for another year.

All right. Hopefully when I say it this time I’ll actually do it. I’m going to start posting more.

XO Megs

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

different

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.

xo

Megs

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.