Fall schedule

Status: Public

Class:____________________ Credits:
Statistical Analysis________________ 3
Intermediate costume design _________3
Theatre field work_________________ 1
Candles, sunshine and halos: artis… _____3
Marketing in the information age ______3
Business school internship ___________1

Whew! It’s going to be a busy semester. But hopefully a fun one!


11 comments

katidid714: “Intermediate costume design”? You’re getting credits for something you’d be doing anyway? Jealous!



babblingbrook: Clearly, you have never worked under Prof. Olsen-Hills. She’s putting on a production of Midsummer set in the 1920’s. I’ll have sequins and feathers coming out of my ears by Nov.


katidid714: LOL! I can’t wait to see it.




iRant: Hey, are you in the Tuesday morning session of SA with McGraw? I’m registered for it, so if you are you wanna study together?



babblingbrook: Yeah. And that’d be awesome! Esp. considering I would have failed econ without your help last semester.



iRant: Don’t be silly. You would have passed – but what other partner could have gotten you an A on the final presentation, huh?



babblingbrook: None, Ira. You’re my business management minor hero.




iRant: *blushes*




iRant: What’s the internship?




babblingbrook: I’ll write about it later, when I know more. It kicks ass, tho.




iRant: Cool.





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Signs of the apocalypse

Status: Friends only

Picked up the mall princess from her retreat today. Was surprised—I expected to spend the whole ride back hearing about mosquitoes and ticks and bad phone reception. Not that she’d have anyone to call with her entire posse out in the woods with her, but still—I’m sure they would want to text each other about which sessions to ditch together, you know?

So I get to the parking lot and I’m instantly wondering who this person is and what she did with my sister. A) She just plain doesn’t look like Chelsea. She’s wearing what is probably like the one practical camping-friendly outfit she owns, she’s got her hair back in a floppy ponytail and—get this—no makeup. Creepy, right? And B) she was talking to Deena Markowitz.

I’m pretty sure you all know that I would rather get a part-time job at McDonalds than follow all the gossip at Heatherclear Prep, but even I know this is through the looking glass. Chelsea and Deena are enemies. They’re, like, the Animal Planet rivals to the top of the food chain. They’ve been going for each others’ jugulars since freshman orientation. The closest I’ve ever heard to the two of them talking civilly was maybe the homecoming dance where Chelsea made a point of complimenting Deena’s dress and then reportedly saying something like, “And with that pattern, you can barely even see all the extra weight you’ve put on.”

And yet there they were, standing together in the parking lot… talking. And they were leaning in to each other, like *friends,* having a personal conversation.

Then she gets into the car with her sleeping bag, a fold-up chair and two ginormous suitcases (she was gone for five days in the woods), and I ask her how the retreat was.

“Fine.”

Fine. Like I’m Mom or something. “What did you do in school today, sweetie?” “Nothing.” I ask her about her new friend in the parking lot, of course. While I’m talking I’m trying to merge onto 35W so I can’t look over and watch her or anything, but I’m pretty sure she got uncomfortable from the question. She just sort of mumbles something about bonding activities.

Oh, and C). Not only does she not try to tell me anything about the retreat, but she doesn’t call her friends about it, either. Her phone stayed off the whole ride home, and the car was quiet.
So now on top of wrapping up the summer and getting ready for school I have a doppelganger sister to deal with, too.

Greeeeaaaaat.


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