All posts tagged: college

CALIFORNICATION (Season 3)

The Pretty Hair Professor

As a freshman in college, I managed to talk my way into an upper level art history course taught by a visiting professor from Johns Hopkins University. He was gorgeous. Everyone thought so. I know this because I volunteered to collect the student evaluations at the end of the term and most of them said things like “hottie” and “super cute.” Not mine, of course—I was more dignified than that—and even though I agreed with my classmates, I was incredulous when I saw their comments. Fast forward ten (yes, ten!) years and I’m reading my own student evaluations now. Most were extremely complimentary this last time around and a few even contained phrases like, “my favorite professor,” and “I wish there were more anthropology classes” (to be perfectly honest, I got a little misty-eyed just reading them) but then… then there were the others. “The kid who sat next to me scared the crap out of me.” “Why is this class so late at night?” And finally, my personal favorite, “Professor Richter, your [sic] really …

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Reverse Trick-or-Treating

I was really cool in college.  So were my roommates.  We were so cool in fact that upon finding ourselves with nothing to do on Halloween (i.e. no parties to go to, no boyfriends to go out with, no alcohol to drink and no illegal subsistence to consume) that we decided to go reverse trick-or-treating. I’m pretty sure it was my idea.  (In addition to being really cool, you see, I also had some really cool ideas.)  The plan was to go door to door giving candy out instead of asking for it and everyone would find us so adorable that we’d be the most popular girls on campus by the end of the night. Surprise, surprise, it didn’t quite work according to plan. Most folks who answered the door were confused.  “(Huh? We don’t have any candy.  Oh.  You’re giving out candy?  Why?”) Or suspicious.  (“Is this a trick?  Is there something wrong with those lollipops?”) Or engaged in sexual congress.  (To this day, I don’t know why they bothered to answer the door.  …

Heading North for Spring Break? Think Again!

It seemed like a good idea at the time: we were underage and too broke to fly anywhere for Spring Break. (If you missed yesterday’s post, go back and read it now before you proceed.) So we drove north— to Montreal (congratulations, Ash! You guessed correctly)— and discovered immediately upon our arrival why Mexico (and not Canada) is the Spring Break destination of choice. It didn’t help that we had to wade through five inches of snow—in stilettos— to go out. The entire trip seemed cursed: we arrived late Saturday night and, thanks to one of my not-so-brilliant-suggestions, decided to save our energy for a “proper” night out the following evening.  Unfortunately Sundays aren’t particularly rockin’ in Montreal (or anywhere for that matter, as far as I’m aware). After a late night visit to Tim Horton’s (which is essentially the Canadian equivalent of Krispy Kreams), we decided to walk back to our hostel to save money.   There were four of us, after all—what was the worst that could happen? Well, a drunkard singing “Hey Jude” …

A Quick Update While Date #7 is in the Shower…

Date #7 is in the shower, which means I have a few moments to myself for the first time since… well, since I arrived in Pittsburgh on Saturday afternoon.  Not that I’m complaining– far from– but to be honest, the thought of writing anything right now– let alone anything coherent about my weekend with the Man from Across the State– seems akin to climbing Everest at this point.  (Hence the fact that I’ve just used two em-dashes in one sentence and didn’t even bother to format them properly). Nonetheless, I had a feeling this would happen, so I prepared a little something for today in advance.  I do promise to get back to writing my own blog sooner or later… Until then, enjoy the following: Today’s post comes courtesy of my dear friend and former suitemate, Aliza.  When I decided to start featuring guest posts, I asked Aliza to pen the first because she’s one of the few people who can crack me up as much almost as much as I crack myself up (and …

Queen of the Buffet

I discovered three interesting things about myself and life in general yesterday.  It was Day #1 of the Philadelphia’s Writer Conference and as such, I found myself in the very same hotel in Old City where I nearly threw up last year thanks to my anxiety over pitching my first manuscript to an agent. This year, I had nothing to pitch.  And I completely dropped the ball on registration so I missed not only the early bird discount but also the chance to send in a portion of my manuscript(s) for critique.  I was tempted to bail on the conference in its entirety and spend the weekend agonizing over promotional materials for the Fringe because I couldn’t bear the thought of going to the conference and having to admit to everyone I met last year that actually, I’ve made very little progress since then. But then I asked myself the same question I always ask myself when I’m faced with such dilemmas: what would the successful writer do?  A successful writer would go to the …