Busy, Busy Week!

So this is what’s happening with my biology lab. Right now, I am a psychology major, which requires four semesters of science and two labs. I am planning on changing my major to Communication with a concentration in public relations. The communication department at Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University (to use more words!) does not require labs with their science requirement of two semesters. So, over spring break, I decided to not write my lab report because I was just going to withdraw from it (I missed the add/drop drop deadline). However, my advisor was not in all of last week. I picked up the withdrawal form two weeks ago. She told me to think some more about it, so I did. I brought it back to be signed the next week, and she was not there. I had missed three biology labs at this point—four absences results in an incomplete (an F in the course).

She is in her office this week so I went and got the form signed. However, I have two tests this week that I need to study for, so I couldn’t go in to the dean’s office to have it processed. You have to make an appointment anyway, so I did not leave myself enough time to do that (my fault). So this is when I realized that I was going to fail anyway. I will be attending biology lab tomorrow in all my shame, and have a ton of work to do to try and bring my grade up after skipping a lab report that was worth 20% of my final grade (I was just SO smart in my decisions this semester! NOT! ).

Of course it is no one else’s fault but mine that I am now so stressed about a lab. I should have kept going in the mean time between trying to withdraw from the course. I should have definitely wrote that paper—but who would if they knew they were going to withdraw from it? It is a good thing that this lab is only worth one credit, so even a lower grade in the class will not affect my grade point average too terribly. Anyway, no that this is out of the way, I need to study for my second test of the week. I successfully pulled off a hundred on my first (one shiny light in the darkness that is this week!)

Field Games

So Saturday, I played field games with my sorority while participating in a fraternity’s philanthropy. We didn’t have to participate in the games because we received points for our attendance. I volunteered to play gladiator just because I was really, really excited about getting to do something athletic after such a frigid winter. We could finally go outside without getting chilled to the bone!

Anyway, so I signed up to play gladiator. I did not expect it to be such an intense game! Imagine octopus, flag football, and that arcade game where you have to the throw the ball into different buckets with different points all combined. There were seven girls on a team—three on defense, and four on offense. The defenders were responsible for ripping off the other team’s offenders’ flags. The offense, obviously, were responsible for throwing the mini footballs into the buckets. There were five buckets on the field—two blue, two yellow, and one green. The blue buckets were worth one point for every ball we got in it, the yellow buckets were worth three points, and the green bucket was worth five points. The offense of our team would play against the defense of the other team for two minutes, and then vice versa for another two minutes. In those two minutes, we tried to get as many balls into the buckets as we possibly could (I was on offense, unfortunately). I did not realize that I would have to sprint the ENTIRE time. Normally this would not be too terrible for me. I used to play soccer and work out regularly, but I have not done either in a while (mostly due to how cold it has been and I did not want to walk to the gym in it!). So our first game took me totally by surprise. I finished and was so tired, and for the first time in forever, my asthma started to kick in a bit. I ended up having to ask James to bring my inhaler for me! We did lose our first game, but it was a double elimination, so we had to play at least one more time. We won that one, but lost our third game, so we were out. To be honest, I was kind of relieved because I was so tired! The whole time playing, I though I was being really smooth and like sliding next to the buckets to throw my ball in, but apparently I was being thrown. L So to add to my already sore muscles from disuse, I had tons of scrapes and bruises all over me. I am still sore now. L

But it was still fun, and totally worth it!