"It was weird for people to come up to me and say, 'Which days are Challenge days?'"
I have been watching MTV and more specifically, The Real World, since I can remember. I have an older brother and sister who were watching it while I snuck downstairs and hid behind the couch. I watched these crazy young people drink, fight, and have sex with each other like it's part of their daily routines. But even so, it was amazing.
That's what life is all about. Creating a story that you've lived, grasping everything around you and pulling it all in.
I always snicker when Us Weekly does that full page in the magazine called 'Stars, they're just like Us.'
Maps open a world of possibilities to travelers of every kind. Through charted courses and roads yet to be discovered.
Okay, okay, I know the title’s sappy as all get out, and I admit we can fall in love with more than one person, but nonetheless I have found an increasingly common denominator:
I’ve been on a bunch of job interviews. I’ve been interviewed by one person, a panel of three, in multiple cities, for varying sizes of companies, and for everything from retail to administrative to creative positions.
There are so many things about graduating that scare me. I feel like there are a lot of adult things that I don’t know about yet that I will automatically need to know about right when I walk across the stage. Can someone please teach me about this stuff in a month? Pretty please?
We're all kind of in that limbo stage or the words of Ms. Spears, "Not a girl, not yet a woman." But this notion does not stop me from dreaming of days when I live in Downtown Chicago in my very own amazing apartment with grown-up stuff everywhere such as candles and plants. When people come over for dinner parties, they will walk in and gasp, "Katie! Your apartment is so...adult!"
To me, saying I'm insecure sounds a little harsh. It sounds a little wobbly and flaky. It sounds dishonest and awkward. Sometimes, it seems like I'm a little too big for it, kind of like Alice in Wonderland after she ate that piece of crack bread and grew her arms out of a cottage. But I'm willing to believe actually admitting an insecurity of any sort is the first step to fixing it.
You might not have noticed this, but here at CollegeCandy, we’re kind of TV addicts. Comedies. Dramas. Dramedies. It doesn’t really matter. As long as it’s on, we’ll watch it. And if we're not there to see it, we'll DVR it and watch it later.
So I’m registering for classes this week. The second semester of my senior year. My last semester ever as an undergraduate. Better make it a good one right? Oh, I intend to.