Hi! My name is what? (By: Megan Michael)

So, my Fall semester hasn’t exactly been easy. Not because of academics or anything like that, just due to some extra-curricular situations that felt like they were trying their hardest to push me into some sort of quarter life crisis or something. Anyhoo, I haven’t exactly been the Megan I’ve wanted to be. But I feel like things are changing; I feel like I am changing. And change is always good, right Barack?

I feel like my days left on this campus are numbered. Probably because I actually just counted how many days I have left. Well, a rough count anyways. (Private school-ed all my life and simple math is still a struggle for me. Sorry, Dad.) Anyway, back to what I was saying. Seven days in a week, and 24 weeks left. Multiply them together, don’t forget to carry the one, and you might come out with 168. Oh!..Wait..But I don’t just have 168 days left! I only go to school 3 days a week….Wow. Is it sad that I just realized that right now while I was typing it out? (Your money was well spent on private school, Dad. I swear!) Let’s start over. Alright, so I really only have 72 days left. Poof! More than half of my days left here just evaporated. I wish my research papers would do that.

There you have it. Roughly 72 days left. I decided yesterday that I was going to make it a point to talk to four new people a day. Four sounded better than three but five just seemed a little too “over achieving” and I started to annoy myself. So I shot for four. Now, when I say new people, of course they aren’t technically new people. On a good day there are only 20 people to my upper division classes so I cant really expect to socialize with a bunch of new people I’ve never seen before. I’m just making it a point to talk to four people outside of my close circle. Yesterday was a success. I seriously impressed myself. I sat with someone entirely new in chapel. I walked a classmate to their next class. I went to Spaghetti Factory with girls that I’m working on a group project with. (Double props to me because it was off-campus…. Wait…Do kids even give out props these days? No, not really? I just asked my roommate Bethany if people still say that. She answered that she’s not the person to ask about “cool things”. Fine then. She’s not “cool”. No props to her. More props for myself! I wonder... whatever shall I do with all these mad props I’ve collected over the years?)

What’s that? Three, you say? You just realized my little paragraph above only had three new people in it. I bet you think you’ve caught me. I bet you think you’re so “cool”. (This is getting lame, enough with the quotes) Get this! I even emailed the guest speaker in one of my classes and I have set up an appointment to meet with her privately so we can chat about career options. Boo-yah! (Okay. No one says “boo-yah” anymore. Even I know that one. But I kind of feel like my cool-ness factor fell out the window when I started bragging about emailing guest speakers.) So there you have it. Four new-ish people. I am awesome.

One day down, 71 more to go. Honestly, I dare you to do the same thing. It’s hard work meeting new people. I wonder how long I can keep this up for. In any case, I think we should all be nicer to each other. Time is definitely something that has a habit of evaporating, unlike props, as props are something really, really important that you keep forever. Right??


Meggie Michael

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