Hello! My name is Emily Robinson, and I'm a first-year student at...wait. That seems unnecessary. I guess that three-step introduction has become a bit of a habit.
Hey, there's no time like college to break habits...especially nasty ones, like the "three-second rule" for dropping food. I learned, after dropping a piece of chocolate on my carpet, that dirt, hair, and other particles of doom laugh in the face of my food retrieval speeds. I always lose the race. Sometimes I think that even having my food come within a foot of the floor of my room is dangerous, that all the microscopic nastiness somehow levitates up and latches on to my morsel of deliciousness. Maybe that's only because I haven't vacuumed in a while. Food dropped in nature is still fair game, because it's natural dirt, not gross foot-dirt. Hey, why not? In college, food becomes precious, especially anything chocolate-based.
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Hello! My name is Emily Robinson, and I'm prone to completely irrelevant tangents. I come from a small town in California that boasts a lovely hillside of cows and about 30 swim teams.
I'm interested in a lot of things, really. I dabble. Currently, my time is essentially dedicated to recycled paper art, anatomical knitting, hula hooping, and marching band. I've never had more fun in school than I am having right now.
Those are just the basics, but I think I've got to leave it at that for now, as I've got some serious work to catch up on. Sitting in front of the TV on election night was not as conducive to working as I thought it would be.
That's not to say that I need an excuse to procrastinate. I developed those skills during my junior and senior years of high school. But, now that I'm taking cool classes that I actually enjoy, homework doesn't seem like as much of a chore. I never thought I'd ever utter those words.
