Hello my name is Aimee and this is a real life adventure...
It is difficult to create a series when my professor knows about it. This week in my stats class I was fighting unconsciousness (even accompanied by a croissant and my favorite cup of breakfast tea) while reviewing the midterm. Unfortunately, I had nothing to contribute to the discussion. I know what I got right, I know what I got wrong and I know why. I was overly exhausted from a late night chat session with my suite mate. Lately we've been pondering serious things in life. Like what to do with relationships upon graduation. And less important things like formal dresses.
I found that I have had a difficult time in accomplishing what I intend to. For instance, while formal dress shopping I was channeling Jackie Kennedy but I ended up walking out of the dressing room in enough polyester and sequins to be confused with Cher Bono. Great. Of course my mom insisted I have it. While I have spent the greater part of my week trying to locate accesories for this ensemble, I have yet to find anything Jackie Kennedy would be caught dead in.
I had the same type of terrible confusion as I was at Fair Trade ordering my morning tea and butter breakfast bite. A vision of Audrey Hepburn as Holly Golightly standing in front of Tiffany's with a coffee and croissant flashed in my mind. It was seconds before I was envisioning my own self as eloquent as Holly. My black cardigan made for a sorry replica of her sleek black formal gown and my hair piled on my head was more of a rats nest (as my mother would say) than an up do. In place of her jeweled tiara, I had a jeweled bobby pin. Despite the vast differences I felt uplifted at the thought of ever-so-slightly resembling Audrey Hepburn. I danced up the stairs into Civic Space Park and waited at the light to cross to the Cronkite building. As I was waiting the lightrail zoomed past flashing my reflection back at me and I became all too aware of my appearance. Nothing close to Audrey Hepburn. At all.
Irritated with myself about my ever greasy/unkempt/rats nest appearance is stalked across the street avoiding eye contact with everyone and plunked down in my chair in class. Third row from the back on the right side up against the wall. To punish me for dozing in class Dr. Barry called on me at the most inopportune moments (if it wasn't for her, I may have been snoring in class- embarassing!) but thankfully I pulled it together and only after a few moments of silence I was able to answer the question(s) correctly.
Whew. Another week of statistics down.
I had the same type of terrible confusion as I was at Fair Trade ordering my morning tea and butter breakfast bite. A vision of Audrey Hepburn as Holly Golightly standing in front of Tiffany's with a coffee and croissant flashed in my mind. It was seconds before I was envisioning my own self as eloquent as Holly. My black cardigan made for a sorry replica of her sleek black formal gown and my hair piled on my head was more of a rats nest (as my mother would say) than an up do. In place of her jeweled tiara, I had a jeweled bobby pin. Despite the vast differences I felt uplifted at the thought of ever-so-slightly resembling Audrey Hepburn. I danced up the stairs into Civic Space Park and waited at the light to cross to the Cronkite building. As I was waiting the lightrail zoomed past flashing my reflection back at me and I became all too aware of my appearance. Nothing close to Audrey Hepburn. At all.
Irritated with myself about my ever greasy/unkempt/rats nest appearance is stalked across the street avoiding eye contact with everyone and plunked down in my chair in class. Third row from the back on the right side up against the wall. To punish me for dozing in class Dr. Barry called on me at the most inopportune moments (if it wasn't for her, I may have been snoring in class- embarassing!) but thankfully I pulled it together and only after a few moments of silence I was able to answer the question(s) correctly.
Whew. Another week of statistics down.
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