I figured three posts in one day was a little excessive, and then I realized if I didn’t type this up I would forget what I was going to say (either I’m getting old or finals stress is already wrecking my brain). So I waited three days.
Had my last first indoor meet, and it went really well! PR’d in weight, almost hit the 45 foot mark I randomly chose as my goal, and I didn’t suck at shot put. Now I get to wait until January 21st for my next meet. And I probably won’t throw weight again until after break. And why did we have that meet again? I still haven’t quite figured out the point of the random meet before winter break. But I did well, and I had lots of fun, and I finally saw the Dark Knight. Movies for this trip were surprisingly good. Dark Knight, then the Breakfast Club on the way there. On the way home Bridesmaids (which I puts my headphones in and ignored) and then How to Train Your Dragon. Last one was by far the best.
Oh right, I’m supposed to be talking about athletics. Well, to celebrate how awesome we were at our meet (every thrower pr’d in something) we got Monday off. And yesterday and today we’re redoing our maxes to see how much stronger we’ve gotten. Yesterday was a super success. Increased my power clean by 52% (and we’ll just pretend we didn’t bench…). We all wore lifting belts and got to throw the bar down on the ground where it crashed and rattled and made a bunch of noise so pretty much we were super BA. Today we’re squatting and hang snatching. A little nervous about the snatching, but we’ll see how it goes. Oh, and we’re throwing weight after that. Which at first made no sense to me. Why throw 20 pounds around after doing three leg maxes. Turns out throwers are just as big of head cases as vaulters (go figure) and our coach is hoping that if we’re exhausted then we’ll focus on form instead of whining about distance.
I guess that leaves school. The good news: my finals are all due the 16th. The bad news: that’s nine days from now. I have a 15 page research paper on how the mind-body problem manifests itself in Jewish American Immigrant Fiction. Did that sound smart? I hope so. My plan is to sound like I know what I’m talking about and hope my professor doesn’t realize that I actually have no clue. I have two 6-25 page (a bit of a range there) short stories due which means I should probably start redrafting them..and some philosophy paper that hasn’t been assigned so I don’t know how long or what it’s on or anything. But it’s fine. Why would I want to know those things anyways. It’s not like finals count as a significant part of my grade or anything.
And the most important part of my college life: the fun part. 12 of our alumni from last year are coming up for the annual Christmas Party so this weekend is going to be wonderful! There are three that I really want to see that I haven’t seen since graduation so I’m super stoked. Until I remember finals and start panicking.
And now it’s nap time. Because my roommate for some reason was laughing until like 1am, and I had an 8am shift at work. Note to self: pick better hours next semester.