An old coworker of mine at the dorm front desk once spent an entire shift putting googly eyes on every office supply we had. I'm still finding them years after he graduated and left.
At my friend's party, they had a pinwheel that they gave to the drunkest person...
My undergrad had a "googly eye bandit" a few years ago that would go around sticking googly eyes on posters and things around campus. I wanted to be friends with them, but alas, I never found out who it was.
We did some ceremonial passings of the hat. There was often cheering, chanting, or booing involved when it was passed.
Ahh we probably would've done that, but that would've required tequila cdo to not be the drunkest. Also to give up posession of that pinwheel. I still have it somewhere, but tequila cdo broke it that night by hitting someone with it when they tried to cut her off.
To be fair you can't just cut ridiculously drunk people off unless you want to be in a drunk fight, you have to trick them into stopping. Lots of my friends have done many a water shot under my supervision lol
Exactly! So tequila cdo has a really bad habit of whenever people give me water to drink, if we're outside, just dumping it out on the grass when they're not paying attention. Then she's like "finished my water. tequila again!" and if they ask her about it, she just laughs and shrinks away... I don't regularly do that, but I have no control over her.
I supervise all of my drunk wards pretty closely, so that wouldn't fly.
I fear you're underestimating my level of soberness and how I have eyes like a hawk
Essentially
Drunk people are about as inconspicuous as Javert behind the barricade. You're aware of what needs to be done but dang it, you just can't overcome your inherent need to be blatantly obvious about everything.
Drunk people are about as inconspicuous as Javert behind the barricade. You're aware of what needs to be done but dang it, you just can't overcome your inherent need to be blatantly obvious about everything.
meet us in The Bar
she's already been in the bar. She was on rabb.it, remember? She told us that she wanted to "bump that s***" and that we're legends and that she was "boutta get on mic n sing. someone sing with [her]"
We're an entertaining group of people to say the least.
I mean, same name, different person. BUT I DID THINK IT WAS HER BC OF THE NAME THO. I was so confused
They accidentally made their chat room public and someone with the same first name as you popped in. 😛
apparently. You'd be proud that your doppleganger loves Jonas Brothers.
first name same, assumed you because i thought cdo had put the link on sdn, BUT APPARENTLY SHE MADE IT A PUBLIC ROOM AND ALLOWED ANYONE TO ENTER
And all that stuff about having been following this particular path since childhood--It pretty much sums up the line of thinking I had in undergrad.
There was no last name given! It just had first name. Rabb.it does that when you make an account, but we just weren't sure haha
You sound determined and truly interested in veterinary medicine as your career. I know it must feel painfully frustrating and disppointing to have to endure another cycle, etc. You're definitely not a failure. No way. Like many others on SDN, I understand your sense of frustration. Just wanted to say I admire your passion and perseverance; and I wish you the very best and hope you get into vet med school! 🙂Sorry to rattle off of an unrelated convo from way up the page, I couldn't resist cause there were truth bombs.
I can really relate to this line:
And all that stuff about having been following this particular path since childhood--It pretty much sums up the line of thinking I had in undergrad.
As an undergraduate, my greatest fear was failure. Every time I struggled, all I could think about was the possibility of failing at my goal, disappointing everyone (or really just disappointing myself, by not being able to go as "far" as I wanted to). Back then I sometimes wished I didn't want this, that I could be satisfied with getting a BS and be done with it--then I wouldn't have to deal with the extra academic pressure from parents and professional school. But I did/do still want this, so I pushed on.
Now...haha, I don't even really worry about "failure" anymore, but I do fear falling behind into a slump. 3 years out of undergrad, 2 application attempts...I already knew this cycle was pretty much over for me and didn't mind, was already anticipating a 3rd. Once I got the final confirmation last week, though, something set in all at once. It hit me that I'll definitely have to spend yet another year on another application. That's only after I finish this semester, the 2nd of 4, for a second degree which I pursued to help improve said applications. And then once my attempts are successful, I'll have to go through at least 4 more years of schooling to finally reach the endpoint goal (of...working). So I guess my question wasn't so much "is this the path I truly want", but more "what am I doing and what is the point of it all?"
I'll be turning 25 late next month, and have essentially spent my lifetime in school. I'm not getting any younger. I wanted to get on with life and pursue my career goal, but I also found the idea physically and emotionally exhausting (school...gather materials...apply...more school). Still didn't desire to change that goal though, so I felt stuck in some kind of catch-22. I spent a night full of those defeatist thoughts, but the next day once my head was cleared, I decided "you know what? yeah, I can do it. I'm doing it." I can make it through another week, month, year and app, just like I did the last. Whatever happens after that will happen, but for now I can just focus on this school, and outside interests, until next app cycle rolls around and I can feel great about how far I've come since my undergrad days.
aaaand dang, didn't mean for it to get this thick. It's almost 2am and I have kennel duty at 7 but
When you make an account it automatically puts your first name as what shows up when you're in a room. Most people have changed it since then, but some people don't. Caiter still has hers as her "real" name (still not convinced her birth certificate doesnt just say Caiter)
If this is true then I'm off the hook for that one time I spelled her name wrong! Sweet.
all of you
and what did we do? Immediately start complaining about first year life
I appreciated it, since each year of vet school makes you age like five years. I also appreciated that some of your class apparently thinks my class got a curve each quarter.
Lol..don't even get me started on the **** talking
I liked listening to Vet Girl's stuff when I was studying for boards and had long plane flights and stuff.
