A Day in the Life

 

Woke up. Fell outta bed.  Dragged a comb across my head.  After my Beatles reverie, I headed out to my tutorial class on Venice taught by Professor Hoerl.  She is brilliant. Quirky, goofy, sharp as a tack, and downright intriguing. Now, this class is early in the morning, and nobody in it is truly a morning person. The cornucopia of coffee cups within that room is a welcome sight. Being an avid caffeine junky, it helps to know I am not alone. Who knew that a class on Venice could turn into a Coffeholics Anonymous meeting?

Anyway, when you go into that class, you have to be ready to talk, as well as to have your ideas thrown around, mangled, torn into bits, reorganized, and formed into a totally different structure. It is quite a process, and is amazing to watch. When everything from philosophy, to color theory, to the ridiculousness of 70’s movies is brought up, it makes for a great start to the day.

After the other small bits of my day, which included an interview about West Nile Virus with a great professor in the biology department, Professor Bost, as well as a most hilarious Chapel talk with Professor Blix, which I plan to cover in a later blog (That man is too big of a personality to be an aside! Let me tell you!), my day was on roll.  I happen to be writing an article about West Nile Virus for the Bachelor (My mom and dad are so proud. They were both reporters for 20 years. I have ink in my blood.), Wabash’s own newspaper, and it will be so much better thanks to her assistance. We share a common passion for the very small, very ALIVE (NO ARGUMENTS!), and very amazing things that we call viruses.

After the interview, we had an introductory biology lab.  We got the usual safety speech about being careful with materials, trying not to start fires, and being sure to be clean and orderly. I couldn’t even clean my room at home very well. I always thought smart kids were supposed to be messy! I’ve been lied to! Oh well. That’s changed.

Finally, I find myself with work left to do, a guitar begging to be played, and a yearning for tomorrow to be here. You see, it was my mom’s birthday yesterday, as well as her 20th anniversary, and she is coming up to get me tomorrow. She swears that I’ll have to drive because she won’t stop hugging me. How I am going to drive with her wrapped around me is an interesting question, but I’m sure we’ll figure it out.  If it turns out a crash is likely if she doesn’t let go, I hope she will. However, I just never know with her. She is a bit of a daredevil.  Well, that’s the news from me to yous. Blog ya later! In the meantime, enjoy every sandwich.

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2 Responses to A Day in the Life

  1. Lynne Kennedy says:

    Can’t wait to see you, tomorrow!!

  2. Kevin A. Kennedy, Sr. says:

    Hey, Cannonball! It’s great to follow your day-to-day experiences by reading your blogs and tweets. Keep up the good work!

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