The One Where Ania Gets Reminisce-y About College, Take Two

Woah. I’m officially finished with my second year of college. I can’t believe it, and yet it’s here. I’m jetting off on a plane to Europe in a few hours and I’m half way done with my college education. Jesus Christ, when did I get so old? About a year ago I posted a recap of last year. This year I’m going to do the same.

During Summer 2009, I had an affair with a machine and realized that the time I spent at the gym was definitely related to how hot the trainers were. And whether or not a certain hot soldier was working out on an exercise bike when I got there or not. I spent my summer working at the Store, where I wrote a letter to my male customers about how letting me “accidentally” walk in on them in the fitting room isn’t really all that hot. I also tried to be nice to my readers about the fact that I fail as a blogger a lot and give them a list of places to read stuff because I apparently can’t write a post to save my life. Then I added in the fact that I went to a Coldplay concert that was absolutely positively amazing. Plus I rambled on about how I brought the wrong shoes when I went to visit my friends at their college. That was kind of a fail.

What can I say about my sophomore year of college? This year I became an RA and took way too many trips to the hospital with numerous residents. I’m saving those fun stories for after graduation.

P and I became fantastically close friends. We’ve had quite a few adventures involving wonderfully foreign boys and a trip to Brooklyn at 4 AM on Halloween, convinced that we “fell back” an hour and it was only 3 AM. Who changes time on Halloween? I mean really? That’s asking for confusion. I didn’t write about that because I love my brother very much and would like to see him live to be 30. I also got screwed over by a friend, whom I’ve obviously since forgiven and love a lot but it was still a huge part of my life and has jaded me in some ways. It also taught me a lot about being “decoration” and how uncomfortable clubs and places like that make me. I took a French class where I revealed my utter and complete inner nerd to my professor by writing a biography of Harry Potter, which wasn’t really at all appreciated. He kind of ignored my topic, which was insulting because, hello HARRY POTTER! And especially when 90% of the girls in my class wrote about Coco Chanel, you’d think Harry would be refreshing. Then I went home to South Carolina and kicked my friends’ asses at poker. In December I went a little picture crazy and posted a lot of images and about how I went to Central Park with a certain photographer friend who was coincidentally brought up again when I made a shitload of excuses for someone. It’s okay though because I am really skilled at avoiding people. It’s a skill.

I wrote my first ever guest post over at Cheryl’s blog, which was insanely exciting. It was all about my insane talents as a Facebook creeper and how I’m going to try and stop doing that. Apparently this is a theme common in my life because I just wrote about it a few days ago here.

I also turned 20 this year, which is insane. I celebrated with another extravaganza, this one only being one day. We ate dinner at Elmo and went to a club Green House (I think). We also blew out a Yankee candle because that’s how we roll. And because we can never remember to actually buy candles.

I spent Valentine’s day with good old P, celebrating our singleness by going to a Ke$ha concert and finding our new favorite band, Black Taxi. We’ve managed to see another Black Taxi show and were going to go to one in Brooklyn a few weeks ago but life and school got in the way.

P & R got me tickets for a John Mayer concert at MSG so I got to see him live. It was amazing. My favorite part was when he sang “Who Says” and substituted NYC boroughs instead of New Orleans or whatever.

Then I wrote a relatively depressing post about wanderlust and wanting to move around. I finished a ton of projects, including building a chair for a class. See how cute it is?
I created an entire selling presentation for Givenchy Phenomen’ Eyes mascara, which my professor refuses to tell my grade for because he’s a crotchety old man. I had fun nights out in the city. I had a good time.

Next year I’ll be a junior and finally turning 21. Hopefully I’ll keep the same friends and have even more good times. But for now, a thank you to all of my wonderful friends. I love ya’ll so much.