Sunday, Monday, Tuesday.

Tuesday: February 10, 2015

Sunday: February 8,2015
I actually did nothing Sunday, unless you count laying on my couch while on the phone with my best friend doing something? Other than that, I just lazed around, ate a spaghetti dinner with my family, and then we all watched The Walking Dead.





Monday: February 9,2015
I attempted to wake up early and practice but I was just too tired and decided to simply wake up at 8. I threw on a  maroon sweater, olive scarf, dark blue jeans and grey boots then ate my regular bowl of cereal and packed my lunch with left over spaghetti, Hickory BBQ chips, Girl Scout coconut cookies and a Special K Berry bar. My mom and I left the house at 9:15 and got to the university at 9:45, luckily finding fast parking. In ACT Prep, we took a mock English test that was split in two sections of 30 questions each, and then compared our answers with assigned partners. During lunch, Channel went home to eat since her house is in walking distance and Emilia decided to eat in the Middle-College building on campus so I ate by myself in the UC. I didn't mind, I just popped in headphones and listened to music while I completed my homework before walking back to my Mom's car to grab my cello. Because I hadn't practiced that morning, I wanted to get there earlier than Mrs.Martin to cram at-least a warm up, but by the time I grabbed my cello, walked to the Music Building, and set up my stuff, not even two notes later she came into the room. We had a very productive lesson regardless, and she gave me tons of "homework" to practice throughout this week. My mom picked me up and we drove over to Starbucks before I went to Algebra. We pretty much just went over our homework and then were split into groups to work on the study guide for the upcoming quiz on Wednesday. Similarly, in Chemistry, we took some review notes and were broken off into groups to work on a study guide also for an upcoming quiz this Wednesday. Instead of waiting for my mom to come pick me up at 6:30, Heather drove me home. I completed two hours of homework before dropping off my brother at his tuba lesson and going to the library with my mom before going back to pick him up. When we got home we decided to have a simple dinner of soup while watching The Bachelor (to any fans out there, that was a very awkward episode wasn't it?).





Tuesday: February 10, 2015
IT'S MY MOM'S BIRTHDAY!!!
I woke up at 8:30 this morning, quickly getting dressed in order to actually practice this morning. However, I ended up only practicing for 30 minutes before being too tired and not being able to concentrate. Then I went back to my bedroom and straightened my hair before going back downstairs to read "Before I Fall" by Lauren Oliver while eating Red Berry Special K cereal. My mom and I warmed up spaghetti for lunch, finishing it and left the house at 11:45. Our first stop was Starbucks so my mom could get her free birthday drink, she got a Venti Cinnamon Dolce Latte and I got a Venti Iced White Chocolate Mocha. Next we went to the Middle-College building for me to return the laptop I had borrowed yesterday, and then my history class. My usual seat was taken so I ended up sitting in the front row while my professor lectured, I actually kind of liked it better. After class, the guy that sat next to me in class walked with me to Starbucks, bought my drink, then walked me to my next class, English. Starting at 2:45, we first talked about author's appeals (Pathos, Logos, Ethos) then rhetorical devices and lastly, read a speech by Hitler and had to annotate and recognize the appeals and devices. After English, I had ballet which left me sore up to now with my feet, legs and arms hurting. Now I'm in the library since I had to print some homework out and finish up some things.
My backyard with my dogs, blackberry and howie.






Dancer life is great because leotards and tights #noboobsnoproblem

Thanks for reading,
Have a good day!

Katya Podkovyroff 
"The September Journalist"

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