For other people, their birthday is the best day of the year. They celebrate the week before and after, and love having a huge party to celebrate. Here's a laundry list of just about everything that can happen on your birthday.
Have a great week!
1. When do I have class again?
You have a screenshot of your schedule on your phone, it's your laptop background and you made your mom text it to you every so often throughout the day just in case. By next week you'll be able to walk to class in your sleep.
2. Did I have class with her last semester? Should I say hi?
There's that girl you had a class with like four semesters ago. She's probably ignoring you, but you just keep staring at her until your memory fails you.
3. Absolutely ridiculous.
You mostly likely had this thought while reading the syllabus and seeing that the oral presentation makes up 30 percent of your final grade. Good luck.
4. When does this class end?
You know when this class ends. The professor knows when this class ends. All your classmates know when the class ends. Staring at the clock won't make the time go faster.
5. I'm hungry.
You're always hungry because YOU NEVER STOP EATING.
6. WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?
Everyone is really quiet because no one here knows each other. Now you have to make all new friends and you're dreading every minute of it.
7. Why do I have to introduce myself?
I hate icebreakers. "Tell us your name, major/year and a fun fact about you." No, I don't want to. Can we leave now? Please?
8. When did they fix __?
You were probably shocked when you came into school and saw the escalators working again like they should be. Consider yourself blessed.
9. I need coffee.
You haven't even finished your second cup. This is what you get for sleeping at 3 a.m. when you have a 9 a.m. class, forgetting to factor in the hour and a half commute to get to school. You probably won't learn from your mistakes.
10. Yes, coffee.
This is your fourth cup and it isn't even 11 a.m. yet.
11. Why am I here?
Because you don't want to live with your parents for the rest of your life. It's time to get it together and get those As.
12. I'm going to pass this class.
You're positive outlook is cute and needed. You can get those As only if you believe in yourself.
13. I'm going to fail this class.
So you took a closer look at the syllabus and saw how much work is involved in a three-credit course. But don't give up, it's only the first day. You still have several months of torture ahead.
Without seeing your face, people will often assume you’re the other gender and address you as such, often beginning an email using the wrong article.
“What time was your appointment?”
“2:00!”
“2:00…?”
“Yes, 2:00.”
“Are you sure?”
Being asked to repeat yourself, accompanied with a very confused face, is the norm.
It would just be so much easier if my name were a “typical” boy/girl name.
“Your parents must be very interesting. Is there a cool story behind it? Why did they name you that? Are you named after a famous ancestor? Is there any meaning to it?” No.
I’m not the only one! Let’s be friends!
Nice to meet you… I guess…
Oh. Okay. That’s nice.
Hahaha, no. It’s a sensitive topic.
“Oh, I thought you were a boy/girl.”
“Well. I’m not…”
What is someone supposed to say to that?
Their name is Mackenzie and I can’t find them on Facebook! Do I address the email Mr. or Ms.???
“Why did you name me this?! You don’t understand the struggle!”
Yes, you have an “atypical” name, but that’s rare and awesome and you’re fierce.
I get it, my shining pale face among this sea of caramel-toned goddesses is easy to pick out. Thanks for boosting my self esteem.
Yes, lights on or lights off, you still can't lose me.
White+orange= orange. I'm going to let you think that one through.
By the looks of my lobster-red tan lines after being in the sun for fifteen minutes, I'd say the latter.
Thanks for transferring all my insecurities to my children. I'm crossing my fingers and toes they won't inherit this trait... for their sake.
Congratulations!
Don't turn me against my own kind.
Must be nice to lay out without having to hide under a towel.
I'm just reapplying my SPF 5000 every twenty minutes because it's fun for me.
Yes, because I wanted my nose to disappear in this photo.
The blood rushes to your face too, ya know. My skin just does a worse job of hiding it...
Can't a girl wear white or pale pink or light yellow without being ridiculed?!
Don't tell me how to live my life.
No. Because everyone is the same color as I am in the winter.
But hey, enjoy your tan lines and perfect selfies while you can. Because I'll be laughing when you look like leather and my porcelain skin keeps on keeping on.
No 9-year-old should be that talented.
The worst is when you're assigned the same piece. Like why.
"It gets easier to perform the more you do it." LIES.
Chances are, those classes require the most practice/rehearsal/homework. And you don't even get credit for all of your hard work.
It's much harder to appreciate Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 5 in C Minor when all you can think of is all the homework sitting on your desk at home and the inevitable all-nighter in your near future.
"I may have rocked that melisma on the second page, but the Eb in the third bar was really flat."
Imagine America's Got Talent every semester...for a grade...yeah, Simon Cowell's nothing compared to juries.
I thought we were supposed to look nice?
Is it too hard to ask for some peace and quiet around here?!
'Popera' is not opera. Educate yourself, hon.
Actually, it's more like finals month. And not only do we have exams, but we also have countless performances to prepare for. And juries. And essays.
I haven't slept in 6 days, my recital is next week, and I haven't even started researching for the essay on Stravinsky that's due in 2 weeks, but I'm fine.
You're a musician for life. So go out there and kick booty.
