Your Sister is a Snow-Driving Superstar!

Yeah, I put up posters. Aaaall over. They say, "Amy Wants You To Read Her Blog" and has a big chariacature of me pointing at the reader, Uncle Sam-style.

I found out where the student lounge is and I might go over there later on today. The only problem is that unless they have free food, there's not really anything over there to draw me in. Arcade games? TVs? Air hockey? Not really my thing. Maybe they have really comfy couches. All I need to survive this really long break is a comfy chair and an outlet so I can plug in my laptop. And there's free food at the Writing Center anyway. At the moment it's honey mustard and onion pretzels, which are surprisingly delicious. And coffee, which is good too. So I'm sitting in a hallway on a comfy chair next to an outlet and some vending machines (and a lady who's been sitting here staring into space for the last fifteen minutes, kind of starting to weird me out), and I'm all set.

Today I read a paper that was submitted online that was a high school student's reinterpretation of the phrase "all's fair in love and war". I thought of you. The only problem was that it soon became obvious that she didn't understand the generally accepted meaning of the phrase and she had no idea where she was going with it, ultimately BSing something about romance during wartime and covering up her BS with flowery language. I wasn't fooled. But how do you tell someone that they need to restart their entire paper from scratch? Let me tell you - it's a lot easier to do it over the internet. We tutors don't even have to sign the emails with our names, so we can bluff if any wronged students come to the WC looking for blood.

You know how last night it snowed? Well I'm here to tell you that I AM AWESOME and was able to slip and slide my way to school in a half-hour (which is what it generally takes on a normal snow-free day). Just thought I'd let you know. However, you'll probably be hearing from me after work meeting because I'll need to know if it's safe to drive on Nelson and whatnot. Since it's probably pretty soupy down there.

When I get home we need to party with Kristin and that one guy because they'll be leaving sometime. Sunday? Monday? Anyway. We should make them a card or something so they don't forget about us.

Cheers,

Amy