Sunday Funday

Today was my academic weekend day that wasn’t as academic as I had planned. I woke up late, again, and grabbed some breakfast with the gang (the new friends I have made). After breakfast my friend for middle school Carrie, my new friends from the “valley” in Texas (where my Abuelita lived), Vivi and I went shopping at Urban Outfitters. I have never purchased anything from Urban before so today was a day of firsts.

After shopping we call came home to work on our respective homework assignments, however I was not as motivated as I should have been and found myself easily distracted by my rather messy bed. First things first I needed a clean workspace to write my essay on, so naturally I cleaned my bed. Then it was crunch time. I worked out a pretty solid outline based off my own notes from the readings and off my lecture notes from Professor Kramnick. The essay question asks what is Plato’s critique on Athenian democracy. In my head the question could be answered with a mere he believed in hierarchy, but I know that is not what the TAs or Professor Kramnick are getting at. They want me to delve deeper into Plato’s philosophies. I know they are looking for me to take this question and explain what Plato’s theories mean to me; explain what I am getting out of them. So I think the outline I made today will help me get to that deeper level.

However, as I mentioned I was not as productive as I would like to have been. After outlining and rereading some of Plato I called my wonderful family who sent to be Cornell so that they could go to Hawaii without me. They are going to try and play it off by saying that they didn’t play this trip as a “too bad you are stuck in Ithaca where there no beaches to tan on” but they really did. Not that I think Ithaca is any worse than Hawaii and I am truly thankful I am here not there getting skin cancer. To prove I am extremely happy here I must touch on why today was such a fun day.

THERE WAS A DANCE!!!!!!! I love dances. I don’t even know if there is anything more do say than that I just love dances period. I love the getting ready before hand and I love the dancing parts. The sweaty cold feeling after dances is kind of gross and not my favorite part but you always come home with fun stories and a hoarse voice from singing along. I don’t want to dive into the dance since most dances are a “you had to be there” kind of thing and I am pretty sure most of you who are reading this would not have liked the dance since I am pretty sure most of you aren’t my age. For those of you who are my age the dance here at Cornell is a ton of fun and I strongly suggest you go.

It is bedtime for Taylor Michelle Doty. Until tomorrow, Over and Out blog readers.