The Life of a College Student

My mom is always telling me how she is worried about me because I pull a lot of all-nighters and don’t have “time” to exercise. That may or may not be justified… It probably is.

Some of you may be aware that the last colleges to go on summer break are finally almost there – finals week. Quite literally the most stressful time of a students life. And guess what? They get to go through this stressful period of life anywhere between 8 and 15 different times over the course of their undergraduate career (depending on semester vs. quarter and if you stay an extra year and whatnot). 

I just think it’s funny, in a slightly unsanitary way, how college students, including myself, live their lives around finals. Let me just walk you through an example of a couple of days, let’s say the week before finals:

Thursday: wake up, get ready, go to class or whatever school obligation you might have, go to the library, start studying, notice you’re hungry around 11pm (when all the places on campus are closed), head to the vending machine for a snickers and pepsi, head back to the library, drag on through the night, watch the sun rise, get coffee, go to class maybe around 10am or 11am, and repeat. Notice the lack of showering and teeth-brushing included in that plan? Oh, you also sometimes go 48+ hours without changing (girls, this is not a good week to go boyfriend hunting.)

I usually plan my schedule for a full day and night of studying, then in the morning I go home and shower and relax for maybe a moment or two, then start studying, then realize I have work until midnight, come home from work and crash until 8am when I force myself to get up and study more. Rinse and repeat, my friends.

All of this for the hope that you might earn that A… an unlikely future for me. But hey, let’s stay positive? 

The weird thing is… you major barely even matters. Unless you’re pre-med or something smart like that then let’s face it, you learn all you need to know in the real world. Yeah, school teaches you a lot of cool stuff, and I really do enjoy, learning it; but I wan’t to go into marketing and advertising… how much do you think my sociology or philosophy professors are going to teach me about that? Nada.

So for you parents who are worried about your kids strange habits, I assue you they are okay (hopefully… unless something is seriously wrong, then you should probably get that checked out.) 

In a society where being successful in school has been made so crucial, students are put under immense amounts of stress for something that doesn’t really matter that much. Think about it. Don’t get me wrong, I love school and I’m planning to graduate in 3 years! But to all those parents who still ride their kids about that one B+… Stop. You’re annoying and no one likes you. Your child can handle themselves.

That being said, I should probably get back to studying. I don’t know if you can tell, but I use WordPress when I’m still in the study zone but don’t actually feel like doing work. Whatever. Off to fry my brain just a little bit more! Bisous.


Take Me Out!

For those of you who don’t know… I’m an 18 year old girl from Southern California. Why does that matter exactly? Because I’d like to emphasize that 95% of girls (especially the ones I know) under the age of 20 don’t give a shit about professional sports, unless the players are hot or publicized more so than other (*cough* Kobe *cough*). I am one of these girls. Professional sports go right over my head, for the most part. I work in a sports-bar style restaurant where we only play games and where people come to watch games and enjoy a moderately priced meal. I’m the kind of girl who offers to work on the day of the Super Bowl because I would have no plans to watch it. I like sports, don’t get me wrong, and games are always fun to attend, but I just don’t really understand them nor know any players, so I’m a little on-the-outs when I hang out with guys and watch games.

There is one exception; and that would be baseball.

Baseball is just great, I don’t even know how to explain why, it just is. Games are always a blast, you just get to eat hotdogs, drink beer, observe millions of attractive guys, and buy overpriced merchandise. I actually enjoy the sport too. I just like the way a game is laid out… you get to see a team play in two different ways – batting and fielding. Now I’d just like to preface that I’m not a crazy wild fanatic that NEEDS one certain team to win every single time, I just like to watch the game. I have some favorite teams, of course, and there are only a few that I just can not stand, but I’m always open to learning about a new team. Like yesterday…

I went to my first Angels game! I have always supported my home teams (Padres and Dodgers), but ever since I moved to LA, all of my new friends are crazy Angels fans! Anaheim is halfway between my home in San Diego and my home in LA… why not give them a shot? SO much fun. I’ve never been a girl that wears a lot of red, but seeing a stadium full of red was fascinating somehow… beautiful, really! I went with a few friends, one of them a die-hard fan, so she helped me learn everything I needed to know about the team and really got me to like them. Getting to know the players helps a lot too, when attending your first game somewhere.

Can we just take a minute to wonder how the Angels somehow scored 99% of all attractive professional baseball players? CJ Wilson, Peter Bourjos, Josh Hamilton, Mark Trumbo, Howard Kendrick, Ryan Madson, Sean Burnett, John Hester, Andrew Romine, and my personal favorite Mike Trout. Seriously, guys… it’s a beautiful sight.

While this is not the most alluring blog post, I wanted to verbalize my newfound love for the Angels. Until next time!


How To Dine-Out… The Right Way.

This is a long one, but I think it’s something everyone should really know, so bare with me… I tried to make it interesting/funny, which probably didn’t work out too well.

One activity that almost everyone in the world participates in is going out to eat, whether it be every day, nce every six months, a super-high-end-fancy fine dining restaurant, or a local taco shack, almost everyone does it. Similarly to retail, we don’t always think about the people working at these places and what they do to make sure we get what we want.

I work in a casual lunch/dinner restaurant, which also happens to be a big corperation – there are a lot of them all over. There are ups and downs to working for a large corperation, but that’s aside the point. I’m here to explain to all you ignorant restaurant-goers what it’s really like to work with the general public, because ya’ll suck.

My position at this restaurant is hostess and takeout. That means I’m either the one at the front of the restaurant taking names for the waitlist and bringing you to your table, or the one handeling all of the orders that people place to take-out.

Tip #1: If the host tells you there is a wait, but you see some empty tables, do not assume she just doesn’t like you or the way you smell and thus does not want to seat you at those tables. More than likely they are either reserved (for people smart enough to make a reservation) or the host is dealing with all the people at the front first, and then planning to make their way down the list and seat all of those tables with people that are ahead of you.

It is honestly the most annoying thing when people think they know your job better than you. Yes, sir, I see that there are empty tables, I will put your name down and you will be sat after the 50 people ahead of you. No, sir, you are a middle aged father here with your family, a wink and a few nice words will not get your name put at the top of the list.

Tip #2: The host choosees where you sit… you do not. But then again, the customer is always right, so you are allowed to say that you don’t like your table. However, when you first arrive at the restaurant, don’t tell the host you have a party of 2 then proceed to sweet talk your too-young-for-you girlfriend by saying “where do you want to sit, honey? A booth, upstairs, by the window?” That is you taking my job away from me… if you got to choose where you sat, what would be the point of a host?

A host is supposed to rotate between servers. This means that each server is designanted a section of the restaurant (usually an area with 5-10 tables) that they are responsible for. The host’s job is to make sure each server is sat equally by rotating through the sections. Servers often get mad at hosts for not seating them, they also need to understand this rule. Yes, the point of a host is to greet and seat, while rotating servers. But if there is something seriously wrong with your table, you are allowed to speak up.

Side note: My absolute favorite people are the ones who realize they’re being annoying and say “I’m so sorry but if it’s at all possible to sit elsewhere I’d really appreciate it.” I’m an understanding person, if you’re nice about it then you’re golden. It’s the self-riteous people that are the worst.

Tip #3: A wait time is an estimate made by the host by determining which tables will be getting up (usually by seeing who is finishing their meal/paying their check). Sometimes, especially if you work in a place with TV’s and there is a game on, people take longer and like to linger after they finish their meal. This can result in a scewed wait-time, someone might be done eating after an hour but continues to sit and hang out for another hour, messing up the wait time. Please try to be understanding of the wait time and realize that the host, contrary to populat belief, is not God, and they are most likely trying to seat you as soon as possible because they really just don’t want to deal with you anymore.

That’s all I have for you right now, but more might come up as I experience continued ignorancy in the restaurant industry. Everyone should really work in a restaurant at one time in their life, because, like I said, eating out is something we all do, and one should know how to treat the staff.

All in all, use your brains and be understanding when it comes to a complicated restaurant experience. Working with the general public is one of the toughest things to do out there. It takes a whole lotta restraint not to punch the shit out of every other person we deal with.