The quality on this video is horrible, but I’m sharing it anyway. This was the most popular song at our formal, and even if you can’t see the picture clearly, just look at all the bouncing figures doing variations of hoedown dances you can even see a tall figure in a cowboy hat in the background, which is our advisor, Doc.

Formal was lots of fun. I’d expound further, but I’ve got all sorts of stuff due tomorrow. Have you noticed how bad I’ve been with keeping up with things around here? I haven’t done my 5 Links for Friday in a few weeks becase I just haven’t had time to find good links.

Enough complaining, I’ll leave you with this picture of the best sorority family ever, the McStwiller-Bekezudics (”Bo-key-zoo-ditch”) Family.

Yesterday marked my last day EVER of undergraduate courses. That is kind of scary and kind of exciting, all at the same time.

I’m filled with my normal end of semester anticipation. I can’t wait to get all these finals done with, to be able to relax and pack up and go HOME. I wish time would move faster so that I can quit suffering through a 15 page paper on Free Banking and hit the road.

At the same time, I wish time would just slow the heck down so that I could savor this last week. Leaving for college wasn’t hard for me, because as you drive away you know you’ll be back in a couple weekends. You’ll be back for breaks. You’ll come home, eventually.

When I leave here, that is IT. When I drive out of this town, I won’t be coming back. Sure, I may visit every once in a while for homecoming or something of that sort, but it’s not the same. I’ve got to say goodbye to people who’ve been a huge part of my life for the past 4.5 years. There are some people I know I won’t ever see again.

Ah, well. Such is life. I’m off to formal!

I’m blogging right now from the floor right outside my classroom where I have animal nutrition class.

I had a test today, which was going well. There was one problem in particular that I was feeling pretty good about. We had to figure out the Crude Protein Equivalence when given a chemical formula. This type of thing really only has a couple steps, and the problem was worth 40 points.

I completed everything and left the classroom. And then I remembered that I forgot to do the last step of the problem, the part that converts the percentage of nitrogen to the crude protein equivalent.

40 points.

Down the drain.

I crumpled to the ground and there was gnashing of teeth and rending of clothes.

So here I lay. On the floor right outside my classroom where I have animal nutrition class. I’ve lost the will to go on.

I’m going to stay here forever. Or at least until tomorrow, when I get to go home for Thanksgiving break.

…Kalin has a social life!

No, I am kidding.

I did go out last night with some of my sorority sisters to see One Republic in concert. I dig their music and was pretty excited that they came to our university. Apparently we won the opportunity in some contest on Facebook.

As one of the members of the Student Activities Board was announcing our accomplishment, my friend Becca turned to me. “Did you participate in that?” she asked.

“No!” I answered, “I didn’t even know about it until it was over. Did you?”

“Yeah!” she responded. But then the announcer started listing off things that people had done to win points in the contest (visiting websites, voting on things, etc.). “Wait,” Becca said, “maybe that was something else…”

Besides our lack of participation in getting them there, the band put on a great show. That is a fairly big compliment from me, because I tend to dislike a lot of live music. I know, that’s the opposite of most college students it seems, but these days there are too many bands that just don’t sound good live. That was not the case this time, I’m happy to report.

Enough of my commentary on the music industry! Here are your (drumroll please)…

Five Links for Friday

My sister Lil provides photographic evidence of her daughter playing with a friendly little snake. This is especially impressive to me because it was mere weeks ago when I got scared by a piece of rope that was lying on the sidewalk because I thought it could be a snake. And it is worth mentioning that I already knew it was a piece of rope before I got scared.

Over at Alpaca Farm Girl’s blog, she’s posted pictures of their newest addition.

Fidget at Finding Yourself Despite Yourself posted a hilarious video demonstrating what some Basset Hound owners are subjected to at 2AM.

Angela from My Dogumentary shared pictures of her dogs’ Halloween costumes. I love that they go together. I’m going to do this with the ferrets next year. Maybe they will go as a weasel and a big rat. Oh, wait…

This last one is not actually a blog, but Slick Deals gathers up all sorts of bargains and coupons on the internet and posts them each day as they come in. Some are completely worthless to me, but others are pretty handy!

In closing, here is a picture I took of Huckleberry Finn leaping off of a small table.


(I bet right about now you are feeling pretty silly for falling for that whole “I’ve got a social life” trick I pulled earlier, eh?)

Ahh, Corn Maze. It is one of my favorite events. As my college career quickly comes to a close, I can’t help but to get nostalgic about things, and Corn Maze is no exception.

I remember back to freshman year, when I traipsed across a muddy pasture (You have not seen a muddy pasture until you’ve seen a Missouri muddy pasture. I nearly dislocated my hip trying to pull my foot out.) with two of my sorority sisters, through a barbed wire fence to the wooded acreage next to the university farm. There we felled a few small saplings, dragged them back across the pasture and made some wooden crosses for our graveyard scene.
The first night of the maze started out perfectly, weather-wise: a full moon was partially obstructed by clouds that were being pushed by the same breeze that constantly rustled the corn so no one could hear you walk through it. Thunder rumbled in the distance for most of the night until it started raining. Then it started POURING, and all of us workers ran to the classroom building. Or we tried to, at least. Finding your way through a dark corn maze is hard enough, let alone with cheap Halloween makeup running into your eyes.

Sophomore year must have been pretty boring, as I don’t remember it much at all.

Junior year found me and the president at the time climbing through the maze at 7PM on opening night, the time at which it opens, trying desperately to run electrical cords from the single generator to all of the scenes. It was dark, we were carrying hundreds of feet worth of electrical cords and we had people lined up, waiting to get on the hay ride for the journey down. That’s when our last 100-foot cord, the one we desperately needed, got hopelessly tangled. Talk about stress!

Speaking of stress, senior year, as you can read in this blog, involved me being in charge of the maze since the president of our sorority was out of town. The maze also happened to be during homecoming weekend, when we had a parade and other such activities to coordinate as well. I happened to come down with a terrible case of bronchitis that very week. Good times.

This year, as I said, was the best yet. Everything got done early, we were well-prepared, we advertised a great deal, and we had the largest crowd come through yet.

People screamed, people jumped, people fell down, people peed themselves, people cried and people got hopelessly lost in the maze. I’m going to miss it.

We all remember this entry, right? Where some anonymous trickster took a pro-Hereford statement of Doc’s out of context and put it on a poster? Yes, we remember.

I walked into my animal nutrition class the other day a minute late and was just getting settled into my seat as Doc discussed the upcoming test.

“This one’s known to be tough,” he said. No doubt referring to the myriad of chemical processes and relationship we need to know. “People have a really hard time with it. So I was going to take it easy on you, but then I saw THIS on my door,” and he whipped out the poster. He continued on to explain how terrible the test was going to be, and how organic chemistry, a notoriously painful class, would seem like a walk in the park in comparison.

Doc’s motto of “I don’t get mad, I get even,” suddenly popped into my head, along with the fact that he never followed through on his threats after Operation: Shetland Valentine.

Perhaps I should have waited until after the test to make the poster.

So now I’m studying for this exam, and wishing for useful things like Glycolysis for Dummies. But hey, I did just learn after my entire college career that it is actually the Krebs Cycle and not the Kreps Cycle as I’d always believed. This test is going to go well, I can feel it!

WHO would do this?

WHO would latch onto this quote the moment it left Doc’s lips?

WHO would take it out of context and painstakingly scrawl it onto a large piece of poster board?

WHO would attach said poster to Doc’s door the night before Tuesday, when he has no classes, in hopes of him coming in late and lots of students seeing it right on his door?

I don’t know. It is impossible to tell.

I don’t think we’ll ever know who did it.

I don’t think we should even try to figure it out.

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