No, not “those” girls.

You know… the girls that look good no matter what the weather?? You all know who I’m talking about.. you either work with her, or see her on campus. Or maybe she’s just a stranger you see on the street.

In any case, she’s “that” girl. It’s 18 degrees outside, snowing like mad, and for some reason or another, she still looks great. Her hair is still perfectly curled with a few snowflakes in it to make it look angelic. And no matter how hard the wind blows, her hair never gets in her face. Her make up is still perfectly in place, not a smudge on her. Her jeans or slacks have some how magically kept dry. Her Northface or Columbia jacket perfectly matches her Uggs. (Don’t think that for one second that was a coincidence).

She’s THAT girl.

Or when it’s raining, she has a cute little umbrella to carry. Forget the fact that IUPUI is a commuter campus and that you don’t have the opportunity to go to your room or car to grab things you need for your classes; hence you bring everything with you in a little backpack that weighs 50 lbs and just DO NOT have an extra arm to carry an umbrella.

But she does. She is carrying a little purse with ONE book and by some miracle of Jesus Christo has plenty of room for her umbrella.

I’m just not one of those girls.

I’m 5’2 and all my pants are too long for me. I’ve come to terms with it.. I’m just always going to walk on my pants. I’m not trendy or stylish so I don’t have the cute snow bunny attire. My hair’s a mess and in my face as I try to balance my 50 lb backpack and my huge oversize coat that I’m swimming in. I’m walking in all the slushy, black snow and my feet are freezing.

I’ve never been particularly graceful in bad weather.. I just don’t handle it well.

I applaud you, graceful girl in bad weather.

And now I’m going to push you into the slushy, black snow.

So, I’ve been doing some thinking lately.. shocker, I know.

It’s getting T-minus less than two months until I’m a college graduate. It’s been a long road, but I’m finally here. It will be kind of weird for me not to say “student” when people ask what I do. (Well, along with my 2 other jobs.. hehe).

So, I was thinking…I think we (college students) hide behind this title. It’s so easy for us to use the excuse that we have to study, or we have to do something for school, or we haven’t done something because we’re in college.. blah blah blah.

What happens after we graduate? All we have to hide behind are our degrees. No longer will the dread of midterms, papers, thesis writings, finals, etc. loom over our heads. As much as we complain about these…aren’t they sort of comforting? I know how to study.. I know how to make good grades..I know how to live with guidelines..but do I know how to live without them? I guess we’ll see…

Also, as I spend many late nights in the library and in the journalism Mac lab I find myself having conversations with fellow seniors ready to graduate in December or May. We discuss our sincere mutual hatred for waiting to take dumb electives until last semester, parking on campus, general loathing for life.. etc. College seniors are some of the most bitter individuals you will find.. I promise. But, we all chalk it up to “senioritis” and go towards the light of graduation.. and alcohol…lots and lots of alcohol.

But, I wonder.. is it really senioritis? Hell, I was bored two years ago.. I’ve been antsy to move on to the next bigger and better thing for about as long as I can remember. Are we ever really content with where we are headed? Or are we always looking for the next bigger and better thing? So I ask.. are we in a perpetual state of senioritis?

Guess it isn’t as bad as purgatory.. Ha.

So, it was Friday night and I was on the couch watching Reality TV. I’ve become quite the homebody since entering this new phase of my life. Quite a change from the bartending lifestyle. Haven’t decided if I like it or not yet..get back to me on that.

So anyway..there I was watching some I Love New York. (Season 2 Premiere..tonight!!). And I had a craving.. a BIG craving for some White Castle. Now, I’ve been doing soooo good lately on eating healthy and taking care of myself. In fact, I’ve lost 25 lbs! Almost down to the size I was in high school! *pat on the back* But for some reason, I had the Harold and Kumar fever and had to make a run for it.

So I head down Emerson Avenue thinking about my tasty little burgers. I approach the drive thru window and was pleasantly surprised to hear a friendly voice come through the speaker. It’s a rarity these days to hear anything but rudeness and disdain when patroning anything fast food related. I placed my order and headed to the window. A really nice woman handed me my drink and told me it would be just a minute on my food. (I had ordered a chicken sandwich without cheese..cheese=yuck).

As I was waiting she handed me a little lottery ticket to scratch off and see if I won anything free. I scratched. I lost. She coyly handed me another one saying “I’m only supposed to give out one..but go ahead and take another. I’ve never seen someone lose twice!”. Well, ma’am…you’ve never encountered someone with my luck I thought to myself.

I scratched. I lost.

She looked at me with surprise. I smiled and told her, “That’s just my luck!”

Then she said something to me that I know I’ll carry with me forever. So simple, but so true. She smiled at me and said “I hear ya, honey. I swear, if I was starving to death and it was raining soup, I’d be standing somewhere with a fork.”

I looked at her and just laughed. How true is that?

She handed me my food along with another ticket. I scratched. I lost.

“Did you win anything??” she asked.

“I sure did,” I said. “But, I think I’m going to wait and use this one the next time I come through!”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth.