Yesterday my dad told me about Benny’s encounter with himself.  Apparently he decided to jump up and put his front paws on the sink counter in my parents’ bathroom.  There’s a huge wall size mirror above the sinks and as soon as Benny jumped up, he noticed the ‘other dog’ in front of him.  He stood there for a bit just staring at himself and then when he decided to jump down, he saw the ‘other dog’ doing the same and stopped.  He kept watching the ‘other dog’ doing everything he did and then he started growling.  I wish someone had gotten it on video so I could have seen it.  I’m going to try to get him to do it again the next time I’m home and if it works I’ll definitely get a video!

Every student begs for extra credit at least once during the semester, usually after you bomb a test or write a truly atrocious paper.  You usually hope for a one page write up of some extra lecture someone is giving on campus, or an extra homework assignment or something.  Anything that will help boost your grade.  It doesn’t matter what it is or how long it takes, most students will do anything for a few extra credit points.

I am no stranger to the begging for extra credit thing.  I do it all the time.  It’s just a bit different for me, being a psychology major.  Sure, I’ve done the occasional extra paper or movie write-up, but most of my extra credit does not involve anything more strenuous than circling numbers on a survey.  Nearly every single psychology professor I’ve had will give us an extra credit point for participating in some sort of study another professor is running.  I’ve had my grade boosted an entire letter grade just for agreeing to be in a few studies.

Yesterday I got an email from my Animal Behavior professor.  She’s still sick and told us that if we wanted to get an extra point tacked onto our final grade at the end of the semester, all we had to do was show up to class today and fill out a survey.  Seemed easy enough, so I went.  The research assistant passed out the survey and it took me ten minutes to complete.  The class is an hour and a half long.  So not only do I get an extra credit point, I got to have nearly an entire class canceled.  Ten minutes for a point?  Yep, totally worth it!

I love being a psychology major.

Today I walked into Animal Behavior and the Psychology Department’s secretary was standing in the front of the room.  My professor had canceled the last class and the one before that didn’t take place because of mid-semester break.  So we hadn’t had class in nearly two weeks.  The TV projector was on, so I figured the professor had given the secretary some sort of movie for us to watch.

I was right.  The secretary put the movie in, stood in the doorway for about ten minutes, and then left.  Then everyone took out their phones/laptops and started to go online, text, and talk.  Hardly anyone was really paying attention.  I was on Twitter and AIM on my iPod and was Tweeting about all of this.  About halfway through the movie, one person just got up and left.  Another girl fell asleep.  A few minutes later two more people left.  Then three more left.  It was really funny.  My friend whom I was IMing told me to leave, but I wanted to stay to find out how many people would leave.  No one else left and the girl who had been asleep woke up.

At one point the movie screen when blue and then it got really fuzzy.  Everyone started talking and when it fixed itself a minute later, everyone groaned.  We left as soon as the credits started rolling, though.  I was impressed by how many people actually stayed for the whole thing.  Only six of about 40 people left.

Last night I was video chatting with a few of my friends from LeakyCon.  I was telling everyone that Chik-Fil-A had this deal a while ago where if you wore your favorite sports team’s jersey, you’d get a free chicken sandwich or something like that.  I read about it on MyLifeIsAverage.  I wished there was a Chik-Fil-A near me so that I could wear a Chudley Cannons (Quidditch team) jersey and get a free sandwich for it.  Hence why I had to tell my Harry Potter friends about it.

As I was telling the story, one of my friends started cracking up.  Apparently I have been pronouncing Chik-Fil-A wrong ever since I first heard about it.  I had been prouncing it Chick Fill Uh.  She told me it’s pronounced Chick Filet.  Then she told me I’m the most Northern person and I’m such a Yank.  She used to live sort of close to me, but she recently moved to North Carolina and she lived down South when she was younger as well.

I’m glad she told me.  Now if I ever go to a Chik-Fil-A, I won’t pronounce it wrong.

The other day I walked through my college’s main quad and looked at the light up sign thing that the college government uses to advertise their school sponsored programs.  It had been blank for days.  That day it said ‘Have a good summer!’  I wonder who decided to put that up.  Everyone was able to see it as we were trudging our way to class, summer well behind us.

Yesterday three of my friends and I were walking to the movie theater for the midnight movie from one of my friend’s apartment.  It’s a really short walk.  We were about halfway there when we crossed paths with an old drunk guy who exclaimed.

“I love living in a college town!  There’s all these beautiful young women walking around.  But I’m too old.”

Once he passed us we burst out laughing.

I had a meeting at school last night in which my RA told us the school’s new policy on swine flu.  Apparently, if you think you have swine flu, you are NOT to go to the student health center.  That just cracked me up!  They don’t want it getting spread around, I guess.

Both of the professors whose classes I’ve had so far have talked about swine flu.  One of them had an entire section on his syllabus devoted to it.

Today we dropped my bro off at college, which went quite smoothly for my family.  We emptied the Uhaul trailer out on the sidewalk next to his building and while my dad went to park the van, I went with my bro to find out where he signed into his dorm.  My mom and sisters stayed with the stuff.

We found the place and one of the RAs gave my bro a bunch of paperwork and then told him she’d take him up to his dorm.  She then looked at me and said, “Just wait here and I’ll be back to check you in.”

I said, “Oh, no, I don’t go here, I’m his sister.”  She laughed and said, “I know how that is.  I always got mistaken for older than I was when my brother went away to school.”

I just nodded and went to get some of my bro’s stuff.  Judging by her reply, I think she thought I was actually younger than him.  I suppose I should have told her I was a senior, it would have been kind of funny to see her reaction.

Packing up the Uhaul for college went quite smoothly this year.  We did not have to turn around once.  I am currently in a hotel near my bro’s college and am quite impressed with their Wi-Fi.

I received an email from my college yesterday informing me about a project the town is starting.  They are replacing the sewer system on Main Street.  They could not have timed that better.  I can only imagine the meeting that decided the timing.  When would this project be the most irritating?  Move in weekend for the college of course!

My brother was telling my dad how he needed to buy a bunch of granola bars and other various snacks for his dorm room the other day.  This is how the conversation went.

Bro-  “I’m gonna want some granola bars for my dorm room.”
Dad-  “Why?  That’s what the dining hall’s for?”
Me-  “Yeah, but you have to get up at 7:30 in the morning to go.”

Dad-  “The dining hall’s open later than that.”

Bro-  “Well, the dining hall near my dorm isn’t open for breakfast, so I’ll have to walk to the one across campus.  I’ll need to eat something when I wake up for the walk over.”