The Office: S1E1 (The Bathroom)

At work, on my floor, there is a bathroom. This bathroom is all the way at the (opposite) end of the hall, and despite having luxurious soaps, only has two stalls. Now our building tries to be energy efficient. This means that if no one is using a room the lights are off. This applies to bathrooms. This is not an embarrassing story, but it is about my greatest fear. The point of saying that there are only two stalls shows the infrequency that this lavatory is in use. Rarely is there more than one person in there, but should someone else have the urge, there is no line and no awkward waiting for that single user to finish. However, since this is not a large room and rarely are there two people letting nature take its course at the same time, it has become muscle memory that I turn the light off when leaving the throne room. Now surely you all are wondering what my greatest office fear is that so clearly involves the bathroom. Well, here it is:

What if I turn the lights off on someone (by accident) while they are still on the throne?

The John is a sacred place, and similar to fight club, no one talks about fight club. This does not discourage small children from disclosing their secrets to their parents, but your bowel movements are not generally something you post to your Facebook page or something that gets you the most retweets (no need to prove me wrong as a social experiment). But what if- WHAT IF- I walk in, and walk out while someone is using the loo and SHUT THE LIGHTS OFF?

Do I apologize, flip the switch and run away (they could track me down later using the 50 different cameras on the way back to my office in the Hall of Presidents)? Do I calmly act like the incident didn’t occur and flip it back? What if the recipient to my blunder later recognizes me by my shoes?!

WHAT DO I DO IF IT HAPPENS TO ME?!

Should I shout indignantly and hope no one stays around to find out that it was ME that was just sent to the depths of my dark tomb labeled ‘EM-BARE-ASS-MENT’? Do I sit in silence upon the throne until my work is done? Do I carry night goggles with me at all times?

Please discuss.

RayeDeSol

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Not the Color Run

Holi is a traditional Indian celebration for the coming of Spring. I was made aware of this holiday last year by my roommates and have been enamored with it ever since! Last year I brought my friend, Natallie, with me. This year I brought both Nat and my boyfriend, Jeremy, and NEXT YEAR I’ll be bringing even more people as I’ve had SO many questions about what this event is and how to become a part of it. The event that I hope becomes an annual occurrence for me is run by ASHA UIUC (for those of you who are looking forward to attending next year but don’t want to come with). This year Michael Giger Photography was there and he took such amazing pictures of my friends and I that I just HAVE to share them and get his name out there. For those of you who follow me on Facebook and Instagram, I’m sure you’re sick of all my Holi posts, and I’m sorry! This will be the last one! Swear!

Love you all!

RayeDeSol

I am not a nice person.

I am not a nice person. I am frank, and I can be funny, but I’m not nice. Some people take my sarcasm seriously and take my honesty as a joke. That is not my fault. That being said, this post was written out of the pettiness of my heart, and I am owning up to that. I am not disillusioned by my pettiness, nor am I going to say that it was not my fault that this situation happened.

Now, let’s begin.

Something I have learned is that when you are in a class in college, and that class is a leadership class, you need to know what parts of you to bring to that group and what parts to bury in a grave 20ft down never to see the light again. This is a social skill that you learn from a very young age: How to interact with certain groups of people. For example, when you are with your family, do you say and do the same stupid things that you would do with your friends? When you are babysitting, do you use the same tone of voice, say the same things, or do the same activities that you would do if you were teaching a group of college kids? I hope the answer is no. And of course there are many reasons for that. You don’t cuss around little kids, small children generally cannot understand advanced mathematics, and your family doesn’t understand that inside joke that you have with Betty from Theta Apple Pie about Brad from Alpha Gym Shorts.

This applies between college groups too. You have your close friends (your inner circle that you spend the most time with), your friends (people you chill with, might grab food with every once in a while, but not the ones you go on long trips to the depths of the emotional south), and your acquaintances (group project people, people from high school that add you on Facebook even though you’ve never talked to each other in real life, that one guy that works in Espresso who knows your order but not your name, etc.).

DON’T EVER GET THESE GROUPS CONFUSED.

This was mistake #1. I tried to be funny and relatable with acquaintances. When I try to be funny and relatable with acquaintances I come off as a total asshole. Props to me, I know. Mistake #2: Telling my acquaintances how I truly felt about the project (It was a waste of time and pain in my ass).

I had informed my group that I was really busy that night (we met up around 9 or 10pm) and that I would only have time for an hour or so of meeting. This being said, it means that I have A LOT of stuff to do, I’m really tired, and I don’t particularly want to be working on this project right now. All I had to do was show up, agree with the project, and then get my portion of the work done. Right?

At the time of this meeting I was exhausted. I was done with group projects, and lord help me if I had to do any more BS for a group that didn’t appreciate me. The meeting started okay. I had to come late due to prior engagements, as did another group member. When I arrived, I sat down, pulled out my laptop, and started taking notes as usual. And again, as usual, my group members all started spitting ideas at me as if they weren’t allowed to do anything until I showed up and started taking notes. We eventually come to the topic of ‘don’t we have a group evaluation coming up soon?’ to which I said ‘yes’ and they all started talking about how they were going to answer the evaluation. This seemed pointless to me, as they are INDIVIDUAL group evaluations for the whole team. I’m not going to plan out or tell you what I’m going to put on an evaluation form that I don’t have the answers to, or won’t be doing for another week. These are group members that I would have no problem on accurately reflecting for because we were not going to be working outside of class too much, class ends in a few weeks, and they would not be seeing me again because they are either graduating, or in a completely different major from me. I informed them of such and did not get a positive response. Some were very upset that I said that I would not be working with them again due to the fact that we are all going our separate ways. It’s all a matter of perspective at this point. I meant it as ‘We’re all moving next semester. I won’t get offended by what you post because it will build on feedback that I have and will be beneficial to us all because we will have honest opinions for each other’ of course I said it in a manner that came across as ‘Screw you guys, I’ll never have to work with you guys ever again so I don’t care what you write about me’. Communication guys. Communication is key.

Now some of you are like ‘Raye. That was just you asking for negative feedback. You ASKED to be ripped apart on that one.’ Yes. You are correct. But I also wanted to share with you that you get what you ask for in group projects, and that should you ever feel like you should be brutally honest with anyone outside of your inner circle, do NOT expect to get the same reaction. I had a momentary lapse in that sense of judgement, and I can guarantee that it will happen in the future. But you have to recognize your mistakes and learn from them so that they will get less and less frequent in the future. To end this petty rant, always use the long way to explain offensive things or things that might come off as offensive. It sounds prettier and your group mates won’t be as mad at you.

RayeDeSol

Day with Bex

This weekend is Mom’s Weekend at the U of I which means one thing- I avoid campus. As soon as I was dressed and ready to face the light of day I called up one of my best friends, Bekah, to see if she was free for the day!

Getting off campus was an absolute nightmare what with it being Mom’s weekend and all. The moms were out in full force this weekend, and honestly, it was pretty scary. Fraternities spilling out onto the lawn, their houses filled to the max with motherly beer drinking and frat boys that have instantly changed their weed smoking ways for the weekend in an attempt to show their mothers that they are in good hands in college. It took at least 20 minutes to get off of campus. Gross.

Bekah and I spent the morning applying Jamberry Nail Wraps (shameless promotion), drinking hot chocolate, and general gossiping. Boy have I missed my Bekah :’D. The weather was so beautiful today that we spent a good portion of that time on the porch talking and soaking up the sun before it turns cloudy and cold again like it’s supposed to on Tuesday. An unexpected visitor by the name of Holmes (we named her as she was an alley cat) who came up out of curiosity, and because she was hungry. She was really friendly, but as I’m allergic to cats, I didn’t get too close. Of course, like all cats, she has that 6th sense so that should you be allergic to cats- she KNOWS and will chase you until she is able to rub her allergens all over you. Bekah took a video of Holmes.

Bekah also said I looked cute so she took some artsy pics of me while I was laying on the railing. As a generic white girl, I feel entitled to my artsy pics. However, in light of this, please know that I do in fact lay in strange and uncomfortable looking positions such as this when holding conversations.

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Around 4:30 we got hungry so we headed to Bob Evans (I got the Country Biscuit (10/10 really good) and Bekah got the Turkey Bacon Cheddar Melt (8/10 good, but turkey to bacon ratio was a little extra and they could have cut the sandwich in half but overall really good)). Our waitress was really nice and we got free banana bread ❤ it was really good. If I were to recommend anything from Bob Evans, it would probably be the banana bread slightly warmed with a little bit of butter (assuming I have time to put butter on the bread before shoveling it into my mouth…). The family next to us was a little nosey, but we might have been a bit loud. At one point they told the waitress that we were laughing too much (in a joking manner) and we joked that they were being to loud and it was a whole socially awkward thing between a dad and two awkward college girls while his family and the waitress just looked on awkwardly. It also didn’t help that all of the tables were so close together that we were practically rubbing elbows with them. After some awkward ‘haha’s and a conversation about colleges (they were from Wisconsin headed to Indiana and we had to explain that we live in town and that Bekah goes to school in Wisconsin and I put in the mandatory ‘U of I is GREAT’ shpeel) we bolted.

We headed back to Bex’s for some more chill time before realizing that we super needed ice cream so we headed to Marble Slab. I told Bekah I wasn’t going to pay for hers, until I realized that I had two $5 off coupons (from my days as an addict), which made both of our ice creams free, so I paid and we got free ice cream. 😀 It was really good free ice cream. We took our free ice cream to Art Mart and walked around until they closed before coming back to Bekah’s house. We are now chilling and ‘doing homework’.

What a great and fulfilling day! Not excited to get back into the real world where there’s school and deadlines and stuff. Gross.

RayeDeSol

Witches and Wizards

Today was a LONG day. We’re talking 5 classes, each an hour and a half long, a meeting with the education academic advisor, and in less than an hour I will be off on a 7 hour straight meeting marathon. We’re talking APO, HPA, online, group projects, the works. However, this is a relatively short post.

FIRST I’m going to tell you all about my obsession with Harry Potter.

When I was about 6 my mom and dad were watching one of the Harry Potter marathons that was running on ABC Family. You know the ones. They run practically once a week. 6 year old Raye saw mommy and daddy watching a movie and she wanted to too! The beginning was all dark so she thought it was going to be some sort of horror movie, but stuck around anyways and has been addicted ever since.

20 year old Raye still has her room at home decorated with a Harry Potter theme, has Harry Potter posters hung in her apartment, still goes dressed as Hermione for Halloween, and has what might be according to some people an ‘unhealthy’ amount of memorabilia (including sweatshirts, t-shirts, postcards, pens, soundtracks, stickers, wallets, luggage tags, pillows, blankets, notebooks, wands, key chains, time turner, etc.). Hell, I even have a snitch hanging from my ceiling. I’ve taken the quiz about 3 times and I always get Hufflepuff (#puffpride). I have one copy of all the books (and they are sacred), I’ve visited the museum exhibits from the movies, and now, I am the event planner for the University of Illinois Harry Potter Alliance Club. (EEK! :D)

So today when I opened my door to the mailman and got a package that had a REPLICA HARRY POTTER EXERCISE BOOK, I screamed and might have scared the mailman a bit. (Another thing: I am totally obsessed with would be school/office supplies. It’s an addiction I can’t afford as a broke college student, but trust me when I say I have whole Pinterest boards dedicated to the cause. )

With tonight being my first meeting with the Harry Potter Alliance as they teach me the ropes, I can’t WAIT to put my new notebook and pencils to work!

Plant Babies

Salutations!

To start this post off, I would just like to say that my plants are the bomb.com. My children, Dude 2.0, Freshman Plant, Mini Rose Natallie Got Me, and Violet Jeremy Got Me, are growing splendidly. But this post is to introduce the newest member to the family, Mini Dude. Granted, I’m not the most original when it comes to names, but Dude is a family name that has a lot of history. Some might even say, it has DEEP ROOTS.

STORY TIME: When my mom was in college, her mom (Grandma) got her a plant. That plant’s name is Dude. Dude was the coolest guy, only Dude had two stalks. One day, Dude was split in half and separated. Mom got a Dude and Grandma cultivated new Dude. Since that day, Mom’s Dude has died and Grandma’s Dude has been spliced by the plant whisperer herself. Now just about everyone in the family has a Dude (so my Dude is more like Dude 2.7 or something), but I have carried on the tradition of receiving a Dude in college as I got my Dude freshman year.

Today, Dude got a new baby brother. Mini Dude has been a wonderful addition to the family, and not to toot my own horn, but I’m a great plant mom. As my children are depending on me, I provide for them. I feed them (tonight I bought fertilizer and a squirty gun that all of the other pretentious plant moms of the cul de sac use too), give them sunlight, read to them from my subscription of Better Homes and Gardens, put on HGTV while I’m in class, and I make sure to play music will develop their leaf-brains- so they have a healthy dose of Panic! at the Disco and Queen. When I go on long trips they get to spend time with their grandparents (my parents), and in the true spirit of grandparenting, my kids always come back bigger, heavier, and with that guilty, wide-eyed ‘Grandma fed me everything in the fridge’ look. You know the one.

Despite my textbook expert parenting, my mom has pointed something out to me this evening (after she almost told Mini Dude that he’s adopted. Good thing he hasn’t learned that word yet) that had completely escaped my attention.

My plants are naked.

Therefore I have decided that my kids need clothes, and not only do they need clothes, they need clothes that reflect their individual personality and interests while still being practical. This being said, I have decided that they need Hufflepuff scarves, mittens, and hats until the weather warms up enough for me to keep the windows open consistently. (Not to say that I will shun my kids if they aren’t puffs. I will love them no matter what. But until they are old enough to use the computer, they will rep top haus).

It’s time for Dude’s shower, so I should go now, but I will leave you all with proud parent pictures of Dude 2.0 and Mini Dude. (The rest of the herd are at their grandparents house being spoiled)

RayeDeSol

Fun fact: It was almost this day exactly last year when I adopted my first plant baby!

Green Day, Great Night

The Green Day Concert was probably the most hardcore rock experience I’ve ever had. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been to other concerts (P!ATD, 5SOS, 1975 to list my favorites), but none of them could truly compare to the Old School Rock™ that I saw Tuesday night. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that Panic! at the Disco isn’t one of my favorite bands of all time, or that 5 Seconds of Summer or The 1975 don’t hold a special place in my heart, or even that they weren’t the best god-damn concerts I’d ever been to- but none of those concerts displayed the show of diversity, community, or nostalgia that Green Day brought to the Assembly Hall (now called State Farm Center(booo)). Which I’m sure makes me sound super young and uncultured to those of you who are reading this that are at least 5 years older than me. Sue me.

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Most everyone was engaged in the actual concert, sure, pictures were being taken for memories sake, but no one was filming the whole time and completely missing the moment (one of my pet peeves). In the words of the lead singer, Billie Joe Armstrong, “If you’re looking at me through the screen of your camera phone- phone camera? Who cares- If you’re looking at me through a screen, you aren’t really looking at ME”. Profound.

Throughout the show the band members invited members of the audience to come up and perform, be it sing a few verses, play a few chords on the guitar, or crowd surf. The pyrotechnics were on fire (heh), and the lights were strobing and blinding. I walked out of the concert deaf, and hoarse. Just the way I like it. Granted that Nat and I didn’t have the closest of seats, but we still had an amazing time! Nat and I got matching t-shirts (and I’ve worn mine almost everyday since).

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Can’t wait for my next concert!

RayeDeSol