Bekah v. Awkward Moments (A Fairy Tale)

Once upon a time there lived a fair maiden in the magical land of Omaha named Bekah. Bekah had just returned from a hard semester at college and had learned of a concert that she wanted to attend so she grabbed a couple friends and went. After the concert Bekah and friends decided that a few post-concert drinks could be fun so they left the lame headlining band's set early and headed over to the bar to meet another friend. Soon after the arrival of Bekah and friends at said bar, they stood at the bar to get some drinks, when who should walk in? None but, the fair maiden's most recent (as of 3 or 4 weeks before) ex-boyfriend.

{Enter awkwardness}

{End fairy tale}

So that was my awkward Thursday evening at the bar. He wouldn't even look at me. And not that I can say that I blame him, it's not like I went out of my way to say 'hello,' but a simple nod to note that he acknowledged my existence wouldn't have hurt. It stung, a lot.

His friend did come and talk to me, and reassure of me though which was nice and absolutely appreciated.

Of all the bars in Omaha, Nebraska. We end up at the same one. Oh. my. luck.

I have, in light of this experience, realized that there will be at least one scenario this summer in which it is impossible to escape from eachother's presence and the acknowledgment of it. Last night, we were in a long bar, where we each stayed on opposite sides. Next time, I don't think it will be that convenient, but the more that I think about it, that's probably a good thing. No sense in avoiding the situation, that's not good for either party involved.

{End pity party}

{On to self-promotion}

I got 4 As and 2 Bs this semester, which is A TON better than I thought I was going to do, so I am super stoked. Go me!

And despite the bleak look for this summer, I have decided I'm going to make it a good one. Even if the fact that it's called "summer vacation" is somewhat (OK, REALLY) a contradiction to what it's actually turning out to be.

It's all in what you make it, right?

Right.

Bekah v. Parents These Days

When did exploiting a child's innocence and teaching them to say things like this become OK? When did this come to be a form of entertainment to expose our children to that type of behavior and attitude instead of protecting them from it?

Don't get me wrong, I am not at all in favor of sheltering children to the point of naivety, but I am absolutely all for not advocating vulgar and profane actions or words to them. We wonder why the youth in this country are running amok and more violent, deviant, and entitled than ever but yet this type of behavior is completely encouraged when they are young and don't know any better. However, when they turn 9 or 10 they are just automatically expected to know that that was wrong. No, it doesn't work like that.

Bekah v. Spring Semester 2007

So this week has been a pretty great one.

On Monday I, with the rest of my team, presented our Advertising research design plan, I think we did spectacular. We used this as a part of our presentation. I suggest you watch it, it's hilarious.



I also became a paid freelance writer on Monday after receiving a check for some bios that I've written for two different websites. I was very excited about that.

Last night I played Capture the Flag in the rain and it was fabulous, probably the most fun I've had in a while. Although I'm sure I probably looked a little out of place in my black shirt sneaking around in the darkness of night around buildings looking for the "enemy." I'm surprised, especially with the recent events at Virginia Tech, that no one called the police on us and our probably shady looking shenanigans.

Most importantly, this week concludes the Spring Semester of 2007. As of 3:40 pm today I am finished with classes, and only 3 finals stand in between me and my senior year. I am most pleased with that fact. I don't think pleased is the right word, I think elated is more of what I'm looking for. That being said, there are only 6 days between me and home, beloved Nebraska. That's a phrase I never thought I'd say, "beloved Nebraska," how things can change over the course of a stressful semester. I can't wait to be home. 21 years old, and all I really want right now is my Mom--no shame here. Ha.

A year from right now, I will have finished my last undergraduate class and a a year and 9 days from right now I will be graduating with my Bachelor's Degree in Public Relations. That's terrifying, but relieving at the same time.

Tonight is Spiderman 3. Tomorrow is SLEEPING IN and no class, and NO studying. Nope, I shall not start studying till Sunday, my brain just can't handle it. There will however, be packing, lots and lots of packing. The goal right now is to have everything packed up and in my storage unit or my car by Tuesday night so I can wake up first thing Wednesday morning, check out of my dorm room, study a little for accounting, go to the School of Journalism & Broadcasting's picnic, take my accounting final, finish that in less than an hour, then get in my car and get the heck out of dodge.

Here's to a fabulous weekend, finals, and being almost a senior.

Loves.