College Days

In my time in college I have experienced a fair amount of pressure, nothing compared to the amount of pressure that some feel. The biggest pressure that I feel is the economic pressure. Throughout college I have maintained a part-time job that I go to 3-5 times a week and work between 5 and 8 hours at each time I'm there. Even with that job and the scholarships and student loans I received, I made the decision to forgo living on campus this year because it was so much more expensive than just living at home and driving to and from campus for classes. Because I made the decision to not live on campus, I have started taking more classes online and fewer on campus.

University Days

   The class that I have had the most trouble with would be Physiology. I took it over the summer, which was my first mistake, with a bunch of other girls that went to the same high school as me through the community college that was in our hometown. We had class from 9 in the morning until 2 in the afternoon, twice a week, with a teacher who didn't know exactly how to present the information to us, and he would talk about things that weren't even on the Powerpoint slides. We only took two tests that would count toward our grade, a mid-term and a final, and two daily quizzes that were also over nothing that we had actually covered in class. Somehow I managed to slip by with a C in that class, I still am not positive how I managed to do that but at least I passed.

Keeping a Notebook

   I think that keeping a blog is a way for people in this century to attempt keeping in touch with one another. One of our really good family friends' daughter lives in Kansas City with her 3 small children, and she keeps a blog as a way to keep up with everything that is going on in their lives and as a way to keep everyone who doesn't live very close to them involved in the children's lives as well. Although the initial intentions of keeping a journal, diary, or blog may not be narcissistic, it is almost inevitable that the posts and information provided in them are of a narcissistic nature. For example, the blog my friend keeps about her kids may be a way to keep the grandparents and aunts and uncles included in the lives of their family, it is also a way for the kids' mother to say look at how awesome my kids are. She may not be intending the posts to come off as narcissistic, but if you really think about it, they are.
   I, personally, do not keep a blog. I have a Facebook page where I will occasionally update my status and upload pictures from different places I've been, but I don't keep a written record of my daily life. I think that social media, like Facebook and Twitter, have greatly changed the way that people record information. They allow a person to almost instantly update the people of the internet with where they are currently at, what they are doing, and who they are doing it with, almost making the need for a written journal unnecessary. In a round-about way, I think that the "journals" of today are accomplishing the same thing that those of the past did.

Intro

   Well, my name is Stephanie and I am a junior here at Washburn. I am studying to become an x-ray tech and I will be applying for the program in February of next year. I graduated from Holton High with the class of 2009, and I currently still live in Holton during the school year. When I am not in class or working on homework, I am usually at work. I have been employed by a custom t-shirt shop here in Holton for the past 6 years and I absolutely love it!
   My family consists of my parents, my two sisters, and myself. My dad is a self-employed electrician and my mom is the City Clerk here in Holton, my middle sister,Sam, is a senior in high school, and my youngest sister,Shari, is an eighth grader. We have two dogs, the most important members of the family, who do their very best to make sure that there is never a dull moment in the Riley household.
   In the very short amounts of time that my friends and I can find when we can all get together we enjoy having girls' nights, recreating the embarrassing family pictures from our youth, and perusing the shelves at the local Wal-Mart.