Note to Self: Never give your professors your cell phone number.

Because they will call you at the most inconvenient times... like when you finally lay down to take a must needed nap in the afternoon after a night of cramming for a morning test.

Next time they ask for a phone number, tell them that you're too poor to own one. *Notes to self.

Note to Self: Never save Macroeconomics Exam studying until late at night

Don't do it, unless you have no other options. It is always more difficult and detailed than it seemed in class, and it always takes longer to do than what it should.

In short, Macroeconomics is not stupid, and only a stupid person would wait until 10PM at night to study it.


... Like myself.

This probably applies to all subjects. *Notes to self

Note to Self: Never slack on appearances.

Because those are the days that the gorgeous men find you.

True facts.

Note to Self: Do not try to jump the curb with a heavy backpack while on a bike.

You know how people always crowd the sidewalk ramps that campus bikers have to use? You know how the curbs are "squared" instead of rounded? I found myself in this situation this past week... except I didn't have enough time to stop my forward momentum and wait for my turn on the sidewalk ramp.

I decided to jump the curb. Mind you, I never attempted this in my past life experience, and being the impulsive person that I am, I tried this for the first time with a heavy backpack on.

Gooooooood.

I made it, albeit it was ugly. I slid forward, bruised my calf against the chain gears, and bloodied my hand on the handle bar brakes.

"I made it!" I whooped and punched my hand up in the air. People laughed at me, but I didn't care.

Note to Self: Never chase stray cats.

Ever seen the most adorable kitten on the side of the road and wanted to rescue it from the wild? Well, if you attempt this, it will result in flashing lights and 911 calls.

This happened to my group of friends last night at 1AM. The cat ran for its life and climbed up into a random car parked in the back lot. In the process of trying to coax it out, we called the campus police to come help us. After all, it would have been a bad thing if the owner came and started the car with the cat inside. Finally, the cat comes out, and ironically, that is when the police arrive. The following is an account of our story.

The police officer approaches us warily.

"Oh, great news!" I say to the man. "The cat came out of the car!"

He looks very confused. "A... cat?"

"Yes sir. The cat came out from inside of the car. There's nothing to worry about."

He turns to his walkie talkie and quietly talks to the person on the other end. "Oh. So it seems that there was two different calls to the campus police. You have frightened the owner of said car." He points the car and then addresses each one of us. "He called in claiming that you were sitting on his car."

"Oh no, officer," I begin. "We were just concerned for both the cars well being, and the cat inside."

Needless to say, the owner shows up, and manages to leave without harming the cat. The campus police now think we are crazy, and the cat ran away in the end.