Anatomy of an ALLNIGHTER

Hello you beautiful people! 
At least in my university the mid-terms are approaching, therefore I will be egocentric enough to assume that the same is happening in any other facility. And you guys know what mid-t11005543_10203731216380779_1270526896_nerms mean: basically this is time when you try to convince yourself that you will get enough on a test to end up getting an A in class. And we also know that this is clear bull…crap. But as far as we believe in this hypothesis, we will do anything to do well on tests (at least try).

But don’t forget that we are slightly irresponsible college students, who will delay work until the last minute and then actually get it done under extremely stressful circumstances. One of those circumstances is the ALLNIGHTER, that scary, filthy motherlover. So as far as I’m one of the most experienced people in that field, I would like to break it down into stages. Ehem, here we go loves.

1. The denial stage.

This is when it is about 11:00 pm and you’re still not even considering to start writing a 7 page essay that is due until next morning. And of course you think it’s a piece of cake and you can do it in like an hour or so, go to sleep and then go to 8:30 am class (for which you’re actually writing a paper). Then you finally get yourself to open up your laptop or computer or I don’t know…manuscript. Then you read the assignment and this leads us to the next stage.

2. The PANIC stage.

You realize that the assignment is faaaar from a piece of cake. It’s more like one of those vitamin jellys we were forced to eat when we were kids. It is yellow, gross, smells weird and tastes even worse than expected. So now you’re panicking, because it is already 12:00 am and you know for sure that this essay will take at least 3 hours to write. AT LEAST 3. You start analising the requirements for the assignment and start thinking about the outline. But then 9gag or YouTube happens and we get to then next stage.

3. The agreement stage.10719462_10203731216180774_835525598_n

So now it is 2:00 am and you are mentally okay with the idea that you will definitely need to pull an allnighter. You get yourself some coffee and snickers or whatever you like and get ready to write your essay. At this point you already realize how much you effed up and how bad of an idea this was. And what the heck are you doing with your life anyways? ===> next stage yo!

4. The meltdown/confidence boost stage.

At this point you are half-way through your assignment or your studies and you are extremely tired. You basically start to hate everything and consider dropping out of university to become a stripper. But then you realize you don’t have a body good enough for that so you lay on the floor sobbing until your roommate wakes up and tells you to get your sh..irts together. Then you make yourself one more cup of coffee and get back to work.

5. The false promise stage. 

This is when you get done with your assignment at around 6:30 in the morning and sit there with a blank face with your brain shut off. You start making promises to yourself that you will never do this again. But we all know this is far from truth. Then you start thinking that you still have 1,5 hours till your class so you could take a nap or do something. In this case, you either end up sleeping through every other class including the one you stayed up writing a paper for, or you just stay up watching The Hunger Games and go straight to classes. I have done both, to be honest, and none of them are the best decisions I’ve made in my glorious life.

And the fact that it is 11:00 pm and I have not done anything other than writing this post determines that one allnighter might happen tonight, you never know. Hope you enjoyed reading this and found it somehow relatable.

Have a great day! (or an allnighter)

XX,

Veriko.

Can I have a pencil?

Hello fellow students and basically everyone! (I am not discriminating). I have not blogged in a while because of reasons, but now I am back healthy and motivated. I had an honor to attend the Lit Expo in Vilnius for three days. It is an education fair with a lot of international and local universities trying to inform prosper students about the academics and opportunities. And this was my job from LCC perspective also, which of course I did. But from my point of view I was studying the people I saw there, and let me tell ya, I met some interesting individuals there. I will try to break down the education fair in three days Okay lets start. 

We left LCC campus at 6 o’clock in the m10897924_873242772697608_9043427062356671446_norning on 5th of February, which meant that we would get to the Lit Expo just around the right time. The fair opened at 10 am and although it was Thursday, still a lot of people showed up. Out stand looked like the lobby of LCC, which was very comforting and welcoming not only for us, but also for people coming over. (I mean, who would not want to hang out on comfortable couches?). We had all the brochures spread out on the tables in case people were interested in details and also some pencils or pens hanging around to fill in the contact information. So basically we were all ready to go. 11007708_10203654143414003_1725578105_n

I have been going to educational fairs almost my whole entire life, because I found them interesting. But I never really appreciated how much work people put in them and how exhausting they are. But one of the challenging part is the weirdness of some people that come up to the stand. There are some of them here:

  1. The pencil collector – this person does not really care about what you’re saying. They just want you for your pencils! They will listen to you, love you, take you out on a date only if you give them that darn pencil. You are standing there, explaining all the smallest details about your university for half an hour non-stop and in the end they are like “Umm, can I have a pencil?”. I have no words to describe my emotions now.
  2. The brochure lover – basically you are standing there, waiting for someone to appear and they do. You smile at them, say “Laba diena!” and ask them if they are interested very politely. Then they just grab a brochure and tell you they are not interested. This does not make sense friend. Are you lost?
  3. The competitor university – these ones are the funniest. These people just come up to you, trying to hide traces of their identity and ask you questions secretly. Like, I still see your logo on your collar. Why would you hide it? It is not a shame to get known to other universities. Staph that.
  4. The Mimes – they just…annoy you. No words on this. 10979338_10203654143494005_638287286_n
  5. The couch surfers – these guys just love hanging out with you. And you should be happy about this. Although you have like 10 people to talk to and are stressing out. And this all happens while some random dude comes and sits on your couch. You would assume that he is interested and start talking to him and then he’s like “No, I’m just tired”. Well, does LCC stand look like a resort? Because it’s not. Go get your darn couch, that’s rude.

Well yeah, these are the types of people I had opportunity to interact with. On the third day my mouth was not pronouncing words such as “International”, “business administration” or “toefl”, and most likely I talked about our campus in my sleep too. But it was a lot of fun. We recruited more people than last year, which is amazing! (Heads up yo!). I made new friends from LCC had a chance to get to know them.

I am thankful for this opportunity and I think everyone should try this experience at least once. Mostly to realize how much of a hard work it is and stop stealing the pencils without any purpose.

Love you guys!

Yours,

Veronica.

“Americans… Can’t leave with them, can’t leave without them”

I happen to have this crazy American roommate named Shayna this semester.

10942736_400257143475404_3653629398316316039_nIt all started the night I came back on campus. I knew we were going to be good friends since the moment I saw her willingness to help me out with the lock problem. She was trying just as hard as Dorisa (my best friend) to open up the lock (If you have read my previous blog, you know what I am talking about); she was watching tutorials on Youtube and even called her friend, Drew, to aid us with the bobby pins’ procedure. Next morning, I wake up and find a package of gummies, chocolate and a note saying “I hope you are feeling more relaxed and that this day turns out better.”

10896915_400243196810132_3849083988378324409_nAnd then she promised to cook something American for me, so another day she made, along with Drew and Kaitlyn, guakemoli and tortillas for dinner- two of the best dishes I’ve tried so far. Later, we went bowling at IKI and laughed so much looking at each other’s lame shots and commenting on them.

Shayna is generous and funny, and kind; well, that’s an arguable point considering how much she picks on me. Sometimes I feel as if I am Lilo from “Lilo and Stich” and she is the big sister. “Get this book out of your hands”, “Stop reading you crazy Albanian”, “I think I’m allergic to you, I can smell Arilda from the kitchen”, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to put up with you for an entire semester” — and then she turns of the light when I am studying, throws her socks at me, messes with my hair, bullies me on social networks, pushes and scares me at unexpected moments: when I’m coming to my room after class or when I am cooking in the kitchen, but I get to revenge on her sometimes too.

“Americans… Can’t leave with them, can’t leave without them”- says she. Would not have said it better myself.

But when the lights are turned off, we spend the last minutes before falling to sleep on having conversations about life, future and faith and Shayna switches roles from a mean bully to a wise mentor. I especially appreciated that during the first week when homesickness is felt more.

Overall, she brings the right dose of energy and keeps the joyfulness at a steady level in a room where one of the two is going through an ‘up to the neck’ semester with reading and studying.

If you are reading this, I know you are reading this.. Please stay in Poland forever! The room is so much quieter and I got to have a study retreat this weekend.

I am kidding; get back to where you belong. The place looks empty.

XOXO

Arilda

Your Albanian Acquaintance in LCC

Sacrifices you have to go through to come to LCC

Now, you might expect me to talk about my first week of spring semester and I will share some episodes from it too (because it relates to my point), but today I thought it was about time to introduce you a guy that has recently entered my life.

Have you heard about the guy who lives in Neumann, 5-th west? Yes, I am talking about Bad Luck. We have been good friend since I can’t remember — even before I came to LCC — but we became especially close this trip as I was coming from Albania. Although that is supposed to be private, I wanted to share it with you only.

10407360_397359433765175_3384030875323665160_nI arrived at Tirana’s airport around 7 o clock. 5 minutes after I had checked in, airport ‘Siri’ announces “The passenger with last name Lleshi is asked to come to our offices.” What in the world have I done? I am a model citizen. This has never happened before. Did somebody intentionally put guns or drugs or God knows what, in my luggage? I go there and a woman starts opening my luggage. With heart in my hand, she finishes the procedure and says it’s only a routine check that happens to two luggages from the whole pile. Oh great! Thank you for the heart attack.

And then the moment of “do I wanna leave, do I have to go”. But… my mom cooks so well and I will miss her terribly and she is the person I love the most in the entire world. Never mind, I’m gonna survive. LCC waits for me!

15 minutes later I was in the plane to Turkey; no tears, if that’s what you were thinking, ‘Cause Big Girls Don’t Cry. As we were landing, the airplane started dancing salca or samba (not sure), something I had never experienced before (that I know). Shaking heavily up and down, I started fearing for my own life. I suspect the pilot must have had some kind of hangover. But yes, you figured it out correctly: I survived! — and no, I am not connecting through heaven wi-fi.

10419034_397359377098514_1875257751429078898_nTolou, had to go through a 12 hours torture in the airport of Turkey. Nobody tells you that for transfer waiting of more than 10 hours, you should be very politely accompanied and then picked up from a hotel by the company. That was something that I found out later — to my fortune– because doctors recommend a spinal cord pain and a sleepless night once in a while. P.S: I hope I am saving an innocent soul at least for future travels.

Morning came, and the screen finally showed our gate. We go there (was travelling with a bunch of friends), but the TV there said in large capitals “TOULOUSE”. I check with the screen again; the gate had not changed. Later, we saw that our flight was delayed by 30 minutes, so I thought there’s no rush. We got somehow lost in a conversation and when I go to check again, our gate had changed and a remark GO TO THE GATE was strong enough of an impetus to run for our flight. 304 was considerably far from the initial 501; precisely, on the other side of the airport. Once we were middle way, the remark changed to a red “LAST CALL”. Two words: RUN FASTER!

10917870_397359410431844_3428808299302296712_nWe made it to the right plane after all. To Vilnius we go! Welcome to Lithuaniaa, welcome to Lithuaniaaaa! That’s when I realized I didn’t have my scarf with me. It was not only a beautiful and “the right” scarf for cold climates, but also a precious gift. And it’s like every time I lose something, I turn so sad, because I realize how forgetful and careless I am and there’s nothing I can do to change it. That is something that will die with me. I had to add this feeling to my already messy mind. Moving on…

Our luggages take a lifetime to come, only to go then through another check that finds out that we have brought food products that cannot be transported from non-EU countries. My heart was crying as all that food was thrown to trash. Think about the kids in Africa, think about people who don’t like Lithuanian foods, or cannot even find similar cheese to the one in their home countries. But I just observed meanwhile.

Okay, so what now?

I had to wait about two more hours for a bus that goes to Klaipeda and then experience another exhausting four hour drive to come to LCC and find my wardrobe locked by a key that I had left home. I gained access to my drawer only two days later, when the maintenance guy came to saw it.

1907933_397359500431835_7587963206454591438_nMy alarm is either not working this week or I am so tired and sleepless that I can’t hear it. I woke up at 8:40 when I had an 8:30 class. I had four classes the other day, so I decided to follow a sweet pattern. Class, sleep, class, sleep, class, sleep, class! I had to break through the wind and rain for the last class, when on my way I realize that I don’t know the room number of that class. I go in finally, and find only five people in the room. As we sit there, watching the walls (new faces in the class), someone jumps “Oh my God, I forgot to tell you that the teacher said she won’t be able to come today, so class is cancelled!” Oooo that’s so sweet of you, to remember that small insignificant fact only minutes later. 😛 But awesome, sleep was calling me.

Difficult to find the moral this week, because I’m still looking for the cause of all this misfortune. Was it because I started the trip with a sad mood or just Bad Luck, the cute guy from Neumann, is getting more into me?

I only hope I don’t have such experiences anymore and I am glad I’m back at LCC after all.

Missed you my friends

XOXO

Arilda

Your Albanian Acquaintance in LCC

Refuse to Say Good-Bye!

Refuse to Say Good-Bye!

Someone has said, “If life seems to treat you well, then watch out!” I did not understand what he meant by this. I questioned myself saying when everything is well with me what then should I watch for and how should I watch out for that and maybe when exactly should I watch out for that which I should be watching out for when life seems to treat me well. Stanie P.Up to now I still don’t understand that, but I guess I have an overview of what he was saying. Imagine, you have a friend on campus. You spend time together, you share food, you study together, you help each other in every situation, and you have more in common. What should you watch out for in such a friend? You should give yourself the answer. I will give you my own answer to that. A time shall come when you feel like you need to say, “Good-bye” to that friend. But trust me. Don’t say these words. Don’t say to your friends, “Good-bye.” Say something nice. That makes no sense right? Of course there is a reason why we say “good-bye” and not bad-bye.”  It is hard to say good-bye unless you have something against the one whom you are wishing a good-bye. The choice to choose what to say is all yours. I refuse to say good-bye. I better say, “I must be going,” not good-bye.” I refuse to say good-bye.

We all have come to a time in our lives when an internal force drives us to shade our tears as we watch our friends turn their backs on us (maybe forever). It is a joy for some to leave LCC International University at this point because they were never meant to be here forever. They intended to be here just for a semester. So when the time comes to go back home and see friends and family then that’s a great thriller yet they are leaving even more friends behind. What will they feel if you say to them “Good-bye?” It sounds more like you are wishing them well and that you don’t have any reason to remember them. Refuse to say good-bye. Say something nice. Yes, say something nice. It is a good thing that all our friends are going back to see their families and friends. What about those of them whom we will not see next semester? It is a pity that the “Exchange Students, Erasmus Students, and the Study Abroad” are leaving. I don’t know for you but personally I feel honored and privileged that it is hard for me to say good-bye to them. How privileged am I to have made friends in such a way that it becomes so hard to say “good-bye.” Don’t let it sound as if you kind of regret having made friends with them. I genuinely don’t want to forget any of my friends, so I’d rather say, “I look forward to our next meeting.”

Here is a quote that deserves full acceptance, “If you are brave enough to say good bye, life will reward you with a new hello.” We can twist this statement just a little bit. I know you don’t know me that well enough to trust me but I am going to ask YOU TO TRUST ME. Yes, trust me, if you don’t say good bye you can still say hello next semester to all freshmen, Erasmus Students, Exchange Students, Study Abroad, Returning Students, and a lot more. But if you say good bye it sounds like “It is over,” now you are going to forget all the good people you met. Refuse to say “Good-bye.” I refuse to say good-bye. I’d rather say, “It has been a blessing meeting you.” And of course I mean it. Don’t say it has been nice meeting you when you don’t mean it. In that case rather say, “When is your flight? Oh 6:00 p.m., I wish it was now so you can get home and see your friends and family before the end of the day.” Hahaha I hope none of us met such friends that they wish them to get back home as soon as yesterday.

How about if you say, “God be with you till we meet again?” Maybe your friends are not Christians, how about something that sounds like, “See you after a while?” Who knows how long a while is? Another secret. In his first sermon Jesus preached that the kingdom of God was at hand, he preached that He was coming back soon. That was thousands of years ago, but he is not back yet. So who knows how long a “WHILE” is?

That is true, believe it or leave it. I bid you all my friends farewell. God be with you till we meet again. See you all after a while. Oh, yes. This is why our God is called Ebeneezer; meaning thus far He has taken us. It has been a pleasure and joy getting to know you all. Hope we’ll keep connected in various ways. Best of wishes in all your future endeavors May the God of Peace travel with you all and give you an awesome and breath-taking Christmas break as you commemorate His Birth. May this Christmas be so reminiscent of The Incarnation. It has been an envious ride getting to know and spend time with you people. Keep Calm and wipe away those tears of joy. We will forever have you in heart and prayers.

Till we meet, I gotta hit the road, yes I’m off!

Stanford

Fnals? Fins…. Finals…. Mhm.

Hey there sweet loyal readers of my blog. This is1a1 me, once again – Ocean.

You could sense I am not happy or bubbly in this blog. Why? It’s Finals week. Yep.

So I tried to study for finals. I really did. But before that I had a lot of things to do.


tumblr_inline_mgmnt6K8X51qb6g6hJob #1: Clean my room. How can I study in a messy room? Cluttered room = cluttered mind (found this on the internet, thought it sounded cool.)

Job #2: After cleaning my room I realize I’m hungry. *prepares steak and potatoes (YES POTATOES IM LITHUANIAN OK STOP JUDGING)*

Job #3: Bought a unicorn. Named him Charlie. He’s nice. He likes to chew on my nose sometimes. Charlie is silly.

Job #4: Feel miserable. Check.finals-break-0

Job #5: Cry because you’ll fail everything in life just like that one time you went into a shop to buy yourself candy and you were 1LT short. Dammit you Iki.


Job #6:
go to sleep. Talk yourself into the fact regarded as “student axiom” that you can’t study if you are tired.

Job #7: Lie to yourself that everything will be ok.
If you will see me you are allowed to either feed me cupcakes or shoot me with a nice and sparkly sleeping potion just like they shoot sick animals in cartoons.

Love you.

Bisous,

Dame de la mer

“Fine”

Salutations, Republic!unnamed I was going to talk about the innovative method of contacting intelligent extra-terrestrial life by launching buckets of fried chicken into deep space, but frankly I’m not in the mood for serious scientific discussions.

This mood thing has been something of an issue, naturally for the end-of-semester season.

One of the questions you hear a lot from family members and non-university friends is “How was your week?” The usual reply is something to the effect of “fine”. What that means is that either you have no memory of the last seven days, or that you’d rather be talking to someone else. But this week, “fine” just won’t do…

Because this week has been the most depressing arrangement of misery I have experienced in my academic career. I’m not simply stressed, no… I can no longer afford such frivolous pleasures. I am done. The mere recollection of the last seven days gives me heartburn. This week has been so perfectly dreadful, that not even suicide seems like a sufficient solution. If tomorrow the press tells the world that there is an asteroid the size of Pluto inexorably headed for this cursed hapless ball of cosmic garbage, it would not only be a solemn testament to the existence of God, but also to that He is, in fact, of the merciful variety. For this would not be judgement, but an act of love; not murder, but euthanasia. We are not a victim but a patient, with an illness beyond cure and suffering beyond mitigation. And heaven on earth will reign only when the dead ground is silently precipitated with the ashes of the freshly incinerated living…

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<takes a deep breath> So erm… yeah… that mood.

But this abysmal emotional state has come about almost exclusively by virtue of my own choices. I’ve left everything till the last possible moment, and signed up for my presentations in a way that they all converge on the same week. And that’s because when it comes to college work I’m motivated only by the most powerful force in the universe – panic. I’m not one of the people who can sit over a book for 3-4 consecutive hours and actually study, three days before the test. I can’t do it. Well, I mean, I can, but I’ll have twelve nervous breakdowns along the way.

Unless I feel the impending apocalypse breathing down my neck, I will hopelessly procrastinate. And if I attempt a task in advance, I just end up wasting time daydreaming about doing all of the things I could be doing instead. Like for instance, examining the imperfections on the wall, or taking a five hour bath – far more exciting and important than 10-20% of my semester grade.

Unfortunately, these 3-4 hour study sessions are unavoidable, since that’s what’s needed to do well on the tests. And no amount of dividing it up into sections will change the fact that for the duration of the experience my face hole will be gushing expletives at everything I don’t immediately understand.

So those of you who feel the same way – congratulations on the ability to feel anything at this stage. That is an achievement in itself. And for those who are on the outside of the experience – you know how my week has been by my bloodshot eyes with bags under them, so don’t ask out of politeness. You know what would be more polite? Pizza. Speaking of which, donations in the form of coffee, green tea, dark chocolate  ̶c̶o̶c̶a̶i̶n̶e̶ and, of course, pizza are appreciated like never before.

Stay strong, Republic, this too shall pass and so will you!
Nik