(Note: This is a MARATHON post. I didn’t realize how much I do on an average Wednesday! Enter at your own caution.)
One of the things that I love most about Georgetown is that there’s always something to do. Not occasionally, not frequently, not sometimes….ALWAYS!
Whether it be good or bad thing, there’s never a day where I have absolutely nothing on the agenda.
While there are some days where my to-do list for the day and calendar for the week become crazy overwhelming, I typically tend to thrive on being busy. This busyness wakes me up everyday—opens my eyes, coaxes me out of bed, keeps me chasing my dreams. I’m not saying zero free time is good (in fact, sometimes it stinks!), but generally speaking, I like having things to do. My mom would probably call that an understatement (hi mom!). I would say that’s who I am. For the better and the worse.
So that being said, would you like a look at my Wednesday? Let’s go!
Minus a few rare occasions, I never skip breakfast. During high school, I got into the habit of doing that when I didn’t have time; I didn’t like it, but I deemed it necessary. You know what’s necessary?
Breakfast.
It’s my favorite meal of the day, and I take care to make myself a scrumptious breakfast every morning. Oatmeal, pancakes (and more pancakes), toast, eggs, bagels, cereal, and yogurt parfaits go in the typical rotation, with oatmeal being my standard. Speaking of oatmeal…
Wednesday’s brekkie was…carrot cake oatmeal! Carefully guarded by Jack the Bulldog 
Check out this post for more info on that insaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanely delicious breakfast.
On Wednesday, I also made myself a cool, creamy cross between a latte and an iced coffee. Caffeine definitely affects me, so I try to moderate how much I drink.
This particular creation was…
- Iced coffee/espresso mixture
- Splash ‘o soymilk
- pinch of stevia
- cinnamon
After French (<—lovin’ that class!), I debated between taking a nap and working out. The night prior, H and I had a lovely chat that ended up lasting longer than either of us expected. I didn’t go to bed terribly late, but it was late enough that I was feelin’ it the next morning. Knowing that a 45 minute nap would probably just make me want to sleep longer, I headed to Yates (the gym) and hoped that some endorphins would perk me up.
Worked like a charm! I read a book for my Business Ethics class, splitting an hour in half with 30 minutes on a spin bike and 30 minutes on an elliptical. I know I should be better about doing strength training, but I find it more difficult to justify a workout if I’m not getting a little work done. Something to work on, for sure.
Post-workout, I made my way back to my dorm in lovely 60 degree weather. Blue skies and sunny, awww yeah! I started to get a little hungry for lunch, so I snacked on an apple after my run through the shower. Soon enough, it was time for lunch.
Lunch
Also known as hugh-jass-salad-time. Said salad included the following:
- Gourmet mixed greens
- Carrots
- Tomatoes
- Cucumbers
- Edamame
- Roasted Garlic Zucchini (<—uh-may-zing)
- Basil Barley salad
With a sweet po-tater on the side. I can (and will) eat one of those everyday without question.
My apologies for posting yet another salad, but lately, I just can’t get enough! In fact, recently, I wrote my first post as a freelance contributing writer for Small Kitchen College, an online college eating/living guide written by college students all over the nation.
Naturally, I decided to write a post about my love of salad. And Darren Criss.
Check it out HEEEEEEEEEEEEERE, if you’re interested! (Can you tell I’m excited?)
After lunch, I walked over to my English class, which is a humanities class focusing on the female bildungsroman. It’s kinda meh. (Read: I came this close to falling asleep.) Now that’s what I call a coming-of-age story.
Once English let out, I sprinted over to Uncommon Grounds, the coffee shop at which I was recently hired and ordered a cuppa joe to go. By 3:30 pm, coffee might as well have been my God-given right.
Accounting wasn’t too bad (I didn’t fall asleep. That’s an accomplishment, right?). Following class, I met a group to discuss a group project for one of my classes. I was in and out in about an hour, at which point I made a dash for the dining hall.
Dinner
A smattering of goodies piled high.
Vegan Jambalya with zucchini, tomatoes, and okra. Weirdly, I LOVE okra.
Baby Bok Choy sauteed with Garlic.
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Steamed cauliflower and a vegan BBQ riblet. This was very much trying to be a piece of meat, which is fine. It was good but a bit dry. Oddly, it reminded me of what I was served at the cafeteria in fifth grade, except this one tasted more like meat than the one from my fifth grade days. I find that a little scary…
Braised cabbage with pepper. This stuff looks disgusting but tastes AWESOME!
After dinner, I sprinted across campus for a club (Women in Politics!) event. Thanks to the tireless work of B, we had Courtney Martin speak National Eating Disorders Week.
Martin attended Barnard University and later wrote the acclaimed novel Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters. Since this post is a marathon already, I’ll give you guys more deets later She was a great speaker and had some really insightful things to say!
Following the WiP event, I again ran cross-campus to meet another group for an Accounting Case Project. We cranked out the case and an hour later, I was off again—this time back the coffee shop at which I work.
I did homework for about an hour before helping to cleanup and close the store. Around 12:30 a.m., I visited B, who was working in the newspaper office upstairs, and handed off a granola bagel.
Finally, I headed back to my dorm. Sweet heavens, thank goodness.
More homework and then some cleaning. And thennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn,
SLEEP.
What a Wednesday 
For dinner, H and I met up with B & E in front of the Georgetown library. We trekked about a mile-ish in slightly chilly weather with one dream in mind……………
The restaurant was a little noisy but nothing unreasonable. Light conversation was still a’plenty. 
