Ode to Blocker

Ohhh, the Blocker building. What semester would be complete without a class there?

I think I can honestly say that I have had a class in Blocker every single semester during my time at A&M. Actually, I just looked it up.

I have. At least one class each semester.

It's probably the building on campus I like the least, apart from Zachry. That building makes me depressed.

This summer session, I have statistics in Blocker. Like almost every other math class I've taken here. At least I feel home!

With the exception of a couple classrooms, none of the rooms in Blocker share an outside wall. Some bright soul decided to make hallways around almost all of the classrooms, inside the building. There are no windows. At least I don't think I've been in a classroom here with windows. And all the hallways look the same. It normally takes me about ten minutes to find my classroom at the beginning of each new semester.

Yet in a strange, sad, way, I have come to love this building. There is a computer lab there (where I am sitting right now), and there's even a little bistro-type deal at the front if you get hungry.

However, there never seem to be any Battalions left.

I think that's all I'm going to write about Blocker. That's really all I can say.

Since my Pilates class seems to get out at 9, and I don't have my next class until 10, I have decided that this is my new blogging time. I come to Blocker computer lab. find a computer and type my little heart out. So I guess that means you get at least 4 new posts per week. Probably more, since I enjoy writing so much.

How cool would it be to write a book? I think that would be awesome. Although I'm not the book-writing type. I barely even read books, let alone write them. I think I would be bad at it. I would suffer from really awful writer's block (it even happens during my blogging time) and I think I would eventually give up. And it definitely wouldn't hit a best seller's list. I'm sure my mom might order a couple copies, and maybe my sisters, but apart from that, I doubt anyone would read it. I don't even know what I would write about. Living in England? I talk about that too much anyways, so making someone read a book about it might make them throw up. I guess that for now I'll just stick to blogging.

That reminds me. Do I talk about England too much? I knew someone from another country in high school, and she would constantly talk about it, comparing everything to her homeland. People got really annoyed. Personally, I understood where she was coming from, but no one else did. As far as they were concerned, England was where you live now, so you should forget about any previous countries you lived in.

I tried not to talk about Texas too much.

But that's really hard when something is such an integral part of your life.

I can't talk about me without mentioning England. That's who I am. I am this strangely British-American person. I am only British in descent, really, and yet living in England has made me British. I understand life there almost as much as I understand life here. If my parents had thought about it, I could have had dual citizenship. That's really weird to me, honestly. I think it's odd how you can become a citizen of a certain country. I mean, it makes sense, but thinking of myself officially recognized as a British citizen weirds me out. I still think it would be pretty cool. Can you imagine having two passports? How awesome.

I'm sorry if me talking about life in England annoys you, but I'm not going to stop. God allowed me to have that experience for a reason, and so I won't stop talking about my experiences there. :)

On a completely unrelated note, I made a B in my Texas History class (smile with me, here-- that's a good thing). I couldn't freakin believe it. I'm pretty sure that I didn't deserve a B. I knew that I did well on my last test, but I didn't think that it was enough to give me a B. I thought that I calculated that I would need to make a 100 on the exam to make a 80.6 in the class overall. So maybe I made a 100. Who knows. I don't care. Just getting a B makes me really happy!

Ok peeps, I need to go to class now. I'm one of those weird people who gets there 15 minutes early on purpose.

Oh. One more thing. I am having an absolutely amazing summer. I can't believe that I have been blessed this much. :)

-Katherine