Poor Emily

I am starting this blog off in tribute to my poor friend who has been awake for over 36 hours now.

Dearest Emily,

First of all, get some sleep. Second, stop being so brilliant (she's a morehead scholar) and trying to dominate the world. Save some dominating for the rest of us. She spent the weekend in washington D.C. at a conference to discuss environmental issues and how the United States should act upon them. Kewl. Then, she return to UNC this morning at 2 am only to write a paper in under three hours, which I edited and let's just say there weren't too many red marks to make on it. Then, she went to 4 classes today (she's taking 18 hours) where she received an A on one paper and took a poli sci exam. Which will probably be an A as well. Darn superhuman. As I stare at her dropping eyelids across the library table, I can't help but feel sorry for her yet not at the same time. I guess I could say it's her fault for taking up so many activities at once, but you can't blame someone for wanting to be involved. She's definitely not complaining and is extremely happy, despite the dark circles under her eyes that are slowly spreading to her cheekbones. Never before have I been so excited for a break. Easter weekend will be a refreshing pause before final exams. Did I mention Emily is also an AWESOME person. She is an admissions ambassador, and I'm pretty sure only awesome people get picked to do the tours. If you are incapable of communicating properly, then the school probably doesn't want you as the face of the school for all of the potential candidates. Speaking of potential candidates, two friends in high school are coming to visit thursday aaaaand I don't know how to entertain them. First, nobody will be here because everyone is peacing out to go home and second, I just want to watch tv for 4 hours on thursday evening. I don't want to try to show how cool unc is to them. I want them to enjoy themselves, but I might have to just tell them it's a slow night and hope they accept that. I don't know what they expect anyways. Raging frat party? Happening franklin street? Late-night frisbee in the quad? Oh well. I'm sure dearest Emily will be sleeping on thursday night to recover from her super human week. So impressive.