I am Hillbawb, and I am almighty. This blog encompasses the wide variety of shizz that interests me and my mindless ramblings because I have no social life anymore. Yay me!
SO I WAS FUCKING TALKING WITH MY DAD AND
dragons came back
killed all the rich people and took their money for their horde
and then if you needed money
you would just challenge the dragon to a riddle duel
and both of us ended up agreeing that riddle duels with dragon bankers would somehow be a much fairer, less frustrating economic system than we have now
-Hannah Hart, “My Drunk Kitchen Holiday: America Day Pie Cakes”
My thoughts exactly, Hannah.
We don’t talk about Professor Binns enough. He just woke up one day and forgot to take his body with him and then was just like “fuck it, I’ve got a class to teach.”
So I just got home from the awards ceremony.
And I just DON’T KNOW WHY THEY HAD ME SPEAK!!
When they told me only one other student was speaking I just assumed it was going to be a small event. 50 people at most. There were at least 200 people there. And to make matters worse, the other student speaker is our Associated Student President, was the President of a Fraternity. Won his scholarship for good grades, volunteer work, and like fifty other incredible things. He was IMPRESSIVE. And then they introduce me and it is like “Our next speaker is an Entrepreneurship major, Hillary (enter German last name here)”
Oh, and when I met with the associate dean two weeks ago when she asked me to be a speaker, I was told to make my speech 2-5 minutes. They aim to have people speak for 2, but people tend toward 5. So I kept it SHORT. It was just a few seconds shy of 2 min when I practiced it. And The only other speakers were the Dean, The president and CEO of Intero Reality, and the super impressive student, each of whom spoke for a good ten min. I was the fucking closing speaker with a speech under two min.
On a nice note I got to meet my donor who was a very nice old man. And I’ll probably upload the shitty pics my mom took. And if I get a hold of them, the proper pics taken by the photographer.