Help!! Micro-greens

I got a free micro-greens packet from the service fair, so naturally I followed the instructions and started to grow them.

It was all going well, until the seeds fell off and they were so densely packed I couldn’t see in the bag.

Normally, this would have been a hurdle I could take easily, but in this case, I was using my week old flat seltzer, so I wanted to finish the bottle off. Now, going on day two there’s still a two inch deep puddle of water in the bag.

I have a feeling this is their end.

But!!! Not all hope is lost. They look healthy right now (mostly).

My issue is I have no idea what to do with them. Other than the fact that my scissors went missing, I have no idea what to use them for after they’re cut off.

It’s not like I have a wide variety of foods in my room, and I feel like it’s kind of wack to bring them to the dining hall.

Let me know.

I wanted to get plants for my room, but I feel like so far this isn’t a good sign. You live and you learn.

Violet

P.S. When I said I “lost” my scissors, I did not mean they were gone for good. Instead, I meant I didn’t see them on my desk, so I assumed the worst.

After two minutes of searching, they have been found.

P.P.S. I cut the micro-greens off. Next step: washing them and figuring out what the fuck I’m supposed to do after.

P.P.P.S. Me and two impartial testers sampled them, they are not good. Unfortunately, my Micro-greens will be accompanying me on my trip to the garbage bins tomorrow morning.

Not only am I bringing my trash and recycling down, I’m doing laundry. And I changed my sheets tonight. Spot me at 9 AM doing errands. Say what you want, but she’s a productive girl.

Exploring

I figured out where all my classes were today.

There were drinks and snacks just lying in the education building, so I got a grapefruit juice and pretzels. I’m not usually a pretzel girl, they’re dry as fuck, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

Later, we went into the same building as the service fair, so I got a lunchbox and water bottle. Did I need them? Not really.

Still, who knows when they will come in handy, especially since my swell water bottle still smells like Bacardi. Frosh is over, but I’m not over frosh. There’s still remnants and reminders everywhere.

Also picked up some free pizza (pretty good for free pizza) an apple (mid, did not finish it) and a burger (not it, but the rush I got for getting it for free kept my spirits up).

Oh!!!! And earlier I got a Made Good banana chocolate granola snack, which was not great but it didn’t have nuts in it so I was hyped. Not to mention two mints. Pretty wild stuff.

I honestly felt like I had ran a marathon when I got back to my room, so I was overcome with crushing disappointment when I looked at my health app and realized I had only walked 9,000 steps. Oh well.

Last thing, and then I’m off to do dishes (again). I checked my mailbox today, which I’m still unclear on.

How often am I supposed to even check it?? Because it’s not like I’m getting mail often… but I was expecting it to be empty and it wasn’t!! The adrenaline rush was unreal.

Thank you Sarah #ShoutoutSunday for the letter.

Violet

Raccoon Incident

Months after a similar close call at Central Park, yesterday I had a very close encounter with a raccoon. To be fair, Lola and Celeste were way closer.

Still, as the blog writer, I’m taking the artistic liberty of ignoring that.

In the spirits of a birthday celebration, we went outside and sat at one of the picnic tables so we could light candles.

I watched as Celeste pulled out the cake, which had weathered the travels all the way from New York.

It had been so long since I had been to Trader Joe’s (ten days) and I missed Brooklyn, so I was fully immersed in the experience.

Distracted by the cake in front of me, I hadn’t looked up for a while. When I finally did, sitting across from me right behind Lola and Celeste was a raccoon staring right at me.

I know their innocent appearance gives a false perception of what’s underneath, and the raccoons are feral and ready to attack. Especially when it comes to Trader Joe’s chocolate cake. (Understandably so).

Nevertheless, now I know to always keep out a watchful eye. You can never be vigilant enough, because McGill is in the sticks apparently. (At least one groundhog -maybe- or a look alike animal, and one raccoon).

Stay safe.

Violet