Archive for ‘Fun Stories’

December 21, 2011

Speaking of Strange Encounters

I am going through a massive update of my blog and I started tagging strange events I had experienced as “strange encounter.” I have publish two articles involving strange people I have met up north, one of which was flirting with me.

These stories have sparked some memories of a very, very strange encounter.

About a year ago, I began chatting on FB with a boy from my hometown who was enrolled at my college. He seemed pretty cool and I am open to gaining some friends. He began flirting with me a few weeks later and I ignored the cyber advances.

After a few weeks of flirting, he decided to ask me out on a hike. This was clearly before Bass Guy and I were serious, but I was still not fast enough on my feet to think of a way out. So I said I was too busy with school work and we should reschedule.

It was at that moment when he sent this message:

Rhetorically speaking, how would you feel if you had anal sex with me in the forest?”

Uh, what? I didn’t realize I gave off an anal in the woods kind of vibe.

Either way, I told him I would never do such a thing with someone I hardly knew and our conversations ended. Forever.


June 14, 2011


For the most part, word has gotten out that I have changed my major – but for those of you who are just now discovering this, I changed from Environmental Science to Environmental Resource Engineering. Not a big change, but even with a small change, there must be a reason. I have realized that I have been receiving small hints, winks, and nudges from something (or someone) for years.

The most unrecognizable for me was my skills in the world of science and math. Yes, I don’t talk about these things very much, this was made apparent to me when my best friend thought I sucked at math. She was oh so very wrong. I am quite skilled at math – aside form some minor mistakes I make in arithmetic – I pick up new formulas and equations rapidly and if I keep practice, my memory will stick.

In the world of sciences, I was dramatically misled by my brain and missed a few very valuable hints of my future. I consider environmental science as a life science. I have to study a ton of biology and botany and climatology and whatnot. However, looking back at high school and my freshman year of college – life sciences are not my forte. As a matter of fact, some of my most embarrassing grades are under that category. Physical sciences, on the other hand, are a close friend of mine. I have always held my best grades in those classes.

Now there are the hints I received in the other side of my life – the artistic side. Just as my name suggest I am equally scientific as artistic, if not more so artistic. I discovered my ability to copy other persons art (not tracing) when I was in sixth grade. I used that talent to improve my original art and eventually became a partially skilled artist (except I am limited to pens and pencils). I also have always enjoyed building small crafts – making jewelry, origami, sewing, I even recently knit my own purse!!

The final hint I received was a much less subtle one. In my environmental science class my senior year of high school we spent about a week or two talking about Sustainable Design (building green homes). I loved the topic and excelled in the category. I still remember every aspect of the design we discussed in class during that brief time. I thought nothing of it as a career. It wasn’t until I was sitting in the last lecture of Natural Resources just about a week ago, when my teacher mentioned a green building being build on some campus in Washington when I was struck. All these tiny details I overlooked came rushing back to me and now I know. I must become and architect. I must build green homes and businesses. This is what I was meant to do, and this is what I will do.

So I changed my major.

 Emily Treat

January 31, 2011

Pumpkin Spider

So everyone that lives near me, has already heard this story at least once, but for those of you that live hours away – here is my story.

imageLast Friday, I was heading back to my dorm with a bag of chips and a cup of Irish Crème Cappuccino. I was walking past our campus volleyball court when I saw a wasp buzzing around. I swung my arm over it and kept walking. That was when I realized it was following me. I turned to get a better look at it when I realized it was not a wasp at all, but a spider, and I had gone through its web. I swung from my arm as I began to panic. Delilah was walking with me and I quickly started to yell at her to get it off.

Me and spiders are not friends and the spiders up here are massive. I mean come on, I thought it was a large wasp. It did not take long for me to start squealing in a very pathetic matter. I made many attempts to get him to climb off onto something else, and that it when it began to trek up his web towards my arm.

Tears were building in my eyes as I visualized it crawling up my arm onto my face and taking a nice meaty bite out of it. There were other students staring as the walked passed. And then it was on me. I was in a full on panic and began to flail and squeal pathetically as Delilah watched in ultimate horror.

And that is when my hero showed up. A girl quickly whipped out her binder and smacked the spider off my arm. And then she stepped on him.

Yes, I know, the spider didn’t deserve to get stepped on. Very true. I have come to terms with this, not that a few days have passed. But I was panicking and it was a split second decision.

I took a few wonderful breaths and tried to calm my shacking. I thanked the girl with all my might.

I later found out that the spider was not poisonous, but it still would have hurt to be bitten. So, let this be a warning to all you other spiders! I will not show mercy!

 Emily Treat