The Meade Feed.The Life of Whitney Meade

The smell of burning plastic in the evening.

My Macbook power adapter melted tonight.

That’s right, MELTED.

And I am OCD about unplugging things and fires and the like. I immediately unplugged the adapter (which was scalding hot), took it downstairs, and put it on the concrete floor of the garage. Because I was convinced that it was going to spontaneously combust and set fire to the house.

Then, I got on Google to 1) Check if it was going to spontaneously combust, and 2) Are there any others who have had problems with Apple’s melting power adapters? “mac battery charger melted”…”can an adapter catch fire once it’s been unplugged?”… “apple adapter melted.” I searched for it all and got nothin’. So naturally (BTW – it’s like, 12:45AM, I’m staying with my parents because Kris is out of town with his cell turned off), I get on Twitter to see if any of my male friends have tweeted in the past 10 minutes so I can tell if they’re awake. Nothing. Next stop: Facebook. No guys around – but my friend Lydia is on! Sweet! So we chat about the situation and she doesn’t think that the thing is going to catch fire.

So I’m still not comforted. I text my little brother who’s in Clemson for the weekend. He echos Lydia. I retrieve the adapter – which has cooled. It’s on my bedside table now. I took some pictures for you:

So honestly, this is a terrible way to end a Saturday night!!

I wrote a post on how much I miss Clemson a couple of weeks ago. Honestly, I do miss college, but only certain parts of it.

There are days (like yesterday) where I do not want to be at work. I want to be at home. I want my old college schedule back… one or two 50 minute classes then back to the apartment or dorm to rest (okay, more like nap for 3 hours).

To get myself out of that rut, I remind myself of the terrible parts of college which usually makes me feel better and reminds me why I am SO GLAD I’m done with school. For example:

1. Showering in flip flops. It’s not like summer camp where you put up with it for 1 week and then return to your gorgeous, clean shower at home. Ohhh no sister. It’s every day. For a year.
2. The hike to retrieve your car and the serious lack of parking spaces. WHY CAN’T WE FIX THIS ISSUE CLEMSON? Oh, and PS – the athletes get to ride around on golf carts. Must be nice.
3. Fraternities. Terrible terrible terrible. Can I say terrible again? Terrible. I feel like I need to give my girlfriends who are going into their Freshman year in college a crash course in fraternity guys. Listen, these guys are the same as the ones you went to high school with. BUT all of the sudden, they trick you into thinking they’re cool and legit because they can plaster KA, Sigma Nu, or SAE stickers on the back of their Frathoe and can take you to a Mountain Weekend. (Which honestly, is really not all that fun.) (Side-note to this one. I know that some of my readers are married to/dating someone who was in a fraternity. And your significant other is probably really awesome. But I’m just speaking from my experience and observations and talking about a generalization of “fraternity guys.”)
4. Exams. There are no exams in the real world. Which means there are no all-night study sessions in the library. I hated the library. I think that’s all of the explanation that one needs.
5. Driving 3 hours every week from Clemson to Florence, and from Florence to Clemson. This is specific to my situation. I was in a relationship with and later engaged to Kris while I was a Junior and Senior at Clemson. And I put some miles on my Explorer and Edge. Try around 16,640 miles in 10 months. And that’s just counting driving between the two cities. Wowza.
6. Being sick all of the time. Was it me, or do you just have a chronic case of sinusitis while you’re in college?
7. 12 o’clock kickoffs in August. Now, I know this is kind of dumb to be complaining about. But really – in South Carolina at 12PM in late August, it’s over 100 degrees outside. All in the name of getting a good television timeslot, I guess. (Not going to lie – I would leave the game after a quarter or at halftime and go back to my dorm by myself and watch the rest of the game on TV. It. Was. So. Hot.) (Also not going to lie again – sometimes I’d get bored at the game and call my parents and be like, “I’m leaving the game and driving to Florence.” And I did. And there was no traffic for the entire 3-hour drive home because everyone was at the game.)

I wasn’t one of those students who just loved college. I was one of those students who just loved my boyfriend and wanted to marry him ASAP!

And I did

Kris’s sister Sherie and her husband brought our nieces to visit us today. We always have so much fun playing Auntie Whitnit and Uncle KK – and Uncle KK even got a few pics before our oldest niece loses her first tooth in the next few months

So, we just watched the never-ending Clemson game (GO TIGERS!) and we are totally vegged out on the couch. What a great Saturday!