9.4.03
So. Here I am, at college. Because I finally got my laptop back, I’ll probably be moving around a good deal as I write this. Right now, I’m sitting on the floor in Ayesha’s room while she does stuff and Jamie watches football. Jamie’s a boy, Ayesha is a girl, and the carpet in here is neat. David and Christine are attending a lecture by some guy with a lot of other people, so for now there’s nothing to do.
So. Here I am, at college. It’s Thursday, so I’ve had four days of classes. They’ve been mildly exciting, mildly boring, but it’s honestly better than the four days of pre-class orientation we had last week. There were copious amounts of parties and social events and dances and such, and I partook in very few of them. I had fun, but there was enough down time for me to miss home and friends and feel cranky, so the fact that I now have homework to put off is almost a relief.
I last wrote the Sunday before I left, and everything between then and the Wednesday I left is pretty much a blur. Okay, that’s a lie. Monday I went climbing, stole $50 of Andrew’s, gave it back, went to…okay, I forget where we went, but I’m pretty sure we went somewhere. Then I went home. Yup.
Tuesday I spent the day with Andrew and Alex, as per usual…we went to the Book Rack, this awesome used bookstore near Freeman. I got some store credit, got some new books, and then we went back to Alex’s to watch Family Guy. Followed by more stuff, among which was me getting shots and going to get a haircut and run to CVS for drugs and the like. Then a small crew came over for a cookout. Me, Andrew, Alex, Carter, Reid, David, and Amy…plus the Schnurs for a little bit. We made hamburgers, watched TV, copied CDs, and everything was okay until people started leaving. Or rather, until Andrew had to leave. It wasn’t pleasant, to say the least, but I didn’t have a complete breakdown, of which I was pretty proud. Then I talked to Patrick for a while, watched TV, burned CDs, and otherwise put the finishing touches on my packing.
Wednesday we left around eight for the drive to Hartford. Move-in wasn’t until Thursday, but the idea of driving eight hours in a day didn’t really appeal to us, so we didn’t. We stayed overnight in a hotel, I continued to avoid doing my Seminar homework, and watched TV. Fun. And I slept like crap, because that’s what I do.
Thursday was an adventure. My room is on the second floor, up fifteen fucking narrow stairs…if my mom had let me bring my rope we could have just hauled stuff up to the window, but no. And I could have taken advantage of the school’s massive rappel tower/chapel tower. But no. Anyway, my room’s small but mine. and that’s more important than big and not just mine. I got all my stuff to fit, with room to spare, and it’s damn pretty, so come see it. I’ve got myself all set up…posters, computer, window, fridge, microwave, and…well, right now it’s got people in it, so that’s cool. (I’m still with Jamie and Ayesha…one of them tried to usurp my chair and failed; the other is on the phone. It’s fun.)
So Thursday progressed without much excitement…there was a great deal of ‘getting-to-know-you’ stuff, which was kind of lousy ‘cuz I’m shy around new people. Unless they climb. I asked in my seminar if anyone knew climbers, and one girl said yeah, there was a guy in my dorm who did. His name was David and she gave me directions to his room, so I went and hunted him down. We chatted for a bit, and I said to come grab me if he was going out that night. He did, which was a pleasant surprise, and we went down to the dining hall for some ‘Mather Madness’ or some other such lameness. It did, however, give me a chance to meet several people, including Jamie (who I took to immediately ‘cuz he was wearing a Yankees hat), Emily, Jeff (a swimmer) and anyone else I met I have since forgotten. Other names that might appear include Christine (who lives across the hall from David), Nate (who lives next to Christine), Ayesha (who’s on the phone behind me), Laurence (who spent a year studying in England), and a bunch of other people I’ve managed to forget. I’m good about that.
Friday we ended up skipping the required stuff and hanging out David’s room until some ungodly hour. Saturday we bummed around and wound up at the dorms clear across campus for a long time. I laid on the floor and enjoyed my freshly cracked back while the boys played football on PS2. I eventually came home, slept like crap (because that’s what I do…I think I’ve said this already) and got up for another fun day of doing nothing on Sunday.
Sunday I actually did do something…I read Brave New World (that’s right the whole damn book) and got ready to put off homework, which is exactly what I’m doing now. While two boys sing high harmony behind me. It’s fun.
Monday I started The Handmaid’s Tale, which I finished on Tuesday. I haven’t read anything since, so don’t write me off as a complete nerd just yet.
A class summary follows.
Music 101 is going to be boring as hell. I’ve already slept through it once (oops), and it’s very, very basic music stuff. I’m learning to read bass clef, which is useful, but the whole counting time and matching pitches and stuff. Jamie is sexy. He wrote that. And it’s true. He told me to write that. Anyway, music. We’re playing music right now. Lesson learned: the boys are very bad for my concentration. Fuck talking about classes. I’m about done thinking anyway.
I’m supposed to talk about my sex life. I have none. It’s lousy. Oh yeah! I met Laurie. She’s living in a fucking massive apartment about ten minutes’ walk from me, so I’ll be around there a ton. Plus they have MarioKart. Life at Summit Towers is good. And I have no sex life.
I also have homework, so I’m gonna stop updating my website and get to putting that off. It’s a good life, I tell ya.
I’ll be updating more frequently, I think, so I’ll just be able to dash off these two-page entries. I’ll also be more comprehensive once I’m sitting down and there’s not people in my room and more exciting things to do. Like…stuff.
So. Here I am, at college. It’s been fun, and I’m thrilled about being here with these people. I’ve got a ton of stuff going on – music groups, theatre, socialness – plus, of course, classes. I miss Andrew and Dammit and Peak and home, but this isn’t bad at all. All I need now is a place to climb (other than the pipes in the basement), and I’ll be a very happy girl.
So here's a brief update on what I've been up to since I've been here.
I've used my amazing powers of seduction to coerce a half-dozen or so people into being friends with me. (That was all true except for the amazing powers of seduction part.) Also, when I prop my door open, people tend to wander in and say hello. Especially when there's more than just me in there. Case in point - over the three-or-so hour peroid we were hanging out in my room last night, at least nine different people wandered in and out.
I audtioned for and made the Choir (not difficult; I think the audition was just to prove you could hit notes) and Chapel Singers (not sure how competitive it is, but the sound is AMAZING). I auditioned for and didn't make the musical theatre revue, which didn't made me too upset because I know I can neither act nor dance and I've got too much to do in October anyway. I'll tech or something.
Tonight are auditions for the a cappella groups, and I'm nervous/excited about those...they haven't yet said anything about what the auditions will BE, but I assume it'll be competitive and I'm definately gonna be miffed if I don't get in. There's a show beforehand, anyway, of all four groups, and that should be incredible.
My seminar class has proven to be a challenge, both intellectually and socially. I know I'm not a people person, and that will definately hurt me later in life. In the meantime, I'm trying not to choke anyone and waiting this game out...it'll be over in early October. That aside, the class itself should be fun...it's basically a mock trial/debate-esque class wherein we act like the assembly of Athens and try and convince people to vote with us. I think that's cool.
Music, as I think I've said, is dull. Hopefully, though, it will get better, and I'll feel like I'm learning something as opposed to just reviewing stuff I've known since fourth grade. (Okay, so learning to read bass clef is new.) The praticum, too, is me and seven guys who have little to no musical experience, and that's fun, because not only can I not sing with them, it's boring. Yippee.
Speaking of boring, history lecture is going to kill me, I think. It's also my last class on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, so I'm going to be ansty in it all semester. Maybe it will get exciting...maybe I'll be able to conceal some other book behind the head of the person in front of me and at least be productive.
The religion class is split into lecture, seminar, and debate; that should be fun. Despite the fact that the most attractive male ever chose to drop the class (or skipped yesterday; I really have no idea,) the rest of the peope in it are friendly and intelligent and if I can survive the hour-and-twenty-minute lectures once every week and a half, I should be fine. And I can easily do that if the reward is a seminar and debate.
I've also apparently been signed up for the Outdoor Club, which will, of course, conflict with the Chapel Singers on several occasions, so that sucks. Also sucky is the fact that I have music class now, so I must end this. Yup.