The Fair!/Orientation
Orientation was pretty neat. The Liberal Arts College was built like a nautilus or whatnot and apparently you can get lost and die. The Orientation Leaders for the liberal arts college handed out a list of clubs and bars to frequent once we overcome our adjustment period of tourism, in which we only frequent Bourbon Street, and start to only go to the uptown and warehouse district clubs and bars, neat. The leaders were also interesting, one was named Georgio Maranachios (something like that) and told us not to take classes before 1 and that he loves to party but never has been drunk, and the other was named Ashley something, she was black and therefore sassy and was the perfect foil to the Greek.
A Japanese girl followed me around for a while trying to get my attention and it took way too long to realize that she was trying to talk to me about joining the honors program, and she was so excited when she told me about, that I agreed! I also felt really smart and cool when I notified that I was the only one in the orientation session that did so well on the english placement essay that I don't have to take any comp. classes. I met two interesting girls, one was really poor and from Chicago and talked about the early november with me and how poor she was and that she has a full scholarship too. I said I noticed she wore the same thing for the two days, and she offered me a cigarette. The other girl was from Alaska and was a Philosophy major and we talked about Joyce Carol Oates, in regard to the placement essay, and how hot it was. She complimented my iPod.
The Lakefront was so nice, my parents told me to only drive on that road since the other ones are laced with frightening black people. They told me they had a picnic while I was at orientation on the lakefront and tried their luck at the casino downtown and my mom won like twelve hundred dollars on a slot machine. I was so jealous.
The Fair yesterday was so scary. The rides felt like they were going to fall apart and I was going to fly out and die. J. was so excited at facing potential death though. Wafflehouse was also weird; a grasshopper was in my hair and there was a trailer trash fight as J. puts it that we witnessed.
This song is so sad.
A Japanese girl followed me around for a while trying to get my attention and it took way too long to realize that she was trying to talk to me about joining the honors program, and she was so excited when she told me about, that I agreed! I also felt really smart and cool when I notified that I was the only one in the orientation session that did so well on the english placement essay that I don't have to take any comp. classes. I met two interesting girls, one was really poor and from Chicago and talked about the early november with me and how poor she was and that she has a full scholarship too. I said I noticed she wore the same thing for the two days, and she offered me a cigarette. The other girl was from Alaska and was a Philosophy major and we talked about Joyce Carol Oates, in regard to the placement essay, and how hot it was. She complimented my iPod.
The Lakefront was so nice, my parents told me to only drive on that road since the other ones are laced with frightening black people. They told me they had a picnic while I was at orientation on the lakefront and tried their luck at the casino downtown and my mom won like twelve hundred dollars on a slot machine. I was so jealous.
The Fair yesterday was so scary. The rides felt like they were going to fall apart and I was going to fly out and die. J. was so excited at facing potential death though. Wafflehouse was also weird; a grasshopper was in my hair and there was a trailer trash fight as J. puts it that we witnessed.
This song is so sad.