Aug 29, 2005 22:50
so. here i am, in room 113, in the pit of jewett residence hall. the girls are turning in for their 8am classes, of which i have none....haha, 10 o' clock, bitches....oh how i love sleep....i love my room and my roomie's pretty cool, i'll take some pictures when i'm inclined to spend my own money on a disposable camera. might not happen. i'm a little wary of money-spending since my parents left me here with $486 worth of books to buy. meaning over 1/4 of my summer's pizza-making, call-taking, floor-sweeping, and ass-kissing went down the drain with one purchase. my mom is apparently "shocked and concerned," which is nice but i'd rather her be sympathetic, or just normal, like the dozens of parents that surrounded me in the bookstore line. bah. i hate money. i hate that i have any to spend in the first place. my loans terrify me even more. is this why burrus is poor? i swear, if i don't follow the typical whitman alumni track after graduation, i'll be haunted by debt FOREVER. (dun dun dun) somehow i turned this entry into a bitchfest. maybe i'm just anxious. classes tomorrow!! yay, let's see....
Core Class (Antiquity and Modernity) MonWedFri
Spanish 335- Literature,Culture and History TueThuFri
Intro to Psych MonWed
Psychological Statistics MonTueThu
Choir every day, provided i get in
Swim practices all week 4-6:30 (yay!!!!!)
aside from my neverending cynicism, i'm so grateful to be here. the campus is gorgeous, the food kicks ass, and the people are crazier than i first thought. there's always something fun going on in someone's room or out on the field, and the pit girls are getting closer every day. it's the academics that worry me, i just have to come to terms with the fact that it won't kill me to work hard. it's what i'm here for. that said, i'm hitting the sack. the fold-out couch sack. jewett rules. btw, has anyone ever tried to brush their teeth after a few drinks? hilarious. i completely missed. well, i found it funny. yeah i'm cool. not. but seriously, i miss you all to pieces, savor the rest of your summers if you still have some.....
love from onion country,
morgan