Feb 23, 2008 14:54
I wonder when the lecture's starting.
Hey, how come everybody is sitting over there?
Because it's closer to the door.
But there's like, four seats on either side of me. Maybe I smell bad.
No, they're sitting over there because it's closer to the door. They probably don't want to walk across the front of the room because they're scared people will look at them.
People aren't that silly. Maybe I look terrible?
We look fine. People are lazy and self concious. Oooh, she's cute.
Why doesn't she want to come sit with us?
Because she already has a seat. Oooh! She smiled at us. We should go say hi later.
But what if I -
WE DO NOT SMELL BAD.
Ah, the inner arguing of different parts of personality. I got asked about how I think of different parts of my personality, and I'm still pondering that question.
For most of it, I had "Chips Ahoy!" by the Hold Steady stuck in my head. For a lot of it, I felt overwhelmed and somewhat like a high school kid tagging along with the school group. Other times, I felt cool and grown up and positive.
I'm considering changing one of my classes, as there's four compulsory classes you can choose from when you first start uni, and this one is the hardest and has the most work involved. Dorian extolled the virtues of the one he did, so I might change to that. I just worry about changing my awesome timetable where I have most afternoons and a day off.
The work just doesn't justify my interest. My actual Bachelor of Arts has the LEAST amount of work out of all of the classes I'm doing, which is a bit silly.
And there's the regrets. "Maybe I should be doing Bio/Medicine/Nutrition/Engineering." or "Stuff uni I'm going to work at the mines and earn two grand a week."
All very confusing.
That aside, life is good so I'm pretty sure I can deal with this.
Also, the uni coffee shop does the greatest white hot chocolates of all time. Just another deterrant from leaving.
I've made a few friends so far, such as:
Cara, the well dressed journalism student.
Andrew, who has hair longer than I do and is thick with the compliments. (I'm a "cool firey viking girl." Apparently.)
Naz, who talks a lot and expresses everything physically.
Rhiannon, who's shy and wants to live in Japan.
Shanee, who doesn't eat lollies and believes making out when you have herpes is dishonest.
So yeah, things are going pretty great.