I was Right!
About being in line at security around 7:20 in the morning, about what the campus and dorm rooms would look like. I was wrong, however, about everything else.
I'm now safely ensconced in my dorm room at Guilford college in North Carolina. My roommate (not Julie, as I phantom-remembered/hallucinated as I was coming in earlier) will not arrive until Tuesday. So I basically have three days to adjust myself to living alone, and then four weeks to adjust to a new roommate. I really hope we get along.
Because I feel like it, here's the story of today: I stayed up until 2:30am reading fanfiction packing (well, both, really). Went to bed, got up at 6:10am after ignoring my alarm at 5:30am. That could have been bad, but thank God I wasn't driving. My lovely chauffer, mom, did the honors. Then there was checking in, and security. I forgot that you had to put laptops in a seperate container to scan, the security man told me very politely that a laptop in a bag with other wires looks "really scary". I think I was lucky not to be body-searched, but I looked nice, and it was 7am.
I then got a quick and interesting breakfast of a pig in a blanket, which I ate before and after boarding.
The first flight of the day was rather entertaining. The flight attendant was a funny lady (example: "This is the flight to Atlanta. If you are not headed to Atlanta, you are now".). Also, my seatmate and I were two peas in a pod. We both read for the majority of the flight, and even got the exact same snack.
I got lunch at the airport while waiting for my next flight. Apparently, four other EMF students were on that flight, but we didn't find that out until we got off it. We met up with the appropriate party (after I mistook a bunch of talking and laughing girls for the same), got our luggage (no lost bits!), and headed off to the campus. It was a very short drive, and the weather here is actually nicer than Oklahoma, something I was not expecting. Getting out of the car, it started to rain, prompting us to move inside very fast. Then...anticlimax. I got registered, got my box of bedclothes, hangers, and snacks that Dad and me sent earlier this week, and managed to get all this stuff transferred over to my dorm (with help of a car, the people here are very nice). Oh, did I mention that I found out that my placement audition was today at 4:30? After panicking slightly about the closeness of it, and also not having prepared a solo, I unpacked a bit (organization helps my nerves), and practiced the Bruch concerto that I've worked on since last summer. The audition went so-so (piece by piece recap: Bruch: as good as could be hoped, the two excerpts I sight-read: very bad, and pretty good). I'm so glad to have that over with. A good thing about this place: orchestra seating assignments will change weekly, so everyone can experience sitting in the front, back, etc.
Feeling the sharp pangs of hunger, I went to dinner. Oddly, I was joined by a French Horn player named......Robin (gotcha!). She lives down the hall from me, and didn't know where anything was. I was in slightly better shape, as the cafeteria and the audition room were in the same building. We explored the cafeteria (it's big, and yummy), and sat down together, only to be joined by a friend of hers. On a side note, the room arrangements are done by age, here. The 16-17 year-olds in one dorm, with 18-20's on the third floor and 21-22's on the first floor of a different dorm. Thus, because these friends were of the same age as her, they also lived down the hall from me. I really enjoyed conversing with the trio. There is talk of forming an "old people" clique.
After that, one of the trio and I went to Convocation. The speeches weren't horrible, and the music was quite nice. Now, I am going to read, and wonder if I should practice (answer: probably not, did it already, no audition = no incentive).
Au revoir, my peeps.
Greeny
I'm now safely ensconced in my dorm room at Guilford college in North Carolina. My roommate (not Julie, as I phantom-remembered/hallucinated as I was coming in earlier) will not arrive until Tuesday. So I basically have three days to adjust myself to living alone, and then four weeks to adjust to a new roommate. I really hope we get along.
Because I feel like it, here's the story of today: I stayed up until 2:30am reading fanfiction packing (well, both, really). Went to bed, got up at 6:10am after ignoring my alarm at 5:30am. That could have been bad, but thank God I wasn't driving. My lovely chauffer, mom, did the honors. Then there was checking in, and security. I forgot that you had to put laptops in a seperate container to scan, the security man told me very politely that a laptop in a bag with other wires looks "really scary". I think I was lucky not to be body-searched, but I looked nice, and it was 7am.
I then got a quick and interesting breakfast of a pig in a blanket, which I ate before and after boarding.
The first flight of the day was rather entertaining. The flight attendant was a funny lady (example: "This is the flight to Atlanta. If you are not headed to Atlanta, you are now".). Also, my seatmate and I were two peas in a pod. We both read for the majority of the flight, and even got the exact same snack.
I got lunch at the airport while waiting for my next flight. Apparently, four other EMF students were on that flight, but we didn't find that out until we got off it. We met up with the appropriate party (after I mistook a bunch of talking and laughing girls for the same), got our luggage (no lost bits!), and headed off to the campus. It was a very short drive, and the weather here is actually nicer than Oklahoma, something I was not expecting. Getting out of the car, it started to rain, prompting us to move inside very fast. Then...anticlimax. I got registered, got my box of bedclothes, hangers, and snacks that Dad and me sent earlier this week, and managed to get all this stuff transferred over to my dorm (with help of a car, the people here are very nice). Oh, did I mention that I found out that my placement audition was today at 4:30? After panicking slightly about the closeness of it, and also not having prepared a solo, I unpacked a bit (organization helps my nerves), and practiced the Bruch concerto that I've worked on since last summer. The audition went so-so (piece by piece recap: Bruch: as good as could be hoped, the two excerpts I sight-read: very bad, and pretty good). I'm so glad to have that over with. A good thing about this place: orchestra seating assignments will change weekly, so everyone can experience sitting in the front, back, etc.
Feeling the sharp pangs of hunger, I went to dinner. Oddly, I was joined by a French Horn player named......Robin (gotcha!). She lives down the hall from me, and didn't know where anything was. I was in slightly better shape, as the cafeteria and the audition room were in the same building. We explored the cafeteria (it's big, and yummy), and sat down together, only to be joined by a friend of hers. On a side note, the room arrangements are done by age, here. The 16-17 year-olds in one dorm, with 18-20's on the third floor and 21-22's on the first floor of a different dorm. Thus, because these friends were of the same age as her, they also lived down the hall from me. I really enjoyed conversing with the trio. There is talk of forming an "old people" clique.
After that, one of the trio and I went to Convocation. The speeches weren't horrible, and the music was quite nice. Now, I am going to read, and wonder if I should practice (answer: probably not, did it already, no audition = no incentive).
Au revoir, my peeps.
Greeny