10:43 in the morning and I'm already stressed.
Argh. I just had a meeting with my potential calculus professor and yuck. I have never felt so stupid in my entire life. It felt rather like talking to my grandpa lewis, and for any of my friends that know him, it is a difficult thing. It's rather like the affliction that good ol' Mr. Chan suffers from: being too terribly intelligent to teach anyone below your plane of ultimate knowledge. So, I go to this meeting, one minute late and oblivious to the fact (at least until I opened the door and saw his face) that this was the same man that had just passed me outside of Sheffield and witnessed my call home to mother. Thus, being one minute late, I had no excuse I could come up with since he already knew. He didn't even let me introduce myself, but told me to sit and proceeded to head off into tangents into worlds I've no previous knowledge of and all I could do was nod and say yes and pretend like I knew what he was talking about while we both knew, in a situation that was both painful and awkward, that I did not. Shit. I thought I had a pretty good basic grip of things. I knew what he was talking about when he was relating finding instantaneous speed and areas under the curve with rectangles and how they're related. We learned integrals and that whole limit thingy in trig. with barsotti. But damn.
I really thought my brain worked that way but I guess not. I cannot wait for this day to be over. And I already pissed Maggie off cuz as I was leaving I couldn't lock the door and she was still sleeping so I am sitting there bleary-eyed trying to get the fucking key to work when she opens the door (even more bleary-eyed than myself) and says "I'll do it". Oops.
And there is shit all over my dorm room floor. We have more boxes coming in today. And I want to cry. Is it time to go home yet? I miss California... A lot... But there is a time and a place for it and everyone back there and I am just coming to realize that. Growing up sucks.
Oh yeah.. And one more thing. They have pizza in the city for 2.75 that is as big as one of my arms and wider than my head, and that is just a slice. Yum. And Columbia. It's beautiful. Tell me again how I didn't get in? But love is stronger than pride, I'm thinking about transferring. There are no words for how jealous I am of every single new freshmen there today... Dammit.
Love you all.
I really thought my brain worked that way but I guess not. I cannot wait for this day to be over. And I already pissed Maggie off cuz as I was leaving I couldn't lock the door and she was still sleeping so I am sitting there bleary-eyed trying to get the fucking key to work when she opens the door (even more bleary-eyed than myself) and says "I'll do it". Oops.
And there is shit all over my dorm room floor. We have more boxes coming in today. And I want to cry. Is it time to go home yet? I miss California... A lot... But there is a time and a place for it and everyone back there and I am just coming to realize that. Growing up sucks.
Oh yeah.. And one more thing. They have pizza in the city for 2.75 that is as big as one of my arms and wider than my head, and that is just a slice. Yum. And Columbia. It's beautiful. Tell me again how I didn't get in? But love is stronger than pride, I'm thinking about transferring. There are no words for how jealous I am of every single new freshmen there today... Dammit.
Love you all.