new life all around
on Tuesday I arrived at Wesleyan University, my kickass home for the next three years. orientation, as near as I could tell, was an attempt by the Maker to smite all the sinners with a flash flood. I believe that's considered ecoterrorism, mister Yahweh, and the joke is on you: ponchos were readily available. however, I have yet to acquire a functioning poncho for my camera, so I don't have any pictures from the past few days. soon, though, you will gaze upon the glory of my single frickin' dorm.
aside from half of the incoming class falling into a pit and drowning b/c they are so damn quirky that they never learned how to swim, arrival day was a decent affair. I was buzzing pretty hard on 2.5 hours of sleep, so I had only a tenuous grip on reality, but I remember checking in and getting my affairs in order to be pretty darn seamless. also, the school kept me happy through periodic doses of A Sandwich. when I have underslept, it is very important that my stomach is full of things that are both lush and also green. there was a speech in the chapel starring President Mumbles and then it was pretty much time for my new life to begin.
if you know my mom, then you know how hard it was to say goodbye.
later on, I headed over to dinner with my hallmates, most of whom are also transfers. one of my RAs is a beaming, radiant man from Jamaica named Glaister. on the way to dinner, he stepped in a possum carcass that was covered in maggots. poor Glaister! this could not have been karma.
in addition, I live next door to my building's other RA-- under most circumstances, this would be scary. however, he seems like a very cool and mellow individual that is here to hang tuff and help out. no one is power tripping balls on some bad ego acid here in Hewitt #9. the people in this dorm, it seems, are pretty damn good.
after a short and delectably incomprehensible speech by Marbles Where There Ought to Be Mouth, I enjoyed my first Wesleyan dinner of vegetarian chili. I do not believe it was bad. afterwards, there was a hall meeting of sorts, but I don't remember what exactly went down. two and a half hours of sleep, folks. it is like a bizarro anti-ambien.
unfortunately, my first evening was not exactly jam-packed with delta waves. I had a placement test for German the very next morning, which would prove to be QUITE OF THE TREAT. I will detail that and the hijinks to follow soon enough; right now, I have to run downstairs and get dressed up like a woman
aside from half of the incoming class falling into a pit and drowning b/c they are so damn quirky that they never learned how to swim, arrival day was a decent affair. I was buzzing pretty hard on 2.5 hours of sleep, so I had only a tenuous grip on reality, but I remember checking in and getting my affairs in order to be pretty darn seamless. also, the school kept me happy through periodic doses of A Sandwich. when I have underslept, it is very important that my stomach is full of things that are both lush and also green. there was a speech in the chapel starring President Mumbles and then it was pretty much time for my new life to begin.
if you know my mom, then you know how hard it was to say goodbye.
later on, I headed over to dinner with my hallmates, most of whom are also transfers. one of my RAs is a beaming, radiant man from Jamaica named Glaister. on the way to dinner, he stepped in a possum carcass that was covered in maggots. poor Glaister! this could not have been karma.
in addition, I live next door to my building's other RA-- under most circumstances, this would be scary. however, he seems like a very cool and mellow individual that is here to hang tuff and help out. no one is power tripping balls on some bad ego acid here in Hewitt #9. the people in this dorm, it seems, are pretty damn good.
after a short and delectably incomprehensible speech by Marbles Where There Ought to Be Mouth, I enjoyed my first Wesleyan dinner of vegetarian chili. I do not believe it was bad. afterwards, there was a hall meeting of sorts, but I don't remember what exactly went down. two and a half hours of sleep, folks. it is like a bizarro anti-ambien.
unfortunately, my first evening was not exactly jam-packed with delta waves. I had a placement test for German the very next morning, which would prove to be QUITE OF THE TREAT. I will detail that and the hijinks to follow soon enough; right now, I have to run downstairs and get dressed up like a woman