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I love Micah House, which is a community service group I'm in. Forty of us go in groups to different service sites, live on the same floor, have to theology and philosophy together, and have community night together. It's nice to have so many people I already know. Still not BFF with anyone yet, but I'm not isolating myself at least. I'm hoping that I'll meet someone outside of Micah who understands me a bit more, but I'm alright for now, if a bit lonely. I'm right back to being the quiet girl that’s often quite pitiful. I hate that feeling. And usually I actually get excited and really open up, it just gets awkward. Thankfully, there is one other girl one my floor who I can kinda connect with, so we hang out sometimes, but it's not the same as with my other friends. Hopefully that's just because of the short time.
So, classes. I love philosophy, the theology professor is such a stereotypical professor who gives way too much homework, English and French are boring, social work is kinda fun and takes Micah service hours, so I don't have to worry about fitting in an additional thirty hours of community service.
Other than that, I like my roommate, I miss my dogs and my friends, they have no anime club here, and I'm really not sure about this facebook thing. Also, Micahs take too many pictures, Micah house isn't as diverse as I hoped it would be, and too many guys act so juvenile.
Sorry, I didn't mean for this to be all emo, I guess I've just been holding it in. I blame Rent. Wonderful movie, but a bit depressing. Anyway, I promise next time it'll be cheerful. As much as I'm complaining, I'm really not absolutely miserable.
So, classes. I love philosophy, the theology professor is such a stereotypical professor who gives way too much homework, English and French are boring, social work is kinda fun and takes Micah service hours, so I don't have to worry about fitting in an additional thirty hours of community service.
Other than that, I like my roommate, I miss my dogs and my friends, they have no anime club here, and I'm really not sure about this facebook thing. Also, Micahs take too many pictures, Micah house isn't as diverse as I hoped it would be, and too many guys act so juvenile.
Sorry, I didn't mean for this to be all emo, I guess I've just been holding it in. I blame Rent. Wonderful movie, but a bit depressing. Anyway, I promise next time it'll be cheerful. As much as I'm complaining, I'm really not absolutely miserable.