Weekend parties over, dont stop lets get closer
So I am making friends. I've already fallen into a group of friends (boys, would you imagine). One of them is a gay baker that I ADORE named William, the other one who I think is gay (?) went to high school with him and is pretty much the most annoyingly successful person I've ever met. Then there's two straight guys who are strongly witty. I want to keep exploring with friends but I don't want them to feel abandoned or anything. There was another group of people I met, some kids from Boston. One of them I fell for...and he's a ladies man...I wish he wasn't and/or I wish I hadn't but I did. Too damn frustrating. Good looking good dancing guy from good Boston. I'll try and shove that mini crush out of the way.
Orientation was good, definitely glad I went. I skinned my knee during the freshman olympics. Two days ago I played soccer with about 9 other guys. I barged into Jack's room and told him I needed his help to get into a soccer scrimmage (I saw them playing earlier) and he was game, so we left our floor and asked to play. They said okay and then decided shirts against skins. Um. Yeah. All athletic boys. And I was put on the skins team...but I told them I would'nt take off my shirt. Annoyingly attractive Boston boy was playing and after the game I found out he lives on the floor above me. He also teasingly asked me to join him in his shower. I hate flirty good looking guys. Right but the point of this story is that I am so freaking sore for playing soccer with them. The next night was a large party in the union (a 4 story center thats pretty much a large rec/study room) and we went on a moon bounce (which I fell out of on the first try in, of course...like at the senior party actually) and I now have bruises ontop of bruises and a sorness that reaches to my bones.
But I love Davidson. My first class is in a half an hour minutes and I woke up to a breakfast on my doorstep with a note from my father. I almost cried but I'm fine now. I don't feel sad but if I look at it long enough I have the urge to fight back tears. The note said "Knock 'em dead kid! (as usual)" I'll try. People here are so ridiculously successful and smart, I got really bitter about it yesterday at the Lake Campus. Oh WELL. I'm pushing through it and moving on.
Orientation was good, definitely glad I went. I skinned my knee during the freshman olympics. Two days ago I played soccer with about 9 other guys. I barged into Jack's room and told him I needed his help to get into a soccer scrimmage (I saw them playing earlier) and he was game, so we left our floor and asked to play. They said okay and then decided shirts against skins. Um. Yeah. All athletic boys. And I was put on the skins team...but I told them I would'nt take off my shirt. Annoyingly attractive Boston boy was playing and after the game I found out he lives on the floor above me. He also teasingly asked me to join him in his shower. I hate flirty good looking guys. Right but the point of this story is that I am so freaking sore for playing soccer with them. The next night was a large party in the union (a 4 story center thats pretty much a large rec/study room) and we went on a moon bounce (which I fell out of on the first try in, of course...like at the senior party actually) and I now have bruises ontop of bruises and a sorness that reaches to my bones.
But I love Davidson. My first class is in a half an hour minutes and I woke up to a breakfast on my doorstep with a note from my father. I almost cried but I'm fine now. I don't feel sad but if I look at it long enough I have the urge to fight back tears. The note said "Knock 'em dead kid! (as usual)" I'll try. People here are so ridiculously successful and smart, I got really bitter about it yesterday at the Lake Campus. Oh WELL. I'm pushing through it and moving on.