Macalester...
So, college seems fun. It really hasn't sunk in yet that I'm going to be living here, away from my family, friends, and dog, interacting with all of these kids and the community, meeting all these lofty expectations described in the zillions of speaches we heard today. It's pretty daunting. But the people seem really great so far. There are some really nice girls and guys in my orientation group, though several of the tall, very good-looking ones seem too outgoing and considerate to be straight. They're still awesome, though. I just worry about what will happen once everyone settles down and stops being polite. My roommate does seem really nice. We had a bunch of random coincidences- we brought identicle Homer Simpson bedroom slippers, each brought a copy of "Concert for George"... It's pretty crazy. We seem to be pretty compatible thus far.
Leaving home was really weird. My mom and I had a late afternoon flight, so I sat around most of the morning, packing and feeling wistful. I had a hard time getting motivated about leaving since I had so much time to sit around and look at what I was leaving. If that makes sense. Then, my sister had to stir up all this stupid social drama and fight with my mom as we were in the car to the airport, so we didn't even have a nice goodbye. I kept tearing up whenever I thought about leaving her or my dad or Rafe. And now, thinking about saying goodbye to my mom tomorrow is tough. I keep distracting myself from it, trying to live in the moment and have fun, but I worry that putting off the sadness of leaving isn't healthy. I guess I'll find out later.
Well... I can't figure out what else to say, and in a bit I guess I'll pop over to Casino Night to meet people and stuff. Being in college is so surreal.
Leaving home was really weird. My mom and I had a late afternoon flight, so I sat around most of the morning, packing and feeling wistful. I had a hard time getting motivated about leaving since I had so much time to sit around and look at what I was leaving. If that makes sense. Then, my sister had to stir up all this stupid social drama and fight with my mom as we were in the car to the airport, so we didn't even have a nice goodbye. I kept tearing up whenever I thought about leaving her or my dad or Rafe. And now, thinking about saying goodbye to my mom tomorrow is tough. I keep distracting myself from it, trying to live in the moment and have fun, but I worry that putting off the sadness of leaving isn't healthy. I guess I'll find out later.
Well... I can't figure out what else to say, and in a bit I guess I'll pop over to Casino Night to meet people and stuff. Being in college is so surreal.