The Eagle Has Landed…In Boston!!!
(Cue Blur “Tender” and The Dismemberment Plan “Life of Possibilities”…this is a LONG post)
As you can tell, this is my first entry from BU, in Warren Tower C. I don’t know why, but I’m starting to regret coming here. What was I thinking? A new kid in a giant dormitory, with no friends. That’s me. I hate it, because in my mind I’m so used to having people around and having fun. I’m becoming more miserable by the minute, and there’s no one here to listen. This is the worst thing ever…
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! JAY KAY! JAY KAY!
Seriously, my ‘new life’ rocks the fucking Parliament. Tons of new people, places to go, things to do. Like I announced, this is a LONG post. But it’s informative, kind of. It’s made up of short summaries of my days here, and what I’m learning about college, and adapting to life without sandwich spread. Read on my friends, it’s all for you…
1/12/05...
I have so much to say about my first day out of the coup, but it’s technically not Boston stuff (mostly airport stuff). I met a Ph.D. on the way to Detroit, and we talked about all sorts of religious and political topics. My first layover flight was delayed, giving me time to help an elderly Hispanic lady find her way around the terminal, speaking only Spanish. The coolest part is that I didn’t even think I could speak Spanish. SCORE!!!
I argued against German Idealism on the way to Washington DC. I won. I lost my baggage in Rochester, NY even though I had no flight out of there, and consequently have no clothes or living accessories. I was then shuttled to my hotel by the Turkish Mob. They had three duffle bags full of something they referred to as “di shieet!” We dropped two off at a bakery, and one in a phone booth. Also, I met a beautiful woman, with a beautiful Bostonian accent, at my hotel. She works here. SCORE!!!
But alas, I’m here on business. The business of kicking ass and chewing bubble gum. It’s one thing to see the photographs, and hear the stories. But it’s infinitely better to take your own pictures, and live your own stories.
1/13/05...
Warren Towers is kind of cool. Actually, really cool. Yes, the rooms are small, and the bathroom/shower situation is fucked…but it’s about the people here, not the unsanitary living environment. I have yet to meet my roommate, but judging from the amenities already inside this room, we’ll get along just fine. My floor is a little deserted, but there’s a couple people here.
I found out that dirty little secret Harvard has been hiding for all these years. And I’m completely disgusted with Boston College. I’m being conditioned to hate every school within 10 miles of here, and boy does it feel GREAT!
So far, Orientation is going pretty good. I took the writing assessment, and it was pretty easy. Although I’m not the best impromptu writer, I think I did good. But…I’m hoping I get WR100 since it’ll fit the schedule I have in mind. I register tomorrow for classes, then destroy brain cells until Tuesday when classes begin. I have no idea how I’m going to do in those classes, but I don’t anticipate too much struggle on my part. All signs point to me being a really good fit here. Well, now that I think about it, it’s a little late NOT to be a good fit LOL!
Oh god. I just typed out “LOL”. That means it’s time to hang out with ‘real’ people.
1/14/05
I think what I’ve realized most is that I’m not going to be homesick at all. If anything, I’ve been away sick.
I registered for all the classes I wanted to take, with the best available professors (according to a little website I’m sure you all know about). My schedule is FUCKING AWESOME! I’m also going to set up a face book account, because everyone in the world has one (even some grandparents out there too!). I’ve met lots of awesome people already, and slowly my floor is being populated. I really don’t understand how anyone can dislike being here at BU. And yea, I know HELL (classes) hasn’t even started yet, but I’m a rare breed of masochist that enjoys being tortured by academic related tasks.
Carly, you were totally correct about the different mindsets when it comes to college, and the reasons people make the choices to attend certain institutions. I’ve met some like minded people here, and some not so like minded people, but their stories are of equal value to me, and I can only hope mine is half as compelling. I’ll get you my mailing address ASAP. The Ph.D. I mentioned earlier is also sending me a book, so to anyone else out there who has $10 laying around that wants to get me a birthday present (1/23), contributions of books are welcomed. =)
PS: I got my baggage this afternoon (after two days without it!), and I’m really excited to finally have all my music with me. And clothes. Yea, definitely the clothes.
1/15/04…
I had another epiphany today as the sun beamed through my window, blinding me in bed. When this semester is over, and I go back home, I’m going to be seeing things through a different pair of lenses. Everything will be the same, yet like nothing ever before. I’ll have a different perspective on what I accomplished at home, and what I’m working towards accomplishing here. I thought I was a decent connoisseur of places, people, and foods…but these last three days have opened me up to my own ignorance. That’s not to say San Antonio was a crater sheltering me from worldly knowledge. My experiences there prepared me well for enjoying my time here. I don’t know the future here because there is no past, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the present.
I’ve already met some clusters of new friends, and it’s so awesome to have such a variety of people to chill with. I saw Erasmo tonight too, he was looking for something to eat at the dining hall. I just happened to pause and talk with some friends, and he was just wondering around there haha. I’m glad he’s here, to keep me grounded -- to ensure that I remember where I came from. It’s easy to lose yourself here, and it’s always nice to have a compass.
And fuck yea, this was worth 6 months of waiting. Every second I spent partying with friends, writing to the soundtrack of my aquarium, and reading alone in the backyard. I gave up a scholarship & a semester of schooling back home, and took a chance of my financial aid package. All that frustration was worth the opportunity to un-educate myself in Boston.
Today…
I decided to clobber your friends page with useless, more cliché LJ posts. Sorry I haven’t had a chance to comment on anyone’s journal, but I’ll read as far back as I possibly can. Life is busy here in Boston, unlike San Antonio around 3am. I’ll be back talking shit as soon as I find time to get pissed off, have a conversation about it, then write my thoughts for your viewing pleasure. Peace.
PS: SEND BIG RED IMMEDIATELY!!!
PPS: AND BEAN & CHEESE TACOS FROM LAS PALAPAS!!!