I never ACTUALLY kicked ducks . . . .
Fencers are interesting people. Usually strange, but always interesting. We, meaning the Tufts team, the other freshman, and me, have a track and biometrics practice this Monday for two hours. I don't know what the hell "biometrics" is, but it sounds painful. Apparently they take their fencing seriously up here, which I'm ready for. The last year I fenced, I did it half-ass or not at all, and I want that to change. So yeah, they seem pretty cool.
Now I'm headed to the salsa club meeting, which I'm also psyched about. There's no club strictly for swing at Tufts, and ballroom sounds too intense. Someone I met last week said he spent about 5 nights a week practicing, so that's out. Besides, salsa looks so . . . . sexy.
Finally, I'm covered up in work. Already, two weeks into the semester. And it's not the kind of work that I can bullshit or glance over, it's serious, "I have to focus" kind of work. Sheesh. Who would've thought that college involved reading?