I'm here!
I departed for AND succeeded in arriving at Harvard today. How's that for chutzpah?
The flight was scary but mercifully brief at 59 minutes. A tad overzealous upon landing, I scrambled several terminals too far when trying to find where to pick up my suitcase. When I finally arrived at the correct conveyor, my baggage was the very last to come out, which did much to wind up my nerves. I don't know what I would have done if my stuff had ended up in Siberia or somesuch. Anyway, I ignored mom's advice on taking a taxi to campus. (I wanted to save the $30 cab fare, even though mom gave me the money to pay for it!) It took me a bit to figure out which bus would take me to the T (subway) station, but I managed to board the correct one after much wavering. Navigating the T with my bursting backpack and leaden suitcase was quite the baptism by fire, and it was made unnecessarily more arduous by the fact that a portion of the red line was closed for some reason. I had to resurface, catch a transfer bus, and ride for 15 minutes before being able to return to the musky depths of the Mass. Transit System and resume my journey at the next T stop in Cambridge.
After finally arriving at the Old Yard, sweaty and muscles a' quivering, I walked up to the check-in for Dorm Crew to find that I had none of the necessary paperwork. I gave my final confirmation via e-mail about a month before the deadline, yet I was still overlooked when the tax forms and such were sent out. They had the papers on hand, luckily, so I plopped down and completed them then and there. There is no centralized record system at Harvard, astonishingly enough, so each office, be it Dorm Crew, Harvard Student Agencies, or Office of the Dean of Freshman, has a separate agenda and student information. As luck would have it, few of the many departments have my correct mailing information. HSA keeps sending my stuff to the wrong POBox, and the Freshman Dean tries to have handbooks mailed to my street address, which has no delivery service. Consequently, I do not have in my possession a rather important handbook for my first year. I hope I can find a copy during orientation week.
I wish the work week would start. Exploring is fun and all, but I need labor to clear my mind, I suppose. I signed up for a 4 hour overtime shift tomorrow, because I love moneys and....I had nothing else to do. Dorm Crew has planned several activities for this week preceding orientation, one of which includes a "mixer" tonight. I view all such forced social interaction with trepidation, but I miss not having friends, so I suppose I need to get my ass out of my room and meet folks, no? I signed up to go bowling Monday night...perhaps folks will find my total lack of skill endearing.
I'm not sure if I am supposed to be in this computer lab, but....I needed me some internet. The lighting in here is nice; makes me look nicely tanned. I don't know what sort of connection they have here, but the little Internet Explorer icon in the upper right corner of the window is whirlin' like whoa!
Cheers,
Jordan
The flight was scary but mercifully brief at 59 minutes. A tad overzealous upon landing, I scrambled several terminals too far when trying to find where to pick up my suitcase. When I finally arrived at the correct conveyor, my baggage was the very last to come out, which did much to wind up my nerves. I don't know what I would have done if my stuff had ended up in Siberia or somesuch. Anyway, I ignored mom's advice on taking a taxi to campus. (I wanted to save the $30 cab fare, even though mom gave me the money to pay for it!) It took me a bit to figure out which bus would take me to the T (subway) station, but I managed to board the correct one after much wavering. Navigating the T with my bursting backpack and leaden suitcase was quite the baptism by fire, and it was made unnecessarily more arduous by the fact that a portion of the red line was closed for some reason. I had to resurface, catch a transfer bus, and ride for 15 minutes before being able to return to the musky depths of the Mass. Transit System and resume my journey at the next T stop in Cambridge.
After finally arriving at the Old Yard, sweaty and muscles a' quivering, I walked up to the check-in for Dorm Crew to find that I had none of the necessary paperwork. I gave my final confirmation via e-mail about a month before the deadline, yet I was still overlooked when the tax forms and such were sent out. They had the papers on hand, luckily, so I plopped down and completed them then and there. There is no centralized record system at Harvard, astonishingly enough, so each office, be it Dorm Crew, Harvard Student Agencies, or Office of the Dean of Freshman, has a separate agenda and student information. As luck would have it, few of the many departments have my correct mailing information. HSA keeps sending my stuff to the wrong POBox, and the Freshman Dean tries to have handbooks mailed to my street address, which has no delivery service. Consequently, I do not have in my possession a rather important handbook for my first year. I hope I can find a copy during orientation week.
I wish the work week would start. Exploring is fun and all, but I need labor to clear my mind, I suppose. I signed up for a 4 hour overtime shift tomorrow, because I love moneys and....I had nothing else to do. Dorm Crew has planned several activities for this week preceding orientation, one of which includes a "mixer" tonight. I view all such forced social interaction with trepidation, but I miss not having friends, so I suppose I need to get my ass out of my room and meet folks, no? I signed up to go bowling Monday night...perhaps folks will find my total lack of skill endearing.
I'm not sure if I am supposed to be in this computer lab, but....I needed me some internet. The lighting in here is nice; makes me look nicely tanned. I don't know what sort of connection they have here, but the little Internet Explorer icon in the upper right corner of the window is whirlin' like whoa!
Cheers,
Jordan