RIP Pluto, we hardly knew ye :o(
I flew into Boston this afternoon, and the entire airport experience was AWFUL. I won't go through all of the details (it'll just make me angry) but I misplaced (hopefully it'll turn up) my driver licensce in the process, and accidentally left one of the wonderful sets of sheets that my grandmother bought for me when I was forced to go through the high level security checkpoint for the second time, something I'm really sad about. I need to go to the mall next weekend and see if I can rebuy the exact same set, since Grandma will be coming at the end of the school year for graduation, and she has a far-reaching memory concerning such things.
Humorously, the first person that I ran into when I arrived on campus asked if I was a freshman. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, although, it's a nice change from people who have been assuming that I'm in my late 20s/30s since I was 14. It also gave me an excuse to chuckle cynically and say 'I'm a senior' with the world-weary air I've cultivated over the last three years. Yay for one more year of undergrad! My room, even though I had no hand in picking it out (being in England and what not) is really nice too.
Being on campus again is WEIRD. A lot of stuff has changed, and there are a ton of new people! Since I was away last year, and there's a new batch of freshman this year, that means that I automatically don't know half of the people here. I think I've seen maybe TWO people who I recognize thus far. This whole getting-older thing is really freaky, just thinking about graduating and having a real job makes me want to go lie down somewhere :o(
I want this year to be productive academically, and I also want to do some of the stuff I've been too timid to attempt as an underclasswoman. Like sing in an acapella group, and become a member of Ethos (my school's organization for black students.) It's weird--I can be incredibly outgoing and have done some pretty daring things over the last few years, but I have a really hard time initiating stuff like that myself. I also want to write some articles for Counterpoint - even if I never go to a meeting - and learn to play the guitar. Oh, and, of course, find myself a job!
Humorously, the first person that I ran into when I arrived on campus asked if I was a freshman. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, although, it's a nice change from people who have been assuming that I'm in my late 20s/30s since I was 14. It also gave me an excuse to chuckle cynically and say 'I'm a senior' with the world-weary air I've cultivated over the last three years. Yay for one more year of undergrad! My room, even though I had no hand in picking it out (being in England and what not) is really nice too.
Being on campus again is WEIRD. A lot of stuff has changed, and there are a ton of new people! Since I was away last year, and there's a new batch of freshman this year, that means that I automatically don't know half of the people here. I think I've seen maybe TWO people who I recognize thus far. This whole getting-older thing is really freaky, just thinking about graduating and having a real job makes me want to go lie down somewhere :o(
I want this year to be productive academically, and I also want to do some of the stuff I've been too timid to attempt as an underclasswoman. Like sing in an acapella group, and become a member of Ethos (my school's organization for black students.) It's weird--I can be incredibly outgoing and have done some pretty daring things over the last few years, but I have a really hard time initiating stuff like that myself. I also want to write some articles for Counterpoint - even if I never go to a meeting - and learn to play the guitar. Oh, and, of course, find myself a job!