Back to School
Today marks the first of my adventures at UNF. I'm finally a Junior (or at least, I will be when sufficient paperwork is processed through FCCJ). After 3 and a half years. Ma' should be proud.
I'm actually pretty excited. It all still seems so temporal though, almost surreal, like it's gonna go away. But hopes are high that I'm in for sure. I guess I felt the same way when I started FCCJ a while back. Or when I started BCF before that.
In weirder news, the Russian-Concussion himself, Boris Galustov, walked in out of nowhere during my Symbolic Logic class. That guy is whack. But in all the coolest ways. I didn't recognize him at first cause of the facial hair and the extra 50 pounds or so. But he recognized me during the role call and caught up with me after class.
He hasn't really changed a bit, personality wise. He started saying something like "When did you get your E-moe glasses? Do you listen to E-moe music now?"
To which I replied, "Not really."
Other familiar faces were found. Girlfriend cheered me on through the day.
I'm actually pretty excited. It all still seems so temporal though, almost surreal, like it's gonna go away. But hopes are high that I'm in for sure. I guess I felt the same way when I started FCCJ a while back. Or when I started BCF before that.
In weirder news, the Russian-Concussion himself, Boris Galustov, walked in out of nowhere during my Symbolic Logic class. That guy is whack. But in all the coolest ways. I didn't recognize him at first cause of the facial hair and the extra 50 pounds or so. But he recognized me during the role call and caught up with me after class.
He hasn't really changed a bit, personality wise. He started saying something like "When did you get your E-moe glasses? Do you listen to E-moe music now?"
To which I replied, "Not really."
Other familiar faces were found. Girlfriend cheered me on through the day.