The first 4 days of college
Saturday, my first day, the guys on the 3rd floor and the girls on the 2nd in Chapin all got together just to get to know each other. When we were introducing ourselves, we had to say our name, where we were from, and our least favorite chore. Only when we talked about the chore, we said, "my least favorite thing about sex is..." and then described it. So... my least favorite chore is cleaning the kitchen floor. So I said, and I quote: "this is going to sound really bad, but my least favorite thing about sex is being on your knees and getting all sticky." So... I have earned a reputation and nickname already. That was fast. People who don't even know me go, "oh, so you're the girl who said..." Yeah. It's pretty sweet.
Sunday we had class pretty much all day. Then that night, I went upstairs and just hung out with a bunch of the guys. They're very nice, and they're very giving of alcohol, so it's a good time. I think they're much more interesting than the girls on my floor (although my roommate is excluded from that, I like her a lot. She's very sweet. I don't dislike anyone yet, I'm just not that impressed.)
Then yesterday, class again, and then I had the afternoon free so I just touched base at home. I guess my dad was crying the other night because it had hit him that I was gone... I think he's taking it pretty hard. I'm so glad that we have a good relationship now, but it's hard on him. It's hard on all of them, I guess. It's just the three of them now... but I have confidence that they're gonna be fine. They'll learn to cope without me. And maybe get some peace and quiet now.
Today I had class this morning, then this really cool speaker came to talk to us about diversity. Her speech was just the right mix of funny and serious. She talked about eating disorders, suicide, homosexuality, and just promoting acceptance (not tolerance: I don't believe in tolerance. You accept people, you don't just tolerate them.) She had everyone stand up who knew someone who had an eating disorder, everyone who knew someone who committed suicide, etc. It was very sad to see almost everyone standing up. Humbling, almost. So much pain... I just want everyone to feel as amazing as I do right now.
My seminar is great. I'm in the "Art" group (least pretentious title ever). We've just been discussing art, looking at it, and reading this awful book. The teacher is so excited about the subject: he smiles so much that sometimes I can't understand what he's saying, he's grinning and laughing so much. I adore him. He's so passionate about art, and he's so knowledgeable about it, it just makes the class so much better. And Thursday we get to go to Chicago to the art museum all day! I'm freaking excited as hell.
Now I will go do my homework... I get to figure out my classes (!!!!!!!) and do an art project for the seminar.. I'm illustrating the quote "because copulation is necessary to the creation of life, ritual necrophilia is the only means to create the afterlife." Very disturbing, but very interesting. We'll see how it turns out!
(Sorry that was so long, but I finally had the time to update. Been CRAZY busy!)