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This is really getting good. After a few days of the highly individual social system that is Orientation Week of college, I'm settling in. Found a few people with whom I feel I can have a real relationship, and quite a lot of others who are good to joke around with, party with, make lewd comments with. Almost all boys, can you tell?
Today there was an absolutely beautiful thunderstorm. I've already told multiple people about it, but hopefully the explanation is only getting polished, not tired, in the retelling. I was walking across campus when the wind started blowing. Leaves flying at me from the left, where an absolutely ominous sky was looming. To the right, the sky was a bright white, but the clouds were moving so quickly that it was being devoured. The rain fell lightly and then harder and then petered off for a few minutes. As I was walking to the bookstore with a few friends, the heavens parted and simply poured out their load. We got absolutely soaked to the skin- at first I wanted to keep walking, but running was irresistable (both because of the amazing adrenalin rush that came with the streams of water, and the fact that we were getting pretty wet pretty quickly). Then into Tarble (the student center) where the bookstore is, and where there is incidentally heavy air conditioning. It would have been wonderful a few hours before, but definitely not after being soaked to the skin.
I got all my books, and I am incredibly excited. I got into the classes I wanted to take: Intro English- Cultural Practices and Social Texts; Intro Philosopy- Truth and Desire; Semantics; French 1. And my bookshelf is now a cultural mecca. Nietzsche and Plato and "Manifestos of Surrealism" and for some odd reason, a book about black identity. That's what it said on the list, that's what I got.
I can't wait until classes start.
PS. Everyone hear listens to really good music. I usually listen to whatever else is being played, by my roommate or across the hall. The other night my across the hall buddy, James, and a sophomore who just moved in jammed on guitar and tenor guitar & harmonica (respectively) for 20 minutes. It was gorgeous.
Today there was an absolutely beautiful thunderstorm. I've already told multiple people about it, but hopefully the explanation is only getting polished, not tired, in the retelling. I was walking across campus when the wind started blowing. Leaves flying at me from the left, where an absolutely ominous sky was looming. To the right, the sky was a bright white, but the clouds were moving so quickly that it was being devoured. The rain fell lightly and then harder and then petered off for a few minutes. As I was walking to the bookstore with a few friends, the heavens parted and simply poured out their load. We got absolutely soaked to the skin- at first I wanted to keep walking, but running was irresistable (both because of the amazing adrenalin rush that came with the streams of water, and the fact that we were getting pretty wet pretty quickly). Then into Tarble (the student center) where the bookstore is, and where there is incidentally heavy air conditioning. It would have been wonderful a few hours before, but definitely not after being soaked to the skin.
I got all my books, and I am incredibly excited. I got into the classes I wanted to take: Intro English- Cultural Practices and Social Texts; Intro Philosopy- Truth and Desire; Semantics; French 1. And my bookshelf is now a cultural mecca. Nietzsche and Plato and "Manifestos of Surrealism" and for some odd reason, a book about black identity. That's what it said on the list, that's what I got.
I can't wait until classes start.
PS. Everyone hear listens to really good music. I usually listen to whatever else is being played, by my roommate or across the hall. The other night my across the hall buddy, James, and a sophomore who just moved in jammed on guitar and tenor guitar & harmonica (respectively) for 20 minutes. It was gorgeous.