It's ok, Shredder is gone
It's really goddamn hard to write this first obligatory college entry. I guess it's because I find college difficult to adjust to. I've never dealt well with change, and this is the biggest change I've ever gone through. But I'll get to that later.
The last few days in Randolph kept bringing me back to the first few days I spent there. My relatives came over as something of a going away party. Mama Tigs brought pizza and it was nice to see my mom's parents before I leave. They're moving to an assisted living home, so they were already sad about leaving their home of near fifty years. The whole party reminded me of that first day I met Lindsay and Sarah on my back porch and the awkward conversation that occurred. It was one of those moments in which you remember something so vividly that you're almost knocked out by it. I don't what I would've done without those two for the first couple months in Randolph. Few things compare with that kind of loneliness.
I spent as much time with my friends as humanly possible, but there's never enough hours in the day. I regret not being able to go to Ocean City with Dave, or not going to dinner with this group or not ever visiting this person, and it's only now when I can't do any of these things that I wish I did. I wish I hadn't slept in that day or decided I had to go shopping another day. Now, especially in the morning when I have very little to do, I feel helpless about such things. It almost makes me regret going so far away.
I am glad I got play MKII before leaving. That is truly a delight.
My last day was spent packing and then going to Heinstein's one last time with Dave. Then I slapped together a meeting at Randolph Diner with a lot of people and I'm so happy that so many people came. I received a 23 lb roll of cheese from bruce, which we will save for Cheesegiving. Few things are harder than driving out of that parking lot.
The drive to Ohio wasn't too awful. It's long as hell, but if I have some good CDs with me I can manage it. My parents and I stayed in Mt. Vernon on the 25th and saw Collateral, which sucked. When I said few things were harder than driving out of that parking lot, one of those few things was talking to my parents the next day when we moved everything into my room. We all cried a lot, and I don't feel sad to admit it. The whole emotional response to leaving the parents has been kinda taboo among the students here, but I was really upset. I love them so much, and it makes being here so much harder. My dad wrote me an email yesterday that made me want to start bawling. I have to try not to call them everyday, otherwise I'll always be sad.
The room is large, but it doesn't have air conditioning. It's really miserable some nights, because I'm drenched in sweat just sitting at my laptop. Luckily there's some cool kids on my floor, so it isn't too terrible. My roommate has been really fine, but I haven't spent a lot of time with him. We went to a frat party the first night and I see him around everywhere, but we hardly coordinate where we're going to meet.
I picked out my classes yesterday and I'll know which ones I'm actually in tonight. Space in most classes is limited for freshmen. There's absolutely no way I can even get into a photography class, and the school recently dropped its education program, which sucks tremendously. I also went to the ubercool poster sale and got some very sweet ones for the room. Dave doesn't believe in posters so the room looks lobsided.
I did meet a girl last night named Ricki who lives on my floor. We went to one of the keggers last night, got smashed and watched Sleeper in my room. Not too bad a way to spend an evening.
The thing is, I look at everything I've done so far, and the people I've gotten to know and feel like I should be so happy. But one of my curses is that I simply can't adjust to change quickly or easily. I need a structure, and I don't even have classes to attend yet. I know I'll be fine in a few weeks, but getting up every morning is almost a chore.
I wish everyone luck moving in and I miss all of you. Randolph kids are fucking hardcore.
The last few days in Randolph kept bringing me back to the first few days I spent there. My relatives came over as something of a going away party. Mama Tigs brought pizza and it was nice to see my mom's parents before I leave. They're moving to an assisted living home, so they were already sad about leaving their home of near fifty years. The whole party reminded me of that first day I met Lindsay and Sarah on my back porch and the awkward conversation that occurred. It was one of those moments in which you remember something so vividly that you're almost knocked out by it. I don't what I would've done without those two for the first couple months in Randolph. Few things compare with that kind of loneliness.
I spent as much time with my friends as humanly possible, but there's never enough hours in the day. I regret not being able to go to Ocean City with Dave, or not going to dinner with this group or not ever visiting this person, and it's only now when I can't do any of these things that I wish I did. I wish I hadn't slept in that day or decided I had to go shopping another day. Now, especially in the morning when I have very little to do, I feel helpless about such things. It almost makes me regret going so far away.
I am glad I got play MKII before leaving. That is truly a delight.
My last day was spent packing and then going to Heinstein's one last time with Dave. Then I slapped together a meeting at Randolph Diner with a lot of people and I'm so happy that so many people came. I received a 23 lb roll of cheese from bruce, which we will save for Cheesegiving. Few things are harder than driving out of that parking lot.
The drive to Ohio wasn't too awful. It's long as hell, but if I have some good CDs with me I can manage it. My parents and I stayed in Mt. Vernon on the 25th and saw Collateral, which sucked. When I said few things were harder than driving out of that parking lot, one of those few things was talking to my parents the next day when we moved everything into my room. We all cried a lot, and I don't feel sad to admit it. The whole emotional response to leaving the parents has been kinda taboo among the students here, but I was really upset. I love them so much, and it makes being here so much harder. My dad wrote me an email yesterday that made me want to start bawling. I have to try not to call them everyday, otherwise I'll always be sad.
The room is large, but it doesn't have air conditioning. It's really miserable some nights, because I'm drenched in sweat just sitting at my laptop. Luckily there's some cool kids on my floor, so it isn't too terrible. My roommate has been really fine, but I haven't spent a lot of time with him. We went to a frat party the first night and I see him around everywhere, but we hardly coordinate where we're going to meet.
I picked out my classes yesterday and I'll know which ones I'm actually in tonight. Space in most classes is limited for freshmen. There's absolutely no way I can even get into a photography class, and the school recently dropped its education program, which sucks tremendously. I also went to the ubercool poster sale and got some very sweet ones for the room. Dave doesn't believe in posters so the room looks lobsided.
I did meet a girl last night named Ricki who lives on my floor. We went to one of the keggers last night, got smashed and watched Sleeper in my room. Not too bad a way to spend an evening.
The thing is, I look at everything I've done so far, and the people I've gotten to know and feel like I should be so happy. But one of my curses is that I simply can't adjust to change quickly or easily. I need a structure, and I don't even have classes to attend yet. I know I'll be fine in a few weeks, but getting up every morning is almost a chore.
I wish everyone luck moving in and I miss all of you. Randolph kids are fucking hardcore.