It is possible and it happened, on my shoes
So I started classes last Monday and have since found something of a rhythm by which to live. I have four classes, two everyday which is very manageable, intro to philosophy, intro to religious studies, intro to cultural anthropology, and an english class called Other Worlds. None of my professors have that tenured professor Asshole air about them that you fear they achieve like some sort of armor upgrade. They're all polite, helpful, and cooperative. My english professor is especially cool because he bookends his seminars with a cigarette break. You can see how anxiously he wants class to end towards to last 10 minutes because he starts talking louder and faster. He's funny as hell and definitely the professor I look forward to seeing most.
The workload has been primarily reading. I'm not taking any quantitative courses or foreign languages this semester, so I don't have worksheets to fill out or grammar to memorize. I usually just head right to the library after class and finish the assignments. I should be getting a ton of papers to write within the next few weeks so I'll be singing a different tune. Hopefully something by Bob Seeger. Seeger rocks.
I've done some exploring and I've come to the conclusion that my floor is one of the coolest of the freshmen dorms. The people are social (if not intrusive) and I always see the Lewis kids at every party getting their drink on. I usually go out with my floor or some kids from a building across the street called Mather. They're some of the funniest people I've ever met.
Speaking of partying, the big night for such stuff is Wednesday. How fucked up is that? I have classes the next morning so I don't participate, but it's still annoying to be woken up at 3 in the morning by drunk people. Regardless, the weekends are still fair game and there's always at least four or five big parties going on. The hosts are always really polite, even to freshmen, so beer is free and there's plenty of it. I'm going to curb my partying simply because I know I'm here for a reason and it's not to see how smashed I can get (I already know the answer to that: very). If there's any principle I'm living by for the next four years, it's that school work will always take precedent. Except when I'm updating my LJ; then it can fucking wait.
I drove into town for the first time on Saturday. I had 6 people in the car, and we hightailed it to Wal-Mart. I didn't buy anything, but it was nice to drive again. I hope my friends are up to a lot of road trips. As soon as Jimmy gets to OSU, I'm going to try and arrange something.
It was weird to see prospects on tours of the college. I was even asked to show my room to one, but it was a little messy from the night before. I guess I'm just nostalgic for that time in my life. I hated applying everywhere, but I really loved the road trips I had with my parents. For them it was like an initiation into saying good bye, but they were always so happy to see where I could be for the next 4 years. I think of all the things running through those prospectives' minds, and how much has changed for me since then. It scary to think I can't really go back. When I get out of here, I'm on my own completely. The college visits were like the last time I could pretend maturity without actually having to be. I almost wanted to join the tour myself, and be with my parents and talk to them about the campus and the classes I sat in on and then drive to some restaurant and eat and discuss their reactions to the professors and then go home to Randolph where I'd sleep in my bed and then see them again in the morning. I miss them more than anything.
That night the film society played Elephant, which was paralyzing. I'm not often disturbed by movies anymore, but I needed some time to just sit in my dorm room alone after that. My conclusion: it's oh so good to be away from high school (not Randolph, mind you, just high school).
So last night I cued up Wet Hot American Summer for the first time in college. Watching it with a new audience of people is always fun, but no one stacks up to the Randolph kids. I'm gonna go fondle my sweaters.
The workload has been primarily reading. I'm not taking any quantitative courses or foreign languages this semester, so I don't have worksheets to fill out or grammar to memorize. I usually just head right to the library after class and finish the assignments. I should be getting a ton of papers to write within the next few weeks so I'll be singing a different tune. Hopefully something by Bob Seeger. Seeger rocks.
I've done some exploring and I've come to the conclusion that my floor is one of the coolest of the freshmen dorms. The people are social (if not intrusive) and I always see the Lewis kids at every party getting their drink on. I usually go out with my floor or some kids from a building across the street called Mather. They're some of the funniest people I've ever met.
Speaking of partying, the big night for such stuff is Wednesday. How fucked up is that? I have classes the next morning so I don't participate, but it's still annoying to be woken up at 3 in the morning by drunk people. Regardless, the weekends are still fair game and there's always at least four or five big parties going on. The hosts are always really polite, even to freshmen, so beer is free and there's plenty of it. I'm going to curb my partying simply because I know I'm here for a reason and it's not to see how smashed I can get (I already know the answer to that: very). If there's any principle I'm living by for the next four years, it's that school work will always take precedent. Except when I'm updating my LJ; then it can fucking wait.
I drove into town for the first time on Saturday. I had 6 people in the car, and we hightailed it to Wal-Mart. I didn't buy anything, but it was nice to drive again. I hope my friends are up to a lot of road trips. As soon as Jimmy gets to OSU, I'm going to try and arrange something.
It was weird to see prospects on tours of the college. I was even asked to show my room to one, but it was a little messy from the night before. I guess I'm just nostalgic for that time in my life. I hated applying everywhere, but I really loved the road trips I had with my parents. For them it was like an initiation into saying good bye, but they were always so happy to see where I could be for the next 4 years. I think of all the things running through those prospectives' minds, and how much has changed for me since then. It scary to think I can't really go back. When I get out of here, I'm on my own completely. The college visits were like the last time I could pretend maturity without actually having to be. I almost wanted to join the tour myself, and be with my parents and talk to them about the campus and the classes I sat in on and then drive to some restaurant and eat and discuss their reactions to the professors and then go home to Randolph where I'd sleep in my bed and then see them again in the morning. I miss them more than anything.
That night the film society played Elephant, which was paralyzing. I'm not often disturbed by movies anymore, but I needed some time to just sit in my dorm room alone after that. My conclusion: it's oh so good to be away from high school (not Randolph, mind you, just high school).
So last night I cued up Wet Hot American Summer for the first time in college. Watching it with a new audience of people is always fun, but no one stacks up to the Randolph kids. I'm gonna go fondle my sweaters.