...cause this is going to be a long post.
Classes started today.
I feel like, if it wasn't official before, its totally official now. I am in college. I attend college classes. I just can't stop saying it.
My first piece of advice for this post is to wake up way before you think you need to. I woke up forty-five minutes before my first class (which was later than I wanted to anyway). It took me fifteen to get there. I felt like I had to look like a crazy person. Just imagine a bright eyed and bushy haired freshman at seven-fifty in the morning running across campus. I was really trying to avoid running, but at seven-fifty seven when I was still on the other side of the clock tower from the building and I didn't even know where my actual classroom was, I was starting to panick. Still, I was under five minutes late, but its not the best start to the first day day. For my second class, I was on time. My second class is only ten minutes after my first, but its not that far away so I made it. Then my third class isn't until one, which is going to be great when I start getting a whole bunch of homework to do. I can start it in that nice break I have.
I was a few minutes late again to my third class because, again, I underestimated to distance to the building from my room and overestimated my knowledge of the campus. I was looking at the buildings in front of me, feeling totally lost and seeking someone who could help me, when a girl to my left said, "Are you new here?" I responded with a yes and she looked disappointed. Then she asked, "Do you happen to know where the Cultural Arts building is?" Coincidentally, this is where I was headed, so I pointed and said I thought that was the building.
After that class, the two guys to my left were talking about their next class being in the same place as mine, and as it turned out it was the same class as well. We all walked together, and I think I made two more friends, this time all on my own. So we went to my last class for the day, and we were done by three-fifteen. We walked back together (they stay in the dorm next to mine) and I chilled out until I met up with Sweta and Hannah.
My professors all seem really cool. One of my professors was Dutch and suggested to us that he thought marijuana should be legalized in the U.S. That was interesting. My Freshman Seminar teacher was a lot funnier than I expected. She told us about how she loves to run and stalks celebrities. My theatre professor is heaps spastic (heaps = loads or very. Its an Australian term), but seriously funny and had me cracking up at his hare-brained-ness the entire time. And my calculus professor doesn't seem insufferable either. So overall, I'm HEAPS excited.
Every day I meet new people. Its such an awesome thing. And I'm trying to figure out all the ways I want to get involved. I HIGHLY suggest getting involved when you're in college. I want to join the Catholic Campus Ministry and try to start an intramural ultimate frisbee team. I'm also considering the club that cleans the beach. I think they're called the surf riders or something. Our involvement carnival is next week, and is already written down in my planner. Apparently you get a ton of free stuff, which is heaps cool.
Heaps. I'm obsessed with Australians. And Spaniards.
