(Readers note: I have a little bit of a freak out session at this end of this post. )
WOW it’s been forever since I last posted. I know I totally fell off the “7 day college countdown” deal…sorry bout that.
ANYWAY…it’s been so crazy y’all. Going to college isn’t as easy as it sounds. It’s really stressful, insanely awkward, and depending on where you live, annoyingly humid and hot. Oh…and if your dorm is anything like mine, you don’t have any stairs and if you’re anything like me, you’re on the top f#*$ing floor. Good times lugging four 75 pound bags up 6 flights of stairs.
ANYWAY…I moved in Thursday. That was fun. Our beds were originally bunked, but it didn’t exactly give off a “homey” feeling. So after unloading all my shit, we, meaning my parents, my sis, and me because my roomie wasn’t here yet, decided to un bunk our beds…which was a total bitch because they were a lot heavier than I expected. ANYWAY, that was yesterday.
I totally skipped out on what I did Friday evening! I saw my first house party. Like, guys…I have to bring my iPod Touch and take pictures one night (I say my iPod Touch because its camera has a higher quality) because it was so funny. It’s crazy how girls and gents can make such fools of themselves. But I’m sure that’s going to be me sometime this year so I shouldn’t make fun too much.
Being a college freshman, and I use that loosely because I haven’t even started classes, is interesting. If you’re thinking, “Oh, being a college freshman will be easier than being a high school freshman,” you are gravely, gravely mistaken. I went out with this girl who is a sophomore on Thursday evening. I was swinging my lanyard around on my fingers. The girl I was with was like, “Oh my gosh, you have to put that away.” Why? Here I was thinking it was because someone was going to steal it from me. But no, it’s because it is a dead give away that I am a freshman and that’s the best next thing to being an untouchable in the Indian culture. Also, don’t walk in big groups.
Our room is pretty cool I guess. It still needs some work, but it’ll do for now. I need to order more pictures from Printstudio. It’s a great site that prints little mini photos like this:Cute but I need more.
We also got a tapestry today! This is what it looks like:
I never posted this for some reason. Anyway, it’s been literally forever and a day since I last posted. It’s Wednesday and a bit overcast here on campus. But I am in one of the campus coffee shops sipping on a caramel frap. It;s really good. I had COMS this morning. Even though it’s a public speaking class, I am actually enjoying it. My professor, Sarah, she doesn’t mind people calling her Sarah, is really funny. She used to be a preschool teacher so I am fairly confident that she knows how to handle college students. I have all women teachers except for my Journalism class. That class literally gave me an anxiety attack yesterday. Let me explain.
Think about what you want to be, what you want to major in and eventually, hopefully, be able to get a sturdy and desired job out of. For the sake of this anecdote, I am just going to use being a journalist, which is what I want to do. So you are sitting in a room of fellow journalism majors. There are about 250 people in this class. Every single one of those people want the same exact thing as you, to be the next top dog, to see their byline on the front page of the New York Times, or be the news anchor at primetime on Fox or CNN. Then you think about how there is another class of equal size being taught on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. And then, you think about all the other brilliant journalism schools like Syracuse and North Carolina and Maryland. Finally, you realize that there can only be so many top jobs. I figure probably 8 to 10 in the entire COUNTRY who attend a journalism school will have those spots.
Now, if you’re anything like me, you want to be the best, the top dog, the most desired journalist on the most popular stories. You want to see your name on the biggest newspapers, the biggest news TV stations, and be featured on the most listened to radio stations. If you’re anything like me, you think you’re already behind. If you’re anything like me, you are studying into the wee hours of the morning, trying to cram every bit of information, ever period and comma of the 15 NYT articles your professor is requiring to read for a Friday quiz, every book about journalism into your head. If you’re anything like me, you pace your room when you’re roommate isn’t there trying to figure out what you can do to make yourself stand out, to be the star student, to really prove that you want to be the top in the most dog eat dog occupation in the professional world.
So excuse me if paying $40 for an ice skating punch card after all this happens throws me into a frantic, fumbling, frenzy in front of everyone in my dorm. And excuse me if I accidentally walk into some random dudes room thinking it was the stairwell after hours of studying at the library and being dog tired. And excuse me if I miss every single meal that day because I actually forget to eat. It’s a little stressful.
Oh, and apparently, I heard through the grape vine, my professor makes it extremely difficult to weed out all the students who don’t take journalism seriously. My hoping was that when I go back on Thursday, we will have moved to a smaller room because about 130 people dropped the class. But I seriously doubt it. Maybe I’ll put laxatives or finger nails in their food right before they go to class every day until we graduate in four years.
Whatever…I needed a breather. My back hurts so bad, too, because of the stellar quality of our beds. Like…not even in just one spot on my back. The whole thing is sore. The whole entirety of my back feels like someone has beat on it. SOOO…yeah.
And I am having a tough time with the whole “go to college and make best friends forever” thing. I live on a floor of all girls and they are all journalism majors. Let me just reiterate that for you. They are ALL journalism majors. You would think that journalists are outgoing. That’s how I am. But trust me…we are a really weird group of people. Journalists like to keep to themselves, cooped up in the back corner of a coffee shop, sipping on a caramel frap, listening to piano covers, bitching about their lives and the fact that they can’t find a decent human being on this campus on a blog…oh, wait. Yeah, see?! Y’all only know me for being outgoing. Connectionssss….
So yeah, rough life. I need to meet a theater major or a music major.
Speaking of music, I am actually considering picking up my violin again. Oh, y’all didn’t know I played violin? Yeah, I did it for like, my whole life and then quit right before my senior year. Didn’t even touch the thing the entire year. I don’t really like to talk about this because music has such a big influence on my life and the thing I found joy in for so long didn’t give me joy any more and I kind of think that’s a sad reality. But truthfully, I think getting back into would give me some sort of stress relief other than exerting all my chatty bitching on this blog. I’m not really a
yoga physical activity kind of person. I don’t like running or lifting weights or really anything that isn’t lifting a fork up to feed my face.
However, I did figure skate yesterday. It was…awesome, guys. Even despite me having to drop $40 on a thirty 15 minute punch card after I
thought WAS TOLD FREESTYLE ICE IS FREE FOR OU STUDENTS. Whoever told me that, whoever lied to my face and caused me that anxiety attack yesterday…you can’t hide for long, I will find you, and when I do, I will bitch you out. I’m not going to hurt you…I’m too small, too uncoordinated, and too slow to try and punch you or something. But I will make you cry yourself to sleep at night for at least a week because I’m a journalist and I can do that. But I might have to give you a sheet of paper with all my insults on them because I usually stutter and say something stupid like, “YEAH?! WELL….YOU’RE MOM IS STUPID!!!” whenever someone insults me to my face.
Yeah, if you’re not my mom or grandma, you’ve probably stopped reading this blog by now. I am 1523 words in which is basically a 3 page paper sooo.. If you are still reading this, God bless you and I am so sorry for rambling for so long. But I literally haven’t blogged for like, 2 weeks. Kind of sad.
ANYWAY, happy blogging y’all. Much love and thanks for bearing with me!