Back to School.

Long time no talk, my friends!  In my defense, I have been getting acclimated to changing into real clothes before 12pm and re-learning how to ride a bike.  This has been such a looooong week being introduced to a new crop of professors and a different schedule.  I quickly got used to being back here when, on my first day, biked past a parade of young men in the middle of a round-a-bout with signs advertising that the zombie apocalypse was coming.  And they were serious.  Yup, its good to be back.

My classes are significantly less appealing than last quarter; Anthropology, Physiology, History, blah blah blah.  I did manage to fit in a class that is introducing me to the world of contemporary dance.  Whats that, you may ask?  Well to give you a taste, our first excersise was to lie on the floor and make up a dance only using our spines while never sitting up.  Yeaaaah.  I was a little uncomfortable too.  Other classes have been fine so far--well, almost all other classes.  Boy do I have a story for you.  A mortifying, scary story.  (Do not be alarmed, I did not bike into the ghetto again).  All I did this time was sit in the wrong classroom for 5 minutes before I learned it was a Chemistry discussion group, frantically call my roommates to get the correct room number, wait hours upon hours for my schedule to load on my phone (no thanks to you, crummy service in Wegman hall), and finally stumble into the correct classroom expecting the TA to show a little mercy.  Nope.  No mercy was shown.  All I got was her quoting the syllabus while looking directly at me, which clearly stated that those who are late receive 3/5 points for the day. Following her emphasis, she asked for my name and typed it down so she could presumably dock my points on the first day.  I'm a Freshman, lady!  I tried to argue this to her after class just to be ignored midway through my explanation.  Baaaad first discussion section.  A discussion, by the way, that she ended halfway through because we weren't "prepared enough". Ugh. *For a more detailed and ridiculous re-telling of this story, including bonus quotes and impersonations, please contact me.

Moving on. my roommate and I have officially started our "10K" training regime!  Going on Day 4 and going strong!  Running along the arboretum (man-made lake in the center of campus) has made it a bit more enjoyable, and despite the 35 degree weather we are bundling up and pushing through it!  No excuses!  Although any calories I do burn will likely be quickly replaced with the enormous quantities of leftover Christmas treats laying around our dorm.  Brianna even had the nerve to place her new M&M dispenser smack dab on our window sill.  Really?  Does it have to be the first and last thing I see as I go to bed and wake up?

My overall goal for this quarter is to figure out where I want to invest my extra time and efforts in the most, whether it be dance/dramatic art, volunteering in the youth program, jobs, or all of the above.  Whatever happens, you know you will hear it here first!  Ta-ta!