So, here I am. At college. This is my "New chapter of my life" introduction.
Actually, this new chapter started 4 months ago, but we are going to ignore that small fact.
Although, having lived here, in Seattle, for several months, I can give you a nice rundown of how things have changed, and how they haven't.
I had all these lofty plans. I was going to leave for college and recreate myself. I was going to become a more interesting, fun, social person mainly. Because, after being a hermit for all those years, I decided I wanted to try something new. I was gonna go to a concert, go dancing, get involved in clubs, make new friends.
I mean, here I am, about ready to go off into the wild blue yonder(Seattle) to become infinitely wiser(get my BS[I suck at BSing, and I was hoping the degree would help...]). I figure maybe, when I'm not studying like crazy, I'll do something.
I have been to Pike Place, the aquarium, and Imax. The closest I've gotten to a concert is my Anthropology of Rock and Roll class. I have gotten involved in no campus groups, and I'm struggling just to manage all the stuff I already have on my plate. And here I thought things would be easier once I quit dancing five hours a week... I look exactly the same as when I left, plus an inch or so of hair and several pounds. My roommate has to practically drag me out of my room to get me to go anywhere.
That is a plus, actually. I have met pretty awesome people here. I socialize a lot more than at CBC... With lecture halls this cramped, you make friends with your neighbors. Even when you don't want to. Okay, fine. Those bio people I sit next to may be rather dense about bio, but they are the only reason I almost get Hardy-Weinburg equations. On to cooler people, there is my truely awesome roommate, Siri. We both agree we are lucky to have not gotten an airheaded roomie, though she does seem to tire of my disinterest in going places... And then there are the TrIG people(Transfer Interest Group. We all took the same set of classes), and study mates that I hung out with for a quarter, and wave/talk to whenever I see them on campus.
I still play Pokemon, procrastinate, am antisocial, and hate the rain... Okay, I'm working on the last one.
So, point...I know I had one...
Oh! I told myself I was gonna make this blog more official than my last one. Well, I changed my mind. I am just as ADOS as before (Attention Deficit-Ooh! Shiny!). [By the way, that still does not beat IID, Irrational Irritation Disorder, coined by...one of my siblings.]
However, I have a lot better spelling and grammar(maybe), as well as a sense of what is appropriate to write about and what isn't.
This is for my own entertainment. I hope you enjoy my random rantings as much as I do. ^ ^
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Maybe reinventing ourselves is something which happens in such small increments that we are only able to see the change later, looking back. I'll bet you are transforming in amazing ways...just maybe not the ways in which you had anticipated:)
ReplyDeleteOkay, I'm way behind the times on this, since it is now April and you posted this in January, but I enjoyed reading it and I'm thinking Stephanie is probably right on with the small changes. You're becoming "more" all the time. More knowledgeable, more interesting, more experienced, more mature, more fun, more, more, more.
ReplyDeleteMy advice would be to try and get out there with Siri and Sam, even if you don't really feel like it, because that's something that will help you make some of these changes you have been hoping to make.
And I absolutely love the IID definition. I have that for sure.