classes begin tomorrow, and I feel nothing. I'm not particularly excited nor nervous, I'm just taking it in as it comes. wow that is definitely what she said. anyway, I've been trying to put a label on my feelings concerning classes, but maybe labeling it is hard because there's really nothing to label. I'm taking chemistry at eight in the morning, four days a week, and I'm a little worried about that, but the thing is, I'm the one who consciously picked, chose, and fought like hell to add that class and I didn't do it just to pick my nose. I was set on taking Art Theory as part of my scholarly and creative inquiry core, but my schedule changed a little for chemistry and thus I am taking History 129: Mao's China instead. additionally, I'm taking repeat high school courses like intro to psych and calculus. I'm feeling okay and apathetic and okay. I really like the people here with whom I see regularly: my roommate, Rachel, is very sweet and maintains her socially calm personality; my neighbors Todd the red head and Kevin the other Asian, they're great friends, resources, and online pictionary buddies, and a rare but solid friend with whom to attend church/youth group (thanks Todd!); my musically inclined floormate Angelica, with whom I partook in a small impromptu jam session on the first floor of our building, me on the piano and her on the classical guitar - a mix of Goo Goo Dolls, Chopin, Spanish/Italian interludes, and other improvisions; Hannah and her eclectic group of friends on the third floor, who I see around and visit and am visited by, all of which brighten my day; my RA Daniel, who lives in the room directly across from us, and often blasts incredibly great music (when he's not blasting the music, I am). it's so liberating to always have my door open and random music choices of mine playing very loudly for people to wander in and out, whether they're stopping by to say hi or introduce themselves or ask for food or help or any question about classes or where a certain professor's office might be, whatever the reason - the idea of an open door is so new to me, as I kept to myself and shut the door at home, a result of teenage angst. doors, arms, mind and heart wide open - I'll learn to love it here soon enough.
You're gonna kick ass in Chem! I fought for a class that runs 7pm-9:15pm (math) and it's that weird feeling of having fought for something, and then you get it and wonder why it seemed like a "must-have" . ;) I can't say enough how amazing it sounds there and how that dorm room of yours sounds more like the gates to heaven. JAM SESSIONS??!! I die, I just die. <3
ReplyDeleteWILL YOU ENTER MY GATES OF HEAVEN, INDIA?
ReplyDelete(that's what she said) there are two pianos on the floor above me, one is crap and looks like crooked displays of tooth decay but the other is soooooo nice, and unless the jocks of the first floor are occupying the television, piano is fwee fo use