so much for a 24 hour quiet hall

My floor is a 24 hour quiet hall.

This means, that we respect one another when it comes to the noise levels in the halls. We keep our doors shut if we are playing music or the TV loudly, and if they are open, then we keep the music and TV at a reasonable noise level.

Today when I got out of the shower, there was music playing at an astounding level, along with girls dancing and running up and down the halls. I was rather taken aback, since this is not something I have seen happen before. I don't care. But I wonder how long it took them to do their three pages of math homework.

I live in an all girls dorm.

Its alright. After four years of being with all girls, it really isn't bothering me. But I keep telling everyone, that if we keep up with these pillow fights in our undies every single night, then they are just going to loose their appeal, and not be as much fun in a couple weeks. But we keep on doing it! And if one more girl asks me to put lotion on her back after they get out of the shower, still dripping wet, then I think I may just scream.



I retract all those statements. Living in an all girl dorm, is nothing like that.

holla!

Last night was the first night that I can truly say I felt like a college student.

When I was in high school, I rarely went out on school nights, and when I did I was always back home and in bed at a reasonable time. Mostly because parents were rides everywhere and they needed sleep cause they needed to get up for work in the morning. But that's beside the point.

So, keeping in tradition with my usual trend of going to bed and a reasonable hour before class the next morning, I have been hopping into my rather comfy but small bed earlier then any upper classmen would ever jump into bed.

But last night was the night of liberation.

I went to Maggie's dorm to watch Knocked Up.

As time went on, I started to realize how late it was getting, but the movie was still going, and even though I knew how it ended, I wanted to stay and keep watching.

Next thing I know, its after 11, and I have a class at 8.

I started thinking that maybe I should go, because its only the second day of class and I don't want to over sleep or anything like that.

You know what I did? I stayed. I watch that movie to the end, and I laughed and enjoyed it.

And you know what else? I up on time, made it to my class, and I'm gonna love it.


And I got me new laptop. Holla!

basic math

Today I had my first math class. The professor said that it was a very basic math class, that you could test out of if you choose to do so. My thinking was, if there is a basic math class that I can be in, get a good grade in, and get credit for, then I'll stick with it.

Then he said that you dont get credits for this class.

And he went over the syllibus.

And we started taking notes.

And I realized, that I was in the same math class I was in when I was in 7th grade. 7th grade math was probably harder actually.

Wednesday, I am going to take a test to try and test out of it so I can go into Basic algebra and actually get credit for it.



I have my first acting class in a half hour. I really really hope that my teacher is a complete nut job. It only seems right, them being an acting teacher and all.

On making new friends

At the age of 19, I am happy to say that I have been blessed with a handful of very good and close friends.

There are people that I went to grade school with and still really close to, and that makes me really happy.
Then, I ventured to high school, all by myself, and had to start the friend making process all over again. But the people I met, and the people I got really close to, I love. Upon reflection, am so glad that I was on my own when I got to high school so that I had the chance to meet them.

So, at the age of 18 or 19, most people can say that they have met people that they see being friends with for the rest of thier lives. I certainly can say that about a small handful of my current friends.

So what do you do when you are thrust into a completely new different enviornment and have to make friends all over again when you know perfectly well that you and they have that group of best friends that they are going to totally call to hang out with over you any day?

Grab the bull by the horns baby, and start talking to everyone so you can at least add a few people to that 'friends forever' handful. I guess...

College?

Today is my second day at college.

What the heck!?

When did this happen?

Last I remember it, I was just making my way into high school feeling freaked and worried about everything that comes with being a high schooler. And all of a sudden, here I am, in my dorm room, where I now live, trying to figure out what buildings my classes are in while attending all sorts of orientation seminars.

I was never quite sure about college. I didnt know if it was for me, or if it was something I would want to stick with and such.

If you asked me last night if I wanted to stay here, I would have said no. This morning I say, I need a little more time.

I hate living in a 24 hour quiet building.