And I’ma learnin me some college stuff.
So this week has been one giant whirlwind (Well, let’s be honest: the past eighteen years have been one giant whirlwind). Move-in was last Tuesday, and before that was packing and lunching and saying goodbying. All sorts of fun. Actually, it was really hard for me to say goodbye to a lot of things and people (felines included), but I can say without a doubt that I am indescribably excited to be here at Chapman.
So shortly after move-in was finished, I got my first glimpse into the world I’ll be living in for the next four years: convocation. Lots of fancy people with fancy degrees and fancy robes and (as one speaker put it) giant muffin hats saying wise and profound things to the incoming class of 2014. It was like a nostalgia espresso. And come on. I just got here and I’m nostalgic.
I have to be honest with y’all. I’m writing this over a couple of days, not because I have any shortage of time (in fact this weekend I’ve done absolutely nothing so far minus practicing and YouTubing). Rather, it’s because writing more than one-hundred words at a time is a challenge of Olympic magnitude for me right now. Brain. Turn on, Brain. BRAIN. YOU HAVE CLASS IN TWO DAYS…..anywho. The reason I must admit my current state of absent-mindedness is that I happen to be sitting in the basement of my dorm building right now, directly across from the laundry room. I’m not in the laundry room yet, but my insights will be returning to a blog site near you in the very near future. VERY near.
Back to nostalgia. Whilst being wrapped up in all the pride/welcome/orientation events that have been going on, I find myself not-so-strangely missing a certain aspect of home: depth. I feel like I’ve met a lot of people in a short amount of time, but I don’t KNOW anybody. I just know faces and names. I’m not tremendously concerned. After all, I’ve got four years to figure this whole thing out. Nonetheless, it’s strange.
Now, I’m in my General Physics III classroom waiting for class to start in half an hour. Oh, the wonders of writing over several days as opposed to trying to cram everything into one daily post. By the way, I’m planning on updating with weekly posts on Fridays (I’m typing this particular paragraph on a Thursday, so hopefully that all pans out tomorrow.)
Well. Now it’s Saturday, and I obviously failed to upload a blog post on Friday. I think I’ve said most of what I wanted to say in my first update, minus a short list of very important things I have learned. So, here’s my official “How to Not Say ‘I’m in College and I Have No Clue What I’m Doing!’ List” (disclaimer: all evidence points to the conclusion that this list will never be complete but will instead approach an upper bound shy of 100% college certainty as the independent variable iterates to infinity [sorry, I’m enjoying being back in sciencey classes]):
- On a campus with many locked doors, keeping track of your keycard is…key. Don’t forget about that one locked door going from Crean Hall to the percussion studio while your keycard is still in the percussion studio
- Cafeteria food can actually be some of the best food you’ve had in your life. Or at least it probably tastes that way because for all intents and purposes, it’s free food (until the bills for the student loans come in)
- Everybody loses their minds on Friday Nights. I don’t know what it is. It’s like the campus turns into one giant party for some reason. Weird…
- If you bought a notebook of manuscript paper specifically for a class which specifically required that you bring manuscript paper, you should probably take the manuscript paper notebook to class
- Southern California water tastes funny (This is just something I’m learning to get used to. It doesn’t fit the purpose of the list, but whatever)
There. A week (plus a bit) in the making and a day later than I had planned. A blog post. It makes no sense and is completely disjointed, but I did it. Hopefully I won’t have to write a lot of papers… I’m in college. What’s the worst that could happen?