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Back to the Grind

Dear Blog,

Well hello there! How’s it been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a long time. That’s because I’ve been completely swamped…with…things. Like Facebook. And Minecraft.

I know, I know. I’m sorry. I cheated on you with Facebook. I shouldn’t have done it. But it happened. Now can we move on?

Okay. Good. Thank you.




What’s going on with me? A lot of things (including some Facebook and Minecraft). Classes for interterm have begun. Interterm is Chapman’s way of saying, “That class you never wanted to take but have to for a general education requirement? Yeah, we know you don’t want to do it. How about you just do it in a month and we’ll call it even!” I’m enrolled in an introduction to Ethics course and I am informally attending a class on Number Theory. The ethics class is a general education requirement. I think it’s fascinating, but there’s a certain undeniable dryness to philosophical essays. There’s this thing I do where I start reading down a page and I realize that all I’ve done is said the words out loud in my head without actually listening to myself. It’s really quite annoying when you get to the bottom of the page and realize you have no idea where the author went over the course of the page.

Number Theory, on the other hand, is pretty straightforward. And I like a bit of straightforward in my life now and then. Nobody asks whether two being a prime is in itself moral or immoral. Nor do people ask whether how 2, being prime, acts is moral or immoral. It’s just prime and that’s that. I know the world tends to not work like that, but numbers tend to, and for now, some absolutes in my life are pretty comforting.


I’m not going to lie, I feel really strange being back. It’s this weird fluctuating state where I’m not sure if home is home or if this is home. I know in my mind the very good reasons why I feel this way, but then at the end of the day, when I want to just relax and put my mind to rest, it’s really hard to figure out where to settle down. Do I long for the day I get to go home, or do I focus my efforts on building up what comforts I have here?


So anyhow, it’s certainly still an adjustment. Next month, when Spring semester actually begins, I think I’ll have a bit more to grasp onto in terms of constancy. For now, I just need to get through a bunch of Utilitarian, Kantian, Existential, and Non-Cognitivism essays and some divisibility proofs and I’m all set.


YEAH! First home football game tonight!

What has been interesting to watch is how much people came together today. I mean, yes—my superiority complex along with my stuck up, arrogant, judgmental side wants to say nothing good. It’s superficial entertainment and superficial bonding of a community. It contributes to a mass consumerism that downplays the individual and sells because it’s shiny. It’s dumb. That’s what insecure Aaron wants to say. All the while, about forty percent of the student body is out and about having a great time and I’m here in my dorm room wearing my shower shoes because I’m too lazy to get socks out and updating my blog with whatever I can think of at the moment. Whoopty freakin doo.

Ok. I’ll stop being sarcastic. It’s good for me to get it out once in a while.

I do genuinely think it is pretty cool that a group of people who have known each other for very little time have now come together to root on a team doing such an arbitrary collection of maneuvers. Why? I’m sitting here after two and a half weeks still trying to figure out how to adjust after twelve years of being in the same place. I’ve traveled. I’ve been thrown into new groups and been forced to adjust. But this time is different. Now, this is home. I’m still finding it hard to accept that fact. It doesn’t help that I’m taking classes in two majors and performing in three ensembles now.

Needless to say, I’m stressed. There are a million and a half details to worry about, and my mind which contents itself by worrying about way too many details is having a field-day. It may be counterproductive to stress-reduction that I’m currently listening to The Rite of Spring, but I’m not quite sure. What I’m hoping I can find, though, in the near future, is some setting—be it the cheering section at a football game or my General Physics III study group—where I can start to feel at home. What I can say is this: vacations get old, and some constancy is well needed after long periods of change. I’m looking forward to some dust settling here soon.

So, that’s the scoop with what’s up (down) in Orange. Concerning the football, we lost! Oh wait. You’re not supposed to get excited about losing. I’m still trying to figure things out. Give me a break. I’m new here.

I’ma Back

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?