Well, it’s yet again August, which means I’m trucking back up to school for the next nine months in order to pack my sponge-like brain full of knowledge so that I can squeeze it all out during the winter and summer holidays. No, that’s being mean to my intellect. I remember what’s necessary and come back each year smarter than I was the year before. But I fully accept that I will forget half of what I learn this upcoming semester.
My classes seem pretty basic; I’m still in that stage of school where I have to completely my liberal arts requirements before I can jump just into my major and minor. So, Brit Lit, German, and statistics are mostly to round that out (aside from the fact that I need to take yet another stats and German class next semester that have this semester’s classes as prerequisites). Otherwise, I’ve started my studio art minor by taking a drawing class (which I had this morning, and it went very well), and I’m continuing my psychology major with a social psychology course. Which, let’s face it, I’m super excited for that class. Yes. It will be a lot of work–more work than any of my other psych classes because it’s lecture, reading, papers, and projects rather than just a combination of a few of those elements. But we have show and tell in class tomorrow, so I’m pretty pumped.
Otherwise, move-in was fine, all aside from a hurt foot and constant indecision about where to put things. Last year, the room was so small that there was really only one way to arrange things, so decisions were much simpler. This year, my room is literally twice as large, so I had more options–leading to a full day of moving things back and forth and trying to figure out what I liked and didn’t like. But after twelve hours of organising and decorating, things were finally looking pretty good. Want a picture? All right, here:
Apartment Therapy can eat it’s heart out; I think it looks pretty damn good.
But it feels odd, yet right, to be back. Odd in the sense that I’m in a new room, starting all over, and I no longer recognise half of the people in the cafeteria. Right in the sense that nearly everyone from last year is back. We gathered for dinner last night and then in the lounge, and things fell right back into place–we played games, watched television, I was overly ridiculous and annoying, we all laughed. Just as it was where we left off, just a few people gone who moved out or graduated and a few people new who have moved in or are freshmen. I’m just waiting for everything to click and fell exactly the same as it did last year. Give it another few days. I’ll be there.
Nothing else is that big right now. The cycle of water and tea starts again, music plays, and books get read. That’s just about how it goes.
I’ll keep you updated.