So I transferred colleges. The place where I was before was…well…imagine Edward Cullen’s favorite climate, add another bucket of rain, and you’ve got it. I transferred to a college closer to home. Orientation started today, the semester starts on Monday, and I’ve already learned a few things:
1. They’re obsessed with cheese here.
2. We all wear the same shirt apparently.
3. The mascot’s tail kinda drags on the ground. It’s pretty sad. But he’s really happy, so I guess it’s not sad?
4. I have a terrible sense of direction and have no idea where I am on campus. I could be on the moon for all I know.
5. Then I realized that I now live in a tiny town and if I get lost all I have to do is take a left at Bessie the Cow.
6. The hallway on my residence hall floor smells and echoes like a pool. But I don’t care.
7. I’m great at pantomimes and icebreakers. Hooray! I could pass for a third grader!
8. There’s sunlight here.
9. I cannot handle that they haven’t had us register yet. I have therefore come to the conclusion that I am easily stressed, very tense, and am definitely going to have blood pressure problems when I’m older.
10. I have too much stuff.
Happy late new years, by the way. I’m a huge ninnymuggins and have been planning a different post for about a week but apparently don’t have the drive to finish it. Or maybe it’s just because I just spent that week packing everything I care about into boxes.
Anyway, much love from my new school. Hopefully Edward doesn’t follow me here.