It is almost the end of my first semester in college and I have to say that it is certainly not what I expected.
The classes are not as hard as I was told they would be.
The social scene is not what I thought it would be (but then again, I go to a very small, private college).
but I've made a few good friends that are really great.
I lucked out on my roommate and that was something I was really concerned about.
My relationship with my boyfriend back home hasn't fallen apart, and I'm grateful for that, everyday.
My relationship with my parents is less stressed than it used to be, and that is also something I am thankful for.
I have also conjured a relationship with the lady who cleans Anderson everyday.
I only see her every other day, but I always stop to talk to her.
She is incredibly sweet and always talks about the weather.
She hates snow.
Her name is Mina, but I'm not sure how you would pronounce it.
(Meeeena? or Miiina)
Either or, I like her very much.
I have taken to drinking my coffee with creamer and hardly ever drink it black anymore.
I always feel like my Econ professor is always directing most of his conversation and lecture to me.
Maybe it's because I hold eye contact instead of being distracted.
Or maybe it's because he thinks I look odd.
We'll never know.
I think I may have a slight case of overachievement issues.
For example, today, I have an art history quiz that I would be able to skip, because she throws out your lowest grade. (in essence, you can take the first five and skip the sixth without it hurting your grade)
My lowest grade is a 18 and a half out of 20.
Which is a 92.7? or 92.5.
Either way, that's pretty decent.
But I thought, if I could do just a little bit better on my last quiz, I could throw out that other one.
In other news, there is a dance show called Orchisis going on in Slade Theatre that I have to set up for and I'm also looking quite forward to seeing the show. It's free, so I might as well, you know?
Seems like I need to post more often so my posts aren't quite so long.
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