Today was certainly a most random affair, and I...don't quite know what to think about it. I suppose I had better go in a sensible order (mainly so I don't confuse myself). Had you asked me at one in the afternoon how my day was going I would have told you that today was a no-good-very-bad-day and that all I wanted to do was crawl back in bed so I could hide. Why? It seemed many strange things decided to happen just in the course of twenty four hours, and I was not in the mood to deal with it.
Here at college life is an interesting thing, but I have to admit my roommate drives me nuts. For the past two nights she hasn't been here. At all. The girl blows in once in a while to change clothes or pick up a textbook, but other than that she doesn't seem to exist. If that weren't frustrating enough....I can't seem to sleep very well because I never know if she'll come breezing in at one thirty in the morning (like she tends to do more frequently than I would like) and so I don't end up falling asleep until two in the morning.
When I woke up this morning I felt like I had what matched the description of a hangover, and Institute didn't seem like the most pleasant of ideas. Nevertheless I drug myself out of bed, got dressed, and all but crawled my way to the distant institution where my first class of the day was to be held. I sat through it quite neatly, speaking up only when and I had to, and near the end of class Brother Christiansen asked me to stay a few moments after class. I was freaked out. What on earth could he want with me? It turned out he was worried about me. Apparently I wasn't being my "bubbly" self and he was concerned that something had happened. I was...confused. People don't refer to me as bubbly, and yet in the past week I have been called that more than anything else. I'm not sure what to think of it, and I wonder if it's a good thing to be bubbly.
Anyway, after that I wandered over to Arts Retrospective for one of the last sessions of the Art History part of the course. The funny thing is that I don't think I would have ever said I enjoy Art History, but Professor Marvick is just...so awesome that I can't help but enjoy the class. I am sad that we're going to be having our test soon and switching to Theater and Dance with Professor Marotta. Gee, that's depressing that I wouldn't want to study theater.
By the time class was done I was so tired that I simply went back to Juniper and crawled back in bed, setting my phone to ring at exactly 12:15 so I could have time to grab lunch before Costume Construction. Pity I didn't notice I set it for 12:15 a.m. Luckily I managed to roll out of bed five minutes to one, run across campus, and make it to class just in time. I was not a happy person, and things did not seem to be looking up. During the course of two hours I managed to melt part of a table, get gunk on an iron that I got to clean up, had to cut some demonic material, and rubbed part of my hand raw on the scissors.
But! It seems from even the worst situations come the most interesting opportunities if we simply look for them. During class I got to talking with a girl by the name of Dana who is in another class of mine, and I was amused at how well we got along. Not only is she an English Major with a Theater Minor, but it turns out we have a good deal in common. Somehow my roommate came up and she mentioned to me that her roommate is moving out around Christmas and all but dying for someone to buy her contract. It would really be an ideal situation: a kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and no Kitty for $800 a semester...but I hesitate. Even though I am uncertain about the girls on my floor and their motives I have become close to them in my own quirky way. Moving out would mean leaving them, and, even if I saw them around campus, things wouldn't be the same. Is it odd that I am so concerned about people I have only known for a month?
Another positive thing came from talking with Dana, though. I learned she works for The University Journal (the school's newspaper) and it proved to be an interesting topic. Somehow or another I landed in the all but hidden office for the Journal and soon found myself being introduced to "Captain" Goldstein and the various editors (and the pirate names). I was so amused that they all had earned pirate names, due to a strange pirate theme adopted by the newspaper team, and found quite quickly that I fit in with them. By the time I left I had my first assignment as a reporter for the University Journal and the offer to take pictures for them as well. Eventful much? I have until Monday at five to put together my first story, and I am excited. Dana is acting as my trainer, and by next year I could have a paid position with them! That would be exciting, no?
After that I went to the RHA Luau, which was fun. I got to talk to lots of fun people and do some hard work, two things that seem to go hand in hand with being on the RHA. Just a few minutes ago I went out to the floor lobby (partially due to curiosity thanks to the loud noises coming from there and partially due to a bathroom trip) and learned something odd. Here I have developed a reputation as being very honest. I think that is a first.
Apparently at college I am bubbly and very honest. Is that a good thing? I'm confused and I doubt myself a little...but I guess somehow I am going to pull through this. It should be interesting to see if I make it.
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