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urbanamazonSo yeah ... *cough* ... that college thing ...
Let's start fom the beginning, shall we?
Woke up at five thirty. Hit the stairmaster. Drained the hot water tank. Tried to do something with my newly-dyed, newly-shorn hair. Moderately succeeded. Ate half a can of pears.
Does this sound odd yet? Sound college-y?
Got a ride from Mom to my old high school, saw so many old friends (Jiggy, Scott, Aimee, Brendan, Gerry, Dez, Chelsea, Chris, Kristine, and others) that I couldn't see over the summer, and many old teachers that I really miss now (Mrs. Shimmons, Mr. Zeglen, Mr. Eddy, and Mrs. Towsley). And my old music teacher nearly split my lip open when I went to give him a hug and he accidently head-butted me. I thought I was going to stay longer than I did, but with no one to wander the halls with, it felt like the school was empty all over again. So I made the educated choice of waiting outside in the beautiful Fort McMurray weather for the bus. Feel the sarcasm, folks? I was freezing my ass off for twenty minutes. If I don't figure out the bus system here soon, I'm going to either be very late or very cold. Or both.
Then, when I actually got to Keyano, I decided that t might be wise to get my textbooks before the Orientation Day assembly. Nearly four bloody hundred dollars later, I was lugging around five new books, one of them as thick as my Social Studies 30 binder.
It was there, actually, that I found my first gem of the day. For my Media in Art (or someting) class, Understanding Comics by Scott McCloud is required reading. I love that book! I'm actually considering bringing my Anime: From Akira to Ghost in the Shell book for Mr Berteig to read. And he looks like Einstein. No joke.
I was very amused to find that my old principal is chairman or president of some organization thingie in the college, and therefore gave a speech during the assembly. The result: I did the exact thing I did in high school assemblies she spoke for. I drew.
A picture of Slate and Maji laughing their asses off.
Amusing.
The we were divvied up further, introduced to all of the Visual and Performing Arts faculty. I need to know three people. Whoopee. *Special Note: get to know Mr. Gelineu(how -do- you spell his name?). Must befriend stage combat master.*
Then I started meeting people.
There's Rose from Iqualiut, Gardon from NWT with a very deep voice, Melissa 1 and Melissa 2 (or Mel and Missa), Steven (but everyone calls him Jack), Nessa and Vince (who remind me of myself and James a bit), and a few people that I've probably forgotten or don't know the names to quite yet. Give me time.
My head hurts a little from cigarette smoke, and I'm very glad I chose not to go to the kegger tonight. I want to be concious tomorrow. Even if I can't legally drink, that doesn't mean I won't be hung-over in some way, shape, or form.
I feel somewhat odd. Understatement, really. Today, I found myself acting ... different. Usually, I wouldn't be striking up converstaions with near to total strangers, heading to Wal-Mart with a few people I barely knew, and to their houses as well. Things just seemed to click a little, and I rolled with it. Is this growing up? Is this life in the real world?
I like it, but it's a little disturbing. If these simple things fit so easily to me, will I be able to stop myself if other situations come up? I hope so. I'll have to find out. I don't want to lose any of the friends or situations I had to break from in high school, but I think working with the drama department on Les Miz will help with that.
Moving on is a scary thing, like a big river. I can fight my way upstream if I want, but at some point I'll have to go with the current. And there's rocks.
Let's start fom the beginning, shall we?
Woke up at five thirty. Hit the stairmaster. Drained the hot water tank. Tried to do something with my newly-dyed, newly-shorn hair. Moderately succeeded. Ate half a can of pears.
Does this sound odd yet? Sound college-y?
Got a ride from Mom to my old high school, saw so many old friends (Jiggy, Scott, Aimee, Brendan, Gerry, Dez, Chelsea, Chris, Kristine, and others) that I couldn't see over the summer, and many old teachers that I really miss now (Mrs. Shimmons, Mr. Zeglen, Mr. Eddy, and Mrs. Towsley). And my old music teacher nearly split my lip open when I went to give him a hug and he accidently head-butted me. I thought I was going to stay longer than I did, but with no one to wander the halls with, it felt like the school was empty all over again. So I made the educated choice of waiting outside in the beautiful Fort McMurray weather for the bus. Feel the sarcasm, folks? I was freezing my ass off for twenty minutes. If I don't figure out the bus system here soon, I'm going to either be very late or very cold. Or both.
Then, when I actually got to Keyano, I decided that t might be wise to get my textbooks before the Orientation Day assembly. Nearly four bloody hundred dollars later, I was lugging around five new books, one of them as thick as my Social Studies 30 binder.
It was there, actually, that I found my first gem of the day. For my Media in Art (or someting) class, Understanding Comics by Scott McCloud is required reading. I love that book! I'm actually considering bringing my Anime: From Akira to Ghost in the Shell book for Mr Berteig to read. And he looks like Einstein. No joke.
I was very amused to find that my old principal is chairman or president of some organization thingie in the college, and therefore gave a speech during the assembly. The result: I did the exact thing I did in high school assemblies she spoke for. I drew.
A picture of Slate and Maji laughing their asses off.
Amusing.
The we were divvied up further, introduced to all of the Visual and Performing Arts faculty. I need to know three people. Whoopee. *Special Note: get to know Mr. Gelineu(how -do- you spell his name?). Must befriend stage combat master.*
Then I started meeting people.
There's Rose from Iqualiut, Gardon from NWT with a very deep voice, Melissa 1 and Melissa 2 (or Mel and Missa), Steven (but everyone calls him Jack), Nessa and Vince (who remind me of myself and James a bit), and a few people that I've probably forgotten or don't know the names to quite yet. Give me time.
My head hurts a little from cigarette smoke, and I'm very glad I chose not to go to the kegger tonight. I want to be concious tomorrow. Even if I can't legally drink, that doesn't mean I won't be hung-over in some way, shape, or form.
I feel somewhat odd. Understatement, really. Today, I found myself acting ... different. Usually, I wouldn't be striking up converstaions with near to total strangers, heading to Wal-Mart with a few people I barely knew, and to their houses as well. Things just seemed to click a little, and I rolled with it. Is this growing up? Is this life in the real world?
I like it, but it's a little disturbing. If these simple things fit so easily to me, will I be able to stop myself if other situations come up? I hope so. I'll have to find out. I don't want to lose any of the friends or situations I had to break from in high school, but I think working with the drama department on Les Miz will help with that.
Moving on is a scary thing, like a big river. I can fight my way upstream if I want, but at some point I'll have to go with the current. And there's rocks.
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Date: 2002-09-03 10:10 pm (UTC)Your first year of college is gonna be one you remember for basically ever. A lot of the stuff you're saying does have to do with growing up. It's a sign that that whole horseshit class system of high school is destroyed in favour of genuine personal communication on a basis of similar interest - really just progression.
Don't fear it, if you can help it. You'll find a surprising place for you there, I can imagine. Love it while ya can, hey? It's so much better than high school.
Good luck
GUILEN