So I'm not real sure how I feel about this whole venture yet, it still has the surreal aura of long-ago (okay, not that long ago) summer camps. It's not quite in perspective yet that I have to live in a room smaller than my one at home for several months with a perfect stranger. I can't wander the empty fields (for starters, there are none here) at midnight or later because the weekday curfew is 11pm. I won't wake up to Sugar and Spice baaa-ing for their mom (me), and there won't be the occasional puddle of cat vomit next to my bed. After 10 years in what could reasonably called "the countryside" I'm now smoldering in suburbia.
I hope I'll get used to all the changes, and that I can sleep when lacking my ever faithful purring Inky and Schroedinger. Classes don't start until Wednesday, so I'm currently focused and relearning the campus and meeting some people I can trust. More on the life of a disoriented college student later in the week.
Peace Out and Rock On,
Korin
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