So much for hoping. I'm now even more terrified than before and we've barely even started. I understood that the workload was going to be heavy, but when I was taking the pre-calculus assessment tests and having a hard time remembering all the stuff I learned years ago, I began to get a little frustrated.
So, classes. Ballroom dance is graded by attendance (AWESOME because I did not want to get put on the spot). The man teaching it was NOT what I expected. He was bigger, in his 60s, and looked like a football/basketball/baseball coach, which is what he originally wanted to be. But if that was the case, he wouldn't have his job now. I'm actually really excited to start. After that was calculus and even though I know it's going to be crazy-difficult, I really like Dr. Jimenez already. Dr. Bader, my chemistry teacher, also seems like he's going to be a good time. He already informed us that if he was talking about something important and we were writing, he'd confiscate our pencil. He'd give us time later, but we have to be in the moment. The two are both foreign, so I'm going to have a lot of experience with accents soon enough. Dr. Jose Alfredo Jimenez and Dr. Mamoud Bader. Goodness. I had lunch at the Higher Grounds Cafe where I listened to this EXCELLENT student guitarist. He played the acoustic guitar like a champ. Didn't sing though – sadly. Finished the day with English Literature, and my only female teacher so far. She seems very into what she teaches and I can't wait for class discussion to start. However, we only talked about the syllabus today and left class with a half hour to spare.
With my extra time, I went back to admin building and FINALLY got my schedule changed. I now am officially in the chorus. YES! Dr. Jimenez is totally fine with me coming to his later class, and I got him to sign the slip they gave me as soon as I got out. However, I decided it would look a little desperate if I went right back to admin, so I decided to wait until tomorrow to get the sheet back to them. I checked my email once I got back to my room, and I GOT THE JOB! I am SO excited to go work in the library, so I plan to stop by there tomorrow as well. Again, don't want to look too desperate.
I also went to the gym with Krystin tonight. I worked the weight machines (was formerly clueless about how any of those worked). It was interesting to say the least. If we decide to make this habit, I really might lose the freshman fifteen instead of gaining them! Since she's sports-oriented, she's far more into it than anyone I've ever chosen to befriend. This might be good for me. We headed back and had a floor meeting to talk about roommate agreements. After, I came back to the room to do some more math stuff, but I heard people still talking in the commons – including Chanice. I grabbed my keys and phone and made an entrance when she was giving advice about doing well in college. Again, totally stepping out of my bounds. Be proud. The one reason I really want to go is because (and this sounds awful but) I heard a gay. Just to top things off, he was ginger. Made my day. I knew I had to talk to him or join their conversation when, as they were talking about going clubbing, he proclaimed, “I dance like a slut.” Hopefully, I am one step closer to having my gay best friend. If not, I have chorus tomorrow.
As I was about to brush my teeth, Krystin approached me looking sad. She asked me, if things ever got bad enough, would I want to switch rooms with her current roommate (whose name is Sarah, in case you were wondering) and stay with her. Then, completely surprising me, she started to cry. She told me she felt lonely and homesick, and that practically not having a roommate was not helping the situation. I immediately went into “mom mode,” told her of course I wouldn't mind, that I completely understood because I felt the same way, and that maybe we could arrange something. I told her if she ever needed me I was right across the hall, and she had my cell phone number. She talked to Chanice, too, who said she would definitely talk to her boss about it and (though she didn't know if Krystin would want to sleep on the floor) she offered up our room if she ever wanted to stay over here. I agreed wholeheartedly. I hope everything works out for her – I don't want her feeling the same way I did.
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