Just Because We Move Units

Classes have begun, and I am more tired than ever. Having to deal with roommate issues, arguing with my RA boss, having a fight with another RA are just great ways to start this semester.
At least all my professors seem relatively cool. I already adore both of my English professors, and I'm sure I will get along well in their classes. The readings aren't obnoxiously long yet, so I guess I'll have to see how it goes.
Organic chemistry scares the pants off me, even though I have a great professor who is extremely fair. He tries his best to make sure no one has test anxiety, but also warns you to study at least 12 hours weekly if you want an A.
I have a meeting with my advisor later today about doing a clinical medicine program next semester (that takes up 3 credits) and Orgo. There's time for me to decide I know, but I don't want to miss out on any opportunities. Plus, if I do the clinical medicine thing this year, I don't have to next year, so I can spend a year abroad in London if I chose to (but I don't think my family would like that too much)!
I was up late last night playing video games with one of my residents. The cool ones are definitely growing on me as friends, and I think that is the best part of being an RA on this floor.

These Eyes Are Blind

I just started my job as an RA when all of my freshmen moved in Thursday. I've warned them not to let me see, smell, or hear anything, but I've already caught at least 20 kids breaking rules. Why do they have to be so difficult even before school starts?
I understand the freshman mentality that as soon as they are in college, they're going to party hard. Why is that a necessary obligation less than four hours after their parents leave though?
They definitely don't understand what moderation means and take all their drinking to excess with beirut games and multiple shots. Sure, I blacked out freshman year, but not within the first weekend of school.
Already we have had a kid causing problems on our floor while intoxicated, and now he is being shunned by all his hallmates who have no tolerance for racist and chauvinist behavior. This kid has probably been spoiled his whole life, and now he finally realizes how to behave when he can't get what he wants.
I mean, I have plenty of stories about the wildness of freshman year, but none of them started this soon.
They're going to have major reality checks once classes start; of that I'm sure.

one day

I will form a band, and it shall be called The New Black.
Our first album will be called "Bad spelling, small flaws, and precious honesty"

Just a thought.

Freewriting circa January 2006

Comparing feelings to sodium-potassium pumps in preparation
for a give-and-take relationship--possibly of academic nature.
With sweetness like the milk left over from
my froot loops--which I never actually finish.
Tic-tac-toe being a complete metaphor for life and maybe for buying shoes as well,
not really.
Ghosts never existing in the "Ah, there are more things than heaven and
earth in your
philosophies, Horatio."
What's the most important thing?
Why do we ride bicycles (besides slowing global
warming, you know?)?
Jesus Christ
died on a cross...a crucifix to say the least.
Vietnam, Iraq,
what a battle we could never possibly win--a
contrast between what we're doing and
what we're thinking.
Not paying attention, too busy scribbling out my imagination waiting for the end
of days--a synonym for graduation, or my livelihood of high school years
preparing
from overwork and stuggle
for more overwork and struggle.
Why must we do this? The same thing daily
is enough to drive one mad.
Automatic handgun pouring out ammunition like words
from books used as weapons.
No more tests
No more
Done.

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