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.

Between the Lines of Fear and Blame

Today I was in the school paper for attending the American Medical Students Association conference in DC. Although I am not a med student yet--merely a pre-med--this whole article got me thinking about my plans for a major. I realized that since I have been at school, the majority of my time that is not spent on sleep or schoolwork is used for reading the classics. Maybe my true passion is becoming an English major. Maybe that's why I needed to hang out with the boy...it would all make sense to me then. I also found out that I'm going to be an RA next year. w00t! I have no monies; this will be a good thing for me. I'll be able to exercise my authority over next year's freshmen, and make awesome door decorations (Yay arts and crafts). I am getting really burnt out of science right now, especially since my F+ on my latest bio exam (never saw that coming). I am sure I can make it up on the final, but knowing that I have a C in the class right now sucks bad.
I still haven't gotten any money back from the school after the AMSA conference so I couldn't pay off my credit card today. I hate being so broke. I have been selling "Free Books" from the Math, Computing, and Engineering Center on Amazon.com in order to break the cycle. I've made $46 dollars so far. I'll get out of this hole soon, I just hope I don't drown in it first.
I am actually going to do some homework tonight...maybe.