One Week Down...

...thirteen to go.

I admit, it has been a crazy week. My classes have hit the ground running and, well, I'm running. This is what my schedule looks like on any given week:

Two classes have me reading essays left and right, two have me reading gigantic chunks of the textbook each day, one requires a healthy amount of Book of Mormon study, and one requires three hours of outside practice each week. That being said, My FDSCI, Anatomy/Physiology and FDENG teachers all remind me of Bill Nye the Science guy. They're all ridiculously passionate about what they teach, a little goofy/awkward, and frequently wear odd shoes and ties that clash with their shirts. My humanities teacher, on the other hand, is actually a theater teacher here. He reminds me of Chris Farley in his motivational "Down by the River" sketch on SNL. Except...a bit more positive. My book of Mormon teacher is a little like Mr. Rogers, and my orchestra conductor is just awesome. He's the one who coined the phrase 'Never look back, and if you're going to make a mistake, make it in a grand manner'.

Well, I foresee a great many long nights and notecards in my future, and hopefully I'll get that 4.0 that I'm working towards. Maybe, if I'm really lucky, I'll decide on a major this semester. Who knows?

Suddenly: College

Here I am, back at the I. I'm officially moved into my dorm, have met two of my new roommates, and love one of them. The other, I've really only seen with her boyfriend...not a whole lot of Roomie bonding going on yet. Catherine and I, of course, are still getting along great. My new apartment lacks the cinderblock walls and classroom-style industrial carpeting of the dorms making it instantly more home-like.

Oddly, I find myself wondering what to do with my life. I'm considering, more and more, finding work. I know, unfortunately, that I need a 4.0 this semester, and that would likely be an impossible feat with a job added on. I just feel so weird without a work schedule, without the knowledge that a paycheck is coming every two weeks, without suiting up and meeting my friends for a day spent over cash registers and popcorn poppers. I really hope that once classes start, I'll be so busy that I'll have to remind myself to eat and sleep. All I can say for now is that I'm jealous that Catherine gets to go to work on Monday. Right now, I'd do ANYTHING to break the monotony.

The biggest shock of all for me this semester was how little of a shock it was at all. I mean, I moved in yesterday, drove my mom to the airport, and moved on as if I've always lived here, on my own, a thousand miles from home. I miss my family, of course (and my dog) but it just feels so normal to be living here. Not so normal is a kitchen without a pantry and an apartment without a linen closet, but hey, that's just me.

I guess, when all is said and done, I'll just have to wait and see what the future brings.

A tasty fun tidbit.

The Change

In about nine hours, I'm climbing into the front seat of Clark, who is, at this moment, anxious to be loaded. Mom will be riding shotgun. I'm putting the car in gear and kissing California goodbye. Again. The problem is that I've just barely started appreciating the beauty of where I grew up. The weather is so nice, the people aren't terrible, and I've loved being back with my family. I have some color on my arms now, and was just starting to hope that my legs would follow suit. Let's face it, I'm the kind of girl people walk up to and say, 'You're from California, right? So you go to the beach all the time, don't you. Shouldn't you be, like, really tan?" I then calmly explain that I spent every summer since I was sixteen working indoors, and they change subjects like nothing happened. I always counterbalanced their stares with 'Yeah, well Pale looks better than Skin Cancer!'
Oh well.

As of the beginning of this semester, my major is officially undecided. My parents and I had a long discussion about it yesterday, so I'm more directed than I was, say, the day before that.

I'll say this though: I am really considering staying in Idaho all summer. Frankly, this moving every 14 weeks (and in summer's case, 7) is getting really old. I'll be happy when that aspect of my life is over.
I'm closing this up so I can finish cleaning my room and get some sleep. Look out for my next blog post, coming to you live from Rexburg!

Better Than I Could Ask

I turned in my Two Weeks' Notice this week. It was pretty weird typing it up, and my general manager hasn't even been in the state to read it, but he already knows I'm leaving, so oh well.
I'm going to miss that job. I really am.
Last night, while I was working in the box office, I nonchalantly included on my facebook status that I was lonely, bored, and desired chocolate.
My friends, of course, went above and beyond the call of duty. Within half an hour of posting that, my lovely BYU best friend talked to one of my friends here in Tmec, which led to him bringing me a gigantic symphony bar 'from Bri'. It was a combined effort. They're both awesome. How many people can say their friends send them chocolate from other timezones?

It didn't end there, though. Maybe half an hour before my shift ended, I see another lovely friend walking up with a grocery bag in hand. Through the ticket window she slides a gallon bag of peanut butter m&ms, a 6 pack of cookies n cream hershey bars, and a bottle of Mountain Dew. (This is my college roommate, so she knows what my grocery trips usually consist of). When my manager comes back in to close my shift, he is astounded by the love of my friends.
"They sent you all this because of your facebook status?"
"Uh huh. I feel so loved."
"You are loved, obviously. It's refreshing to see people care about others that way."
Then followed something about him missing me at work because I'm one of the good workers.
How did I get so lucky? How did I land the most amazing friends in existence? I think, most of all, I'm grateful that I don't have to lose them in two weeks, too. Except for Will...darn. Well, I'll make it work. THANK YOU modern miracle of skype.


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