Well, I'm back at Marist. There's about a foot of snow on the ground. This is a picture from outside of my window. (Dad is always telling me I need to add pictures.) I'm slowly falling back into the swing of things, but everything still feels foreign. Everything looked different, when I moved back into my dorm, the halls and rooms looked bigger and whiter. Who knows maybe they repainted or maybe it's just because I haven't been here in a month.
Classes began today. I woke up at 6:50, got out of bed at 6:51. It wasn't too bad. After I brushed my teeth I was pretty much awake. I always love that feeling of waking up early, dawn just breaking on the horizon, the still silence, the feeling that you are waking up before the whole world. I feel more productive waking up early. For one, I associate waking up at the crack of dawn with competing in feises, jet setting off on some important trip, or taking a big important test, so at that early hour I always feel special like I'm getting up to do something really important. Secondly, I have the whole day ahead of me. The day seems so much longer, because I am awake hours before I normally would be, which could be a double-edged sword for me. It could make this semester less stressful and a lot more productive, but it could also make the days seem a lot slower, and the semester a lot longer.
My first class of the semester was a core requirement for my communications major: The art of public speaking. Going into this class I was as nervous as if I was a little school girl (I know ironic because I am, but this isn't my first semester anymore.) My roommate had the same class last semester. The professor was always such a bitch to her (excuse my language). So needless to say I was a little scared, I don't deal well with mean comments. After meeting him I can say that he seems nice, but at the same time is probably an asshole. I don't think he means to be, but he is just one of those guys who probably does not have any children, so his criticisms come off a bit crass. But I do believe that he means for us to do well, and will work with us to help us achieve the grade we deserve. Luckily for me the class is small. I would say around twelve all together. After he went over the syllabus, he had us pair up, and get to know our partner, then give a one minute speech on our classmate. I did it without stuttering. I can now check off my first time speaking in class. Task complete. Now I just have to give four or five more speeches. But since the class is small I'm hoping we'll all get to know each other soon, feel comfortable around one another. I got out of class around nine. Walked outside, was greeted by a big phallic symbol drawn in the snow, walked back to my dorm, ran into Chanel and went to grab a little breakfast. Came back, watched the inauguration, went to lunch, studied a little for my History final that I have tomorrow, and read a little of I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell. But now it is nearing that magical witching hour...5. I have to run to class, I will continue this blog when I get back. Trust me I have much more deeper things to write about when I return.
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