So It Begins

Today was the first day of classes. I had Intro to Poetry and College Writing Seminar today. Poetry was fun. I can tell I will probably like it a lot. The teacher, Malcuit, is very young. He’s an adorable young nerdy professor. At first I thought he was one of the students when he entered the classroom. He seems like a very nice guy and like he really enjoys his subject.

However, the college writing seminar isn’t as fun. The teacher is a bit odd. She’s nice but she’s just different. Also, I don’t relish the idea of learning how to write college level papers. I know it’s very important and very useful, but it’s bound to be exceedingly dull. The teacher is also fond of working in groups. I don’t like having other people critique my papers right to my face. I just hate it. Good thing the class is very short or I might just go crazy.

The first few days here have been all right. It’s fun, but it’s also a challenge. I’m really looking forward to going home this weekend. I miss my family and my boyfriend Shane very much. I keep thinking of this whole college thing as something to be overcome and not something to be enjoyed. I shouldn’t think that way, but that’s how my mind is wired. I’m trying my hardest to keep an open mind and enjoy my time here, but I don’t know. I just want to get through it.

Welcome to the Madness

Hello there. Welcome to the start of a new blog. I figure since I am starting a new chapter of my life (i.e. college) I might as well begin to document this experience. I’d like to be able to look back and say ‘hey, look what I was doing with my life back then’ and remember stuff however small they might seem to me now. I look back at old Xanga entries from when I was 15, 16 years old and it shocks me. I’ve already forgotten what it was like to be me at 16. And I’m only 18 now! Well, almost 19. But that’s next month.

Anyway, be prepared for lots of boring day to day stuff. I write about my feelings sometimes, but it never comes out the way I want it too. It’s always hardest trying to write about yourself, because you will always lie. Don’t even try to deny it. You try to be honest, but for some reason it’s hard. Probably because most people can’t stand to know the truth of themselves because they will be disappointed. We are never who we like to think of ourselves as. Depressing but true. So for that reason I will not ramble too much about how depressed I am or how happy such and such makes me. Instead I will try to be as descriptive as possible. I want to paint pictures of future memories to look back upon with a smile.

That’s my goal anyway. We’ll begin tomorrow. Procrastinators unite!