First Day of School
I meant to start this blog earlier, so I could put down my feelings prior to start the program, but of course I didn't. In my defense, though, the last few days have been busy and exhausting. Moving is NOT fun. Yesterday Adam and I tried to carry a queen size mattress and box spring about a mile and a half to our apartment. After two hours we had gone about half a mile, so I hailed a cab and went to get a UHAUL. What the hell were we thinking? Adam says we get collectively dumber when we're together. But man, I slept on the mattress last night, and it was AWESOME. It's a pillowtop, and the woman I bought it from says they paid over $2000 for it new. I got it for a hundred bucks because there are some brownish stains on the mattress, which everyone else seems to think is really gross, but for $100 for such an awesome bed, I'll just take the time to wash out the stains. I mean, give me a break.
Anyway, today was pretty fun--the first half anyway. I wasn't looking forward to an hour and a half of icebreakers, but I thought the ones we did were pretty cool (except for the random sitting on each other thing--what the fuck was that?). They weren't cheesy icebreakers, they were more like just talking to each other and getting to know each other. In fact, I felt like I was at a party or something, it was fun. After lunch, though, I felt like I was in a daze for the rest of the afternoon. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night since I had to wake up at 6:30 to return that UHAUL, so I was pretty out of it a lot of the day after the initial excitement wore off.
So many of the people in the program seem so cool--people I'd really like to get to know better, but at the same time this whole thing seems so temporary. It's like, I just spent the last four years meeting new people and making new friendships away from everyone I loved, and now it seems like I have to do it again. But do I really? I obviously don't want to be antisocial or anything, but I wonder how much time I'll have to make friends. It's funny that I'm in grad school and I still worry about making friends on the first day of school.
Happy Birthday to Stefanie, again. I feel shitty I didn't send her anything that would arrive on her birthday, but I hope she'll understand. I realized tonight when I was on the phone with her that a lot of the time I must be to her what my parents are to me. By that I mean I always call her with only a couple of things to actually say, and then end up keeping her on the phone much longer because I just miss her and want to talk to her about nothing. I guess I shouldn't get so impatient when my parents do that with me; or I shouldn't keep Stef on the phone for so long.
Okay, I've got so much more to say, but I have to finish this autobiography paper and get some sleep.
Anyway, today was pretty fun--the first half anyway. I wasn't looking forward to an hour and a half of icebreakers, but I thought the ones we did were pretty cool (except for the random sitting on each other thing--what the fuck was that?). They weren't cheesy icebreakers, they were more like just talking to each other and getting to know each other. In fact, I felt like I was at a party or something, it was fun. After lunch, though, I felt like I was in a daze for the rest of the afternoon. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night since I had to wake up at 6:30 to return that UHAUL, so I was pretty out of it a lot of the day after the initial excitement wore off.
So many of the people in the program seem so cool--people I'd really like to get to know better, but at the same time this whole thing seems so temporary. It's like, I just spent the last four years meeting new people and making new friendships away from everyone I loved, and now it seems like I have to do it again. But do I really? I obviously don't want to be antisocial or anything, but I wonder how much time I'll have to make friends. It's funny that I'm in grad school and I still worry about making friends on the first day of school.
Happy Birthday to Stefanie, again. I feel shitty I didn't send her anything that would arrive on her birthday, but I hope she'll understand. I realized tonight when I was on the phone with her that a lot of the time I must be to her what my parents are to me. By that I mean I always call her with only a couple of things to actually say, and then end up keeping her on the phone much longer because I just miss her and want to talk to her about nothing. I guess I shouldn't get so impatient when my parents do that with me; or I shouldn't keep Stef on the phone for so long.
Okay, I've got so much more to say, but I have to finish this autobiography paper and get some sleep.
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