How weird. To not have another first day of school. I remember my first day of kindergarten (everyone had brought a teddy bear except me), first day of junior high (my mom walked me to my first class while all my friends excitedly walked to thiers haha thanks mom), first day of high school (late..the start of "Tardy Tatiana"...and with my whole family videotaping my walk to clas), first day of senior year (mom once again filmed while my friends waited in the car and laughed at me), and first day of college (not knowing where to sit, sticking to my roommate like glue, holding one of a million cups of coffee that i would ingest the next four years).
I always loved the first day of school. Fresh school supplies, a new outfit, the excitement of wondering who is in the classes with you. A blank slate sometimes. Today was like that, minus the new school supplies and new outfit. I was nervous getting ready, walking into a classroom I have been in plenty of times. Looking around at where to sit. (Although being a senior and knowing a lot of students does make this much easier).
Creative Writing is my first class of my last semester. I love the professor which is why I waited till my senior yr to take my one and only english elective. I walked in and recognized a few guys I am friends with so that made it a lot easier. One of the questions they asked was "is there going to be any censorship we should know about?" and the professors answer? "No...I dare you to try and offend me". Nice I love when people push the buttons. We wrote a short story right away and read them aloud. (I always forget how nervous I get showing people something I create...my hands were shaking and my voice was cracking haha).
After that I got my ipod back from the other David who had stolen it from me last night and had me all freaked out. Too bad I had alreadyknown it was him before he fessed up. But I was still relieved to have it back in my hands!!
Lunch..looking around at the newest freshmen and wondered how they felt.
Then..ran into Ex. caught up with him for a looooong time and had a few people walk by and got some weird looks I am sure. He isnt getting deployed after all! I am relieved, obviously, but I will always wonder where he would be if I never stepped in and helped him. Ever since last year I always catch wind of when he is in a sticky situation and cant let him fail. I have to save him. Its an awful feeling to want to help someone so much and yet not be in a role where you can fully. Anyways..we talked a bit about graduation and he seemed suprised again that I am in fact, leaving. Sometimes I want to say...be my reason to stay in santa cruz.
ANYWAYS...awkward moment of the day. Baseball boy (we three had a class together last yr...when i was still in love with Ex, but had the hots for Baseball Boy...they both know about each other) walks up to us and Ex says "we still havent formally met". They shake hands..I stand there awkwardly..Baseball Boy asks when we are going to hang out next...Ex looks suprised at this too. Whole thing was awkward.
It would also be awkward if they both read this.
Hmmm..well i just finished some stuff that was due at 2 for my internship, and have to set all my dates for BUSG meeting at 5.
My class schedule for the semester goes as followed:
Creative writing
Student Leadership
Art Therapy (I migh have to drop this one)
Communication Theory
Theological Foundations
Marketing Communications
Abnormal Psychology
Transforming Poor and Developing Countries.
21 units...Plus doing Biology online and testing out of English Lit sometime between now and May!!! How am I going to survive?? God. and a lot of caffiene.