College: Day 1

Part one: Got my backpack on. Overslept. No time to wash my hair. The first-day-of-school outfit was debate-ful, but little stress. Did not want to seem to eager. Also, I had an experience with New Student Orientation: I wore a 'fashionable' outfit and felt stereotyped by those I wished for respect from. More of an underlying problem than the clothes..but nonetheless, did not want to experience that again. But then again, want to look cute. The red dress was my final solution. I also expected to be the only one to wear a backpack on the first day {or ever!}. I was so wrong. Apparently I was not alone in being in love with wearing a backpack. I love my backpack. Have had the same white Jansport since 7th grade. It is a 26 minute walk from my house to campus. I cherish my time on University Avenue. Definitely was unsure of where to go, luckily Alex {a friend I happened to meet last night through a friend's friend} was right behind me and showed me to my destination. I was surprised to find only about 20 people in my first class. Wow. I don't think I have ever been in a class that small since....ever. I am in what is called a Freshman Academy. It is a group of about 25 people who I went to NSO with, and have three classes with just us. It is defineitely a good life-line to have as a Freshman. Religion 120 {Book of Mormon} was great. Started with "There is Sunshine in My Soul Today" and a prayer. 50 minutes too. Wow again. My attention span has been extensively lengthened from the block schedule and I was pleasantly surprised each time the teacher concluded. After class I walked all the way back to my apartment even though I had a class at 12 noon.

Part two: My sister Kate, her boyfriend Parker and I drove over together and parted ways. They are very nurturing and protective {which I thoroughly appreciate. Reasons being I am the youngest and feel a recent lack of corresponding affection.} I went off to Philosophy 150: Honors Reasoning and Writing. It was an amazing class. Answer this for a glimpse: what is knowledge? Sweet, right?

Part three: After lunch with Kate and Jon at the CougarEat, I waited for Honors 201: Civilization of Philosophy {Now, this will spark a lot of questions out of my caring readers. As of right now I have no plans to major in philosophy {or to graduate with honors for that matter} the Honors Philosophy just happened to be one of the only available envelopes of classes when I signed up..but who knows? I may unintentionally end up with a minor in philosophy?} and saw a girl riding a unicycle! What the? And it wasn't like, wobbling around during the Jr. High talent show; she was using it as her main source of transportation. Totally chill! This last class was interesting. We attempted {a sorry attempt by the teacher's judgement i'm sure} to answer: what is philosophy? The professor was not as cool as my first two. He was...kind of mean. Ha! It was similar to horror stories that poeple tell about their evil college professors. But he ended up being a lot nicer than that. I discovered that professors who use their PhD to make 19 year olds feel stupid....rub me the wrong way.

Summary: I really enjoyed today. I am so glad I don't just have to live here with no purpose. I am sticking to my lazy summer habits like a piece of gum stuck to the asphalt. It will eventually stick onto someone's shoe, but not without time. I have quite a load of homework that I am unwilling to do. More than anything, I am surprisingly pleased with my experience today. It is a wide awakening to how small I am; walking on campus with 35,000 students that are just as smart and wonderful as I think I am. Or cheering at a football game with 65,000 devoted fans. But at the same time, I feel like I am part of something really.....great. I love everyone. I love that everyone is there for different reasons and to study what they love, or to figure out what they love, or in some cases find who they love. It is a beautiful phenomenon.