Socialization

I’ve started making a concerted effort to talk to others.  So far this has included me mumbling at the sweet librarian who walks by the table where I study, awkwardly conversing with other students while I attempt to run away, and having long conversations with my laptop, who has become an excellent companion.  I can totally do this whole college thing.

Blame in on the Alcohol

I hate meeting people when they’re drunk.  Here I am, all orange soda happy, and they start every conversation with “I’m not going to remember this in the morning, but…” I remember everything.  And I still have a good time.  It wasn’t that I was never going to drink in college, but after seeing others, I just really don’t want to now.

But Actually, School

Classes:

Honors Philosophy Seminar

Introduction to American Politics

The American Novelist

Calculus II

School: 1000 Lila: 2

(The two are solely based on the fact that we got cookies in math class today)

Oh Right, School

Dear Senior Year,

How could you lure me into such a false sense of security?  Sure, I applied to colleges.  I believe it was 20, to be exact.  Supplements, personal statements, letters of recommendations, all of that was quite brutal in conjunction with 4 AP classes, the ACT, and all of those extracurricular activities.  You did not, however, prepare me for 300 pages of reading a week and papers due at an alarmingly constant rate.  My life has become so tragic so quickly.  And she was so young.

Best,

Lila