Posted December 28, 2011 at 3:45am
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TROY HIGH SENIORS: If you’re interested in learning more about Carleton College, I’ll be speaking at the Career Center on Tuesday the 13th at 10 AM. Come for great info, answers to your questions, and nifty brochures!
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Uh…pdate
So I just logged back in for the first time in 10 weeks. I have time to waste now. But I shouldn’t. So I don’t know if I will. (continue tumblr) But I probably will. Or, just until school starts again.
I had an amazing first term. I am certain that Carleton is the perfect school for me.
I had an absolutely wonderful freshman seminar. I had my first real fall. I got out of my comfort zone and explored. I joined an a cappella group and found out I could sing. I met people so amazing that I can’t properly articulate how amazing they are. I didn’t have to go to a barbershop (thanks, Philip). I slept 10 hours a day. I grew some balls.
Now I have a six week break that ends January 3. I don’t really know what to do with myself. Brush-up studying, reading, running, biking, relaxing?
There’s a two week slump until most start their winter breaks and come home. I’m excited to see friends again, but it’s an odd feeling. Can’t quite describe. Or, can and am too lazy. Hm.
I am pleased with SoCal weather, but to be honest, I miss the cold. I’m sure I will change my mind when I go back for winter term, but I was really diggin’ the 20some degree weather before I left. Snow is beautiful.
I’m happy to be home. There’s nothing like a home-cooked meal (or In-N-Out, Molca Salsa, etc.).
I’m looking forward to winter term. I miss parts of Carleton already.
Life will probably be moderately monotonous for the next two weeks. And then I will have so much fun, I won’t want to leave.
I should probably be productive.
I’ll start my dream log again.
I would like to like a girl. Not necessarily during this break. Just sometime. That would be nice.
Good night.
First Classes/ Last Post.
Diggin’ them all.
Multivariable Calc
Shakespeare on Film
Chinese Independent Study
Peace out, Tumblr. I’m done with time wastin’.
I will post about my first day of classes
And then I am leaving Tumblr. No need to find useless ways to fill my time anymore.
I LOVE CARLETON.
Tonight was my first night drinking here, and I had an absolutely fanfuckingtastic night. But every other night of New Student Week has been just about as awesome. It’s great to know I’m at a school where the people are open, friendly, and fun enough that they don’t necessarily need to drink to have a fucking good time. It’s great to know I can hang loose and have a blast with new people while sober.
Tonight was also my first night performing. The people here are truly SO accepting and SO warm and SO supportive of each other that I was pushed to sing and play guitar for the first time in front of the class of 2015 and the other New Student Week leaders. With Ted, a buddy down the hall, I tried out singing in front of a crowd for the first time. I wasn’t so much confident in my voice; rather, I was comfortable with the community. I felt sure that even if I fucked up, there would be enthusiastic woops and cheers to give me encouragement. Even if I was horrible, there would be hearty laughter, as though the mediocrity were intentional. There would be support in any situation.
So I did it with Ted. Say It Ain’t So by Weezer. I think I’ll try out for a cappella. If I don’t make it (I probably won’t), no biggie. I’ve got next year.
I think Carleton’s already made me a bit more adventurous.
On a side note, I was about 5 ft. from Schiller (Look up Carleton and Schiller. It’s a fucking great tradition) and my buddy Ted actually touched the sacred bust and threw his bass guitar aside in the process, breaking two strings and giving it a few dents. But I’m sure it was worth it. I would’ve done the same had I not been borrowing the guitar.
