Survival

I survived my first week of real college. No more summer camp for me unless you count midnight tea parties. And Greek class is like a secret code so that we'll be able to write messages to each other in invisible ink. I'm already able to read the Greek graffiti on the sidewalks and walls. We went on a hike in my last Lab class. Instead of campfire songs we have Delphic paens in Music. Math class...well...ok, so it's not summer camp. But it's a lot of fun. I'm even enjoying math when I can understand it (thank God for colored chalk) and I only had one small panic attack the whole week.

My dorm mates and I have formed into a gang. We eat together, we watch movies together, we curse our tutors together, we solve Euclidean propositions together. The gang is functioning very well so far. We still have to come up with a proper gang sign and elect a Godmother but our nerdoms are integrating well together. I will be introduced to the wonders of Doctor Who in the next week or so and we're already able to bicker about which Star Trek captain is the best (Kirk!)

Our great adventure for the week was a Walmart trip and I was ridiculously excited. On the one hand, a small campus is great because you get anywhere you need in five minutes. On the other hand, a small campus is terrible because no matter where you go you can't escape the nagging feeling that you should be studying. Walmart sounded like a welcome escape.  Ten minutes after entering Walmart and almost running into and almost being run into fifty different times and discovering that this Walmart had no produce section I was ready to leave. Why did I ever want to leave campus? Sure there weren't any good apples and I was going stir crazy but at least I wasn't being steamrolled every time I turned the corner. The gang reassembled and we managed to escape with all our limbs intact and our desire to leave campus sated for at least another week.

Things to do:

Learn Euclid's Props 6-14.

Finish categorizing evergreen specimens

Pick a film for movie night that we'll all like (One gang member hates Rochester which kind of spoiled Jane Eyre for her. But luckily Cary Fukunaga's excellent directorship and Michael Fassbender's awesomeness made up for it.)

Petition for better apples in the cafeteria. The food's still good but come on. Granny Smiths? There's a reason people only put them in pies.

Swing dancing. Make time for the dancing part this week and not just the lesson. Remember that tiny panic attack I mentioned? Yeah, I really should've been studying Euclid and not learning She Goes.

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