I decided to go to Quincy for the week to see my friends and teammates before this great adventure. I arrived Sunday evening to participate in the years first "Sunday Funday". Releasing all my fears about the upcoming months with my Keems and roommates to meeting the new freshman to slip n' sliding on senior row, Sunday was nothing but a "Funday".
Classes started Monday at 5pm. For most students, night classes don't come around until your second semester here, especially art majors(arggg!!), so I was able to hang out with my roommates a bit. While walking to the grocery store, Kelly and I saw a man on a Mo-Ped wearing a bicycle helmet, hilarious. We got back from the store and hung out a bit nothing too crazy, a little TV and dinner, just the usual for us.
I was bored Tuesday when everyone was in full swing and I had nothing to do. While walking around campus and through Francis hall, I had to stop and hello to the admissions secretary. In doing so I roped myself into working this whole week at the Public Relations and Marketing office where I was previously employed.
Because of boredom, I decided it was a good idea to work on vacation? I'm not sure where my head was yesterday, but I am immediately regretting this decision upon arrival this morning at 10 a.m. With a lack of sleep and plenty of good memories from last night with my favorite coaches, I sometimes wonder what I'm really thinking while decisions are to be made. But then again, at least I made a decision...for in Jake's words I am the Queen of Apathy. (Sad but true, and I almost wrote sometimes...argg!!)
Working on vacation has taught me that I do need a break sometimes. But when does this occur? I'm really not too sure. I keep thinking of the hundreds of things I have to do before I leave. And today I started thinking about packing for the semester... and my Dad thought I was so nonchalant and worry free this week. Malheursement Pere, je pense trop de ma valise, passporte, visa...etc. I realized sitting here writing this, I could be making lists of things to bring. Alas, I Google "Semester abroad, what do I bring?!"
Quel Domage...
Classes started Monday at 5pm. For most students, night classes don't come around until your second semester here, especially art majors(arggg!!), so I was able to hang out with my roommates a bit. While walking to the grocery store, Kelly and I saw a man on a Mo-Ped wearing a bicycle helmet, hilarious. We got back from the store and hung out a bit nothing too crazy, a little TV and dinner, just the usual for us.
I was bored Tuesday when everyone was in full swing and I had nothing to do. While walking around campus and through Francis hall, I had to stop and hello to the admissions secretary. In doing so I roped myself into working this whole week at the Public Relations and Marketing office where I was previously employed.
Because of boredom, I decided it was a good idea to work on vacation? I'm not sure where my head was yesterday, but I am immediately regretting this decision upon arrival this morning at 10 a.m. With a lack of sleep and plenty of good memories from last night with my favorite coaches, I sometimes wonder what I'm really thinking while decisions are to be made. But then again, at least I made a decision...for in Jake's words I am the Queen of Apathy. (Sad but true, and I almost wrote sometimes...argg!!)
Working on vacation has taught me that I do need a break sometimes. But when does this occur? I'm really not too sure. I keep thinking of the hundreds of things I have to do before I leave. And today I started thinking about packing for the semester... and my Dad thought I was so nonchalant and worry free this week. Malheursement Pere, je pense trop de ma valise, passporte, visa...etc. I realized sitting here writing this, I could be making lists of things to bring. Alas, I Google "Semester abroad, what do I bring?!"
Quel Domage...
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