Well, I noticed that I hadn’t written anything real recently, and since it is getting close to the end of my first semester in college, that seems like a good landmark to write.  I’m busy, but not too busy.  I have work that needs to be done, but still have time to come on here and just reflect for a bit, which really, is exactly how I like things to be.  I prefer not to have nothing to do, because I will honestly do just that- nothing.  In fact, I do a lot of nothing even when I do have things to do, so its really just better for everyone when I feel obligated to be productive at least once a day.

So, college so far: its nice.  I do like living on my own, there is a certain sense of independence that comes from waking yourself up in the morning, keeping track of your own appointments, really, for the first time, having more control over your own life than anyone else.  Being a freshman again is strange though.  I feel like going from 8th grade for a high school freshman doesn’t really have the same effect, but going from a high school senior, big man on campus, to a college freshman is like being taken out of a small, warm hot tub and being thrown into a chilly Olympic sized swimming pool.  You know that, once upon a time, someone taught you how to doggy paddle, but you now need to remember on your own, and use it in the real world.

I will admit though, it helps when you find other guppies to ease the change, and in fact some of the bigger fish are happy to help.  It seems that, as always, the theater kids are happy to take in the new talent and help them succeed in the new big pond.  I’m sure that it is possible to be a big fish again, it will just take some time.  I like being a big fish.

So, I do believe that if this guppy can in fact pass Chemistry with at least a C+, she will survive college and be okay in the end, and really, that’s all I want right now.

I am now only 23 hours away from Thanksgiving break, but between me and that lovely thought is an hour of Chemistry class, which I dread.  I never thought it would be possible for me, but I hate chemistry.  Go figure.  I only have two weeks left, but I still get a bad taste in my mouth whenever I think about entering that classroom.  It is as if I am being hunted by a shark.  I’ve got to grow fast or I’ll never make it.