First Day

Wow. So this morning is a blur. I remember getting up and getting dressed and not putting on make-up like I had planned. I went to breakfast with Mary Kate at 8:45 because my earliest class is at 9:30, which is AWESOME since I had early bird last year (Gary is going to laugh when I tell him that). I went back to my dorm, picked up my backpack and trudged to U.S. History.

I don't know if this is because I am accustomed to the unquestionable talent of Mr. Zini, my 8th grade history teacher, or even good ole Mr. Bond, freshman Civics and senior World History teacher, but I'm pretty sure that Professor Urban is going to put me to sleep. Which is a bummer, because he seems like a really nice guy. But what can you do? It's a general-ed class and the only way I could take another gen-ed history class is if I took Spanish 102 at 8 in the morning every day.
Say it with me: NO.

Then came ILA with Professor Suda. I can already tell she's a no-bull shit kind of person. She's crazy, but a good kind of crazy. She's also a music teacher, so there you go. She's also apparently a hardass at grading, but seriously, bring it on. Sorrill, Steelecat and Kensil prepared me. Mr. Roberts kept my self-esteem in check with his hand-drawn figures that I will always cherish.
Note to self: remind Mom not to throw that folder away or promise sudden death.

Afterwards (my schedule is 9:30-10:45, 11-11:50, and 12-12:50, bam bam bam on MWF), Spanish 102. Professor Germain Badang is an interesting guy - grew up in Africa (I can't remember where exactly....shit), speaks that language native to his country as well as Spanish and French, now lives in Monmouth, IL. Don't ask me how that happened, I don't know yet. And he began by speaking French, asking if this was a French class, which I didn't fall for because come on, oldest trick in the book (and I had already checked with the girl next to me that this was the correct class, thank you very much). Then switched to Spanish. He spoke occasional English, but in general, he said so himself, 80% Spanish, 20% English.
I'm interested to see how this goes.

I think my most vivid memory is the rain - it was beautiful because it hasn't rained, really rained, as long as I've been here. I moved in July 31 - yeah, that heat wave you may recall? No air conditioning. I drank four water bottles per day and only had to pee once, on average. So the rain was beautiful, but brief. It's weird because in some spots it was sunshine and other parts a little drizzle. Awesome. And I thought of As Told by Ginger, "There were copper colored ponies, air that smelled like rain, and the moon was out in daytime..." Blah blah blah.

Oh, and I was guaranteed no Spanish on Fridays. HOLLA! And I only have three classes per day, with the exception of Wednesday: 11:00-11:50 ILA, 12-12:50 Spanish, 1-1:50 Young Adult Lit, and 7:00-7:50 Print/Media workshop.

Best part of the day was going to the theater moving. As soon as they started talking about auditions, I slowly started to feel more alive. Finally! My chance! I've always wanted to act, but no singing talent = no part in the spring musical. Those *******! but now I have my chance. Then I had dinner with a bunch of theater majors/minors etc., and finally met the guy who I remember from two years ago in Sweeney Todd. He played Toby then and he stole the show, when he was a freshman. He's very dynamic and hilarious and modest and (I think) gay, and it's a great combo.

Moral of the story: everything, including first day of school, is better in college than in high school/junior high. I'd say elementary school, but a) I don't remember a whole lot of it and b) elementary school was the best years of my life.