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So this is College... written @ 11:10 AM on August 19, 2002 So I left for college Saturday morning around nine. I was totally cool with everything, even looking forward to crashing in the dorm, until I actually arrived at the entrance to NKU. Then I was like, "What the fuck was I thinking?" I checked in outside Kentucky Hall, got my keys plus the rundown of the dos and don'ts of the dorm, and I at last past through the "gates" (actually just one huge, heavy door) of the Cumberland dorm. Here I found my room-- a dark and slightly forbidding abode with the overcast weather-- and proceeded to unpack all the crap that Mother insisted I bring with me. It was also here that I discovered that I no longer have Sarah as a roommate, but a girl named Stephanie, who likes incense, tarot, Harry Potter, hippie-like clothes, and Lord of the Rings. I almost couldn't keep from laughing because I thought I had found my soul mate by the luck of the draw. Thought. After unpacking, the family took me out to Applebees, and then Dad and Jonathan left for hockey practice. Mom and I went back to the school and did nothing for a while. Once unpacked, I really didn't know what the hell to do with myself. I didn't want to stay at the dorm, I was feeling a little to mellow and shy to throw myself into a strange crowd, and my roommate and I weren't exactly past curtesy call. At five finally there was a picnic. It was here that I met another girl named Stephanie #2, who was talking about how her roommate would not exactly be sticking around full time. Stephanie #2 suspected Emily, I think her name was, had an apartment with a boyfriend, and Steph #2 kinda resented how she wouldn't be around. Mom left finally around seven. Actually, she kept saying she would be leaving now for about an hour before she finally did. We said our "final" goodbyes, and here I was, planted in the center of the world, it seemed, and didn't know what the fuck to do with myself. Seriously! It was like I had all the freedom in the world and I was totally clueless as to what to do next. So I wandered. A lot. I remember a quote from "The Fellowship of the Ring." "Not all those who wander are lost." Well, I was in a sense. Then a dance started in the residential village around 8. All they played was rap. I was with my roommate for the first 15 or so minutes. We didn't really say much. And then these two guys walk up to us. No, girls, they weren't cute. Anyway, one of them was a sophomore who, I don't believe, has quite yet figured out that he's not in high school anymore. Actually, he was perfectly aware that he was living in a college setting physically, as he relayed all the "fun" he had at drinking parties and the such. But, strangely enough, he kept reiterating the "fact" that he and I were the only single ones on campus. Trust me, I knew exactly where things were going with Phil from here. So after he invited me to the party he was having on the boy's floor in Kentucky Hall, a place where "much alcohol" would be served, I conveniently uprooted myself and flocked to-- what do you know-- that musical theater major posse. (Already, my high school innocence is in the process of being crushed the first night.) At this point, I felt this was the best luck I had all evening. And let me tell you, they were a motely bunch. Brian, John, Annalyse, and Derrick, their names were. Derrick was the first scenic design major I contacted as well. We all struck it off really well. Meanwhile, my roommate Stephanie met up with Stephanie #2, and they hit it off real well. In fact, at 11 that night, they left for downtown Cincinnati and didn't return until around 2 in the morning. I did not go to Phil's party. I showered and went to bed. On Sunday, I woke up around 9:30 and went to a Methodist Church with my new theater gang. From a Catholic standpoint, that was very interesting. There was not a single shred of the guilt that follows from being in a Catholic mass, and actually, I thought it was a lot more fun and uplifting. This does not mean that I'm going to be converting to Methodist, but the theater gang has decided that we may be going to a different Christian denomination every Sunday for the hell of it. Next Sunday it's Catholic. Then the Sunday after that may very well be Baptist. Now THAT will be interesting. Then we went back to the cafeteria for breakfast. Annalyse forgot her ballet slippers, so she had to depart to meet her parents early. Meanwhile, the guys and I went traipsing across the campus in search for our classes. It stormed on us, so we were holed up in the art department for an hour and a half. At 4 yesterday, there was an Honors student orientation and picnic. It was here that I met Trey, who is kinda a cute homeschool down-to-earth sort of guy, and Emily, who was Steph #2 roommate. When she heard my name was Sam, she asked, "Oh... yeah.. do you know a Phil?" "Um, yeah," I answered, thinking back to my sophomore drinking "buddy" from the night before. Well, Emily went to Phil's "party" the night before and, according to her, "all he talked about was you, Sam." Jesus Christ, my first day and I'm under attack from completely the WRONG sort of guy I had hoped to meet on campus! I'm praying that my path doesn't cross with his any time soon, but he seems like the type that I will meet again in the most awkward of situations. Don't get me wrong, he's a nice guy... but it seems like since I'm the "first single girl" who's actually been civil to him, and he's the "only single guy," he sees me as an easy target. Ha! Little does he know... Emily also went on to note how her roommate and my roommate seemed to hit it off so nicely as to leave the both of us stranded for roommates. Apparently, they're both weed smokers, drink a little on the side, are night owls, and have a habit of inviting all their high school friends and other strange people to our rooms. Emily seems to be the party type, but she's kinda rooted to the ground and straight like me. Which brings me up to today. At 9 I had my first class, Stagecraft I. It's bound to be an interesting class. I haven't been able to connect my laptop to the outlets in my dorms, plus the fact that I don't have the right software, but everyone seems to be having trouble connecting to the Internet with Windows XP. Thank God I found an empty computer. I needed a release from all this stress I've been under. Seriously, you don't know loneliness until you've been by yourself on a college campus for a while. I've changed so much in the past three days. I can return to the person that I was in West Chester now, but as time goes on, things are going to become steadily permanent. Well, change is good. I'm coming back home this Friday to settle some affairs. If anyone wants to do anything with me, I'll be home. I'll e-mail everyone my new contact information ASAP.
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