A few days after classes began, I took a trip to the bookstore and walked away with my very own soft and fuzzy Stanford sweatshirt. I wanted one because Stanford is my school now; I wanted one because it is chilly outside in the mornings and evenings. Every day I take my new sweatshirt with me — in the mornings I wear it while riding my bike to class, I wear it while I sit in the cold classrooms, then I just tie it around my waist until night falls and I need it again. It’s been with me pretty much non-stop since I bought it.
But this morning as I am about to leave for class, I put my sweatshirt down. Instead I reached into the box under my bed and pulled out my Georgia Tech sweatshirt! Yay! It will make me happy all day.
I have a homework assignment that is due tomorrow and I still have two problems left, but I’ve spurned it for tonight to give my brain a break. It’s not due until 5:00 anyway, so I’ll have plenty of time tomorrow. Instead, I’m going to put on my pajamas, climb into my warm bed, and read. And drink apple cinnamon tea. Mmm.
I watched Dawson’s Creek tonight. Is it me, or is some silly TV show echoing my life? Argh. I just want to be with my friends again. Not unlike Dawson — a freaking fictional character — I find myself thinking it would be better if undergrad had been horrendous. Then it wouldn’t be such a disappointment to come here and not find the same people.
But I won’t complain, really, I’m not complaining. Stanford is good. A bit more work than I’d like, but hey, I can adjust to that. I miss my old friends, but at least I have a phone and can call them. Flute ensemble is incredible, and writing for the daily is an adventure — I’ve never had anyone actually edit my work until now, and wouldn’t you know it actually makes the columns better?
I guess I’m just in a reflective mood. I blame two things — TV and a phone conversation with Kent. Yep, I finally tracked the boy down after a week and a half of trying to get ahold of him. I love talking to him, even though he must be annoyed because I usually have a constant stream of questions. I just like hearing his laugh. He told me everyone on Dawson’s died. That made up for the fact that I had to watch it alone again.
Anyway, my bed and book and cup of tea are calling.