1 week
since class has officially started. No more searching for rooms, hoping i’ve landed myself in the right classroom (it’s pretty epic actually… anticipating the teacher’s words “welcome to lecture, my name is…”) in those first three minutes, you pray so hard that you’re in the right class but at the same time you doubt yourself. especially after looking around and hearing about material you’ve never run into. For the most part class hasn’t been all bad, only two of my classes are actually a little confusing–just because they’ve gone completely online with homework. It gets more confusing when they lecture on some material, but the homework covers way more material–yet they don’t assign sections to cover in the book. It’s like they cover whatever they can in class, not exactly hitting the important parts, and expecting us to learn the rest. absolutely wonderful. I don’t really know what happened to my leg but, it feels super vulnerable to bruises and aches. Putting it in english, it’s sensitive… don’t know what that’s a symptom of but i’m scared it means i’ve torn some muscle or something. Nevertheless, i went running today down at the beach. Not a good idea for those average people out there. I can’t say it made it better or worse. Came back and worked on my salad bowl packing skills. I should master that before i leave for thanksgiving… getting my 3.75’s worth. It wasn’t great tasting but, i got my greens for the week–and that feels good. I’ve done laundry like twice already but i guess i have actually been here for almost two weeks now–need to find a way to get those stinky socks smelling fresher [hey that was an "s" sounding alliteration]. Hot water, small load is what i hear gets at it. Budgeting dining money is going alright too. Well, i’ll leave you with running, it never gets old. The things it can do.
stay hungry, lum.
i’m enjoying it down here. really. i am.





Dude your english sucks. Dont you know your not suppose to end a sentence with a preposition? Good luck in writing 101…
uhh, don’t you know the purpose of a blog? If you can’t relate, don’t bother reading… there’s obviously a ton of other people who can.
and, i’m coming over this weekend; i need a haircut.