A whirlwind of activity

I changed my major to psychology today, which turned out to be much easier than I had anticipated. It should be processed by the time I register for classes too, which is great. I need to get in touch with my new adviser and set up a meeting, and I need to find some classes that I can obsessively monitor on knightweb as they fill up with upperclassmen. For the time being though, I'm taking a short (and hard earned) break to toast my new major with an iced hot chocolate. Mmmm...

Best week ever

I volunteered today, which was a lot of fun. the kids are really cute, and they all wanted to hold my hand and give me hugs. Tomorrow is a lecture on the evils of hazing, then rugby people are meeting for dinner and then I'm watching "House" at Nicole's. Wednesday is Halloween, and I actually have a good idea for a costume. I also have my advisement, and some psych extra credit, plus there's a rugby meeting/possibly scavenger hunt. There's a party too, and the IB is letting eighteen year olds in. Thursday is another rugby dinner (we've been missing each other) and Friday is open, but there's a superhero party on Saturday. I'm pretty excited.

What could be better?

N. told me today that instead of getting a suite next year we could all get a townhouse. We would get modified meal plans, and eat dinner together on Sunday nights, and it would be just like "friends." Most importantly, living in a townhouse means no RA checking under the bed for fur turtles. I would pretty much need to bring Lancaster to live with me. It wouldn't be unfair to her, she'd have plenty of space, I'd take really good care of her, and we'd be together. I miss her. I would want to get some sort of cuddly pet, and I don't like rodents. G. has a snake, I want my kitty. I also don't think it's a good idea to get a kitten, especially because D. would want to Name it B.D. Wong. Litter box training would suck too, and where would it go on breaks? Clearly, I should just bring Lang to come live with me.

My first proof

It's nothing to be proud of. We took the first part of our test on Wednesday, and I had never successfully done a proof by myself before. This was reflected in my grade. I have a chance to pass though, so I am devoting this weekend to logic. This tiny, baby proof is just the first step. We have a lot of grades in this class, so hopefully this test won't hurt me too much. Right now I'm trying to keep my goals within reach. I have two hours until practice (our last practice this season) and I plan on using them for studying.

I want to go camping

I'm too old to do SCA, and I don't really want to work on another chain gang...er trail crew,but I really want to go camping this summer. I want to go back to either the Cumberland Gap or the White Mountains and revisit my work sites, hike the old trails, and just show off these places that I really like. I already have the backpack, which, as Emily points out, commits me to a life of outdoorsy-ness. New Hampshire is closer, it's only like nine hours away, but I feel like the road trip element only sweetens the deal. Nicole and Chelsea are moving to camp the day classes let out, but I might make new friends. I'm joining the Outing club as soon as rugby ends, so maybe I'll make some nice hippie friends. I really want to go though, I'm scanning craigslist right now, looking for cheap tents.

Ms Kiefer

Last year in Theory of Knowledge we had to write these journal entries that related to the Ways of Knowing, or how our lives tied in with ToK. Everyone hated doing them, and would just pull random stuff out of the air, usually right before class. One day in desperation, not knowing what to write about, I wrote about college name recognition and snobbishness at City Honors. I was as guilty of this crime as anyone, and I still thought that what college you went to decided what kind of life you would have. I said in my journal entry that I really wanted to go to Geneseo (a lie), but was bothered by people's snooty attitudes about it (the truth). Ms Kiefer actually pulled me aside to encourage me to go to whatever school I liked, and not let other people's opinions bother me. She told me that Geneseo is an excellent school, and when I was accepted she sought me out to congratulate me. I always felt guilty for not telling her the truth, and I also felt like it might have been karma that landed me here. She was the type that would have pull with the Fates and intercede for me, trying to get me where I said I wanted to go.
I wish I had sent a card. I should have called, or kept in touch while I still could have. I hate that I can't join the facebook group. I'm having a lot of "Tuesdays With Morrie" guilt. She was one of the best teachers I've ever had, I should have told her that. I should have thanked her more often. She was such an amazing person, I'm lucky to have known her.