So it's almost two-thirty in the morning and it just hit me that today marks two weeks since I've moved into Jameson. Where did the time go?!
I had a tough time last week, but this week was SO much better. Part of it has to do with classes starting--I love my professors. Even if the material I'm reading isn't the most interesting thing in the world, I really appreciate how passionate they are about what they do. One of my professors even remarked that he "ruined his life" studying what he did yet I could tell he loves talking to his students about his discoveries.
Add/drop week is over and I luckily obtained my perfect schedule!
I'm taking 17 credits this semester:
Intro to American Lit
General Psychology
Intermediate Latin Prose
Issues in Women's Leadership
Byrne seminar on storytelling
Honors Colloquium on First Contact
Another seminar--How Sex Changed
I purposely set up my schedule so I wouldn't have Friday classes, and I severely pay for it on Mondays and Wednesdays, but I think I'm going to love having long weekends all this semester. Latin is going to kick my ass until I surrender (which I won't, of course), but at least it's giving me the challenge I've been looking for. My Psych professor is all about encouraging us to live it up so ending my brutal Mondays and Wednesdays with his class makes the overload worth it.
My journey thus far has felt like a Rediscovery.
Rutgers is a HUGE and somewhat daunting place to be--I learned that a lot of feeling "okay" at a large university is about finding your niche. I'm slowly discovering my own through all the clubs I've signed up for, the sorority I'm rushing, meeting people who are passionate about their art, and the community within the DRC. I've talked to A LOT of people since I've been here--DRC admins, other poets, and professors during office hours. I've been to most of the dorms on Cook/Douglass and College Ave and rekindled my passion for writing at a teahouse.
Around this time last year I gave into the college craze and wrote one of my essays based on a painting called Christina's World by Andrew Wyeth on the idea of home. It was one of those things I wrote that I didn't fully comprehend until months after I had made my decision and neatly tucked my college essays away in a drawer. I came to this conclusion that Home isn't a physical place for me--my home lies in whatever I put my effort and my heart into, whatever and whomever I leave a piece of myself with. I just reread that essay, sooooo thankful that I saved it because it just made me realize that this awkward college adjustment-limbo is the best time to start building my new home.
I feel very deep and inspired to go on an adventure right now, but I learned too many lessons the hard way including not leaving my dorm after 2 A.M. alone to go to another campus (hahaha this is funny in retrospect)...
On a more amusing note, I ordered $21 of delivery at 1 A.M. from Hansel N' Griddle (Mine Street or Church Street gogogo!) which I am still working on...
Oh, the wonderfully convenient things I am learning through Rutgers life!
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