Oriented

[kavieshana]

I woke up very early to drive across the bay for my orientation at 7:30 AM. I arrived at 7 to go through the usual conference line of check-in lists and nametags ("And what's your name?" "Um. W...a...n-" "Nicole?" "Yep."), get some swag ("Would you like a free t-shirt?" An emphatic "Yes, please."), and hand in my injection sheets. I was herded into

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[mmmrorschach]

I'm glad that Asian guy was in this story or the title wouldn't have made any sense at all.

Pre-Med seems like one of those, "Well, I'm in a crappy situation, so I am going to pointedly not enjoy myself and wallow in my own irritation. Ahhh, I wish I had some feathers I could unruffle." But then he can immediately flip himself around once it's over. If he were an article of clothing, he'd be tear away pants.

What's up with only four English majors at orientation, but most of the classes you wanted being full? It's like everyone got mired in the same knot of classes.

[kavieshana]

The best titles are the ones that are all about the casual racism.

I am not at all a fan of the tear away pants. Commit yourself!

I guess EVERYBODY wanted to take Sci Fi In Literature this semester. Really, here it is:

I was assigned to the last orientation session of 8 (transfer, 4 freshman).
Everyone is required to take a certain amount of English credits as electives.
Some classes are only offered at one time for 32 students.
The French class I wanted was only available for Freshman despite the fact it's an intermediate class.
I needed to take a science class (this school requires 3 classes with labs, which is insane) and those and math classes always close up right away.

It's the perfect storm that culminated in me having to take two Brit Lit courses in one semester.

[grrgoyl]

Good lord, this reads like a logic puzzle. A logic puzzle with no correct answer.

I'm gutted you apparently have other commenters on your blog, despite your fond belief otherwise. I knew I should have said something last night when I first read this.

I'm enjoying this play-by-play of college life, to remind me of all the things I had forgotten and certainly don't miss (I had the realization the other day that, if Tery and I have been together for 19 years, that means it's been 19 years since I graduated from college (I met her the summer after graduation). That was a wakeup call I really didn't need).

I like how you can neatly compartmentalize people based on their clothing (usually from the waist down).

[kavieshana]

They're here at gunpoint, I assure you.

Haha I'm glad I can remind you that those 19 years have been well spent running as far away from college as possible. You're very near a big anniversary, there.

Well it makes sense, doesn't it? We pick our shirts because they fit nice and match our personality, and we pick our trousers (no, this is not a word I would normally say. I just think "pick our pants" rolls off the fingers in an unpleasant way) because they are functional or make sense for the activity we'll be involved in. This is a theory I have just made up and is probably wrong.

[johhnymayhem]

I wish I was half that perceptive.

[kavieshana]

It's only because I've been reading Sherlock Holmes and I'm looking for things like wedding rings and muddy shoes. I'm seeing possible murderers EVERYWHERE.