It's most very extremely difficult
I haven't been updating not becasue I don't have anything to write about, but because I have too much. There's so much to do here. College may be remembered as the four years of insomnia, because, well, who has time for sleep? Even the few hours that I manage to squeeze in between impromptu sing-along parties, practice, and studying seem frivolous. Time is flying by, and I feel like I'm standing in the center of a twirl-a-wheel, watching everything go faster and faster until it becomes just a blur of color.
Sadly but predictably, classes and studying seem to take up most of my time. I think the professors here have a tendency to overcompensate for our almost-but-not-quite-Ivy-League-status. If the Ivys were cheerleaders, Tufts would be the dorky girl in glasses and pigtails who really, really wants to make the squad, except her boobs aren't big enough and her daddy's not rich. I'm perpetually in the middle of reading, writing papers, and memorizing shit in general. The memorizing shit part seems to have gotten a lot harder since high school, and I attribute this to the limited amount of space in my skull. I have a small head. Period. Biology, which is turning out to be more biochemistry than anything else, is particularly frustrating. Most everybody else in the class has a good background in science. They already know how non-polar and amphipathic molecules interact with water, but not me. CCAT wasn't too good at the science thing. We mostly watched movies. Once we watched two boys skin a deer and called it dissection, but that was basically it. I'm a little panicky.
My other classes are okay. International Relations is particularly fun, mostly because my professor is awesome. He gives lectures on stuff like "Anarchy and Death" and "Tragic Tradition vs Evil Tradition." So it's good. But a lot of work.
Life outside of class is crazy and endlessly interesting. The fencing team is a lot of fun, and a really good work out. My fat ass is somehow keeping up. Salsa has been okay so far, though I think it requires a bit more sexiness than I can handle. Work is stressful, as the restaurant is understaffed, and there's a 'learn from experience' mentality rather than actual employee training. Social life is improving, and there's rarely time when I'm alone. Thankfully, the days of someone leaning out of his car and yelling, "Freshmen!" as a group of us wander around campus late at night looking for a party are no more, becasue, well, we don't have to wander anymore. There's always stuff going on around campus, and by that I don't mean beer pong and hooka, though both are available. There's a homecoming a cappella concert tonight, for example, which I'm more excited about than the game, as Tufts football sucks. So yeah, this weekend should be fun. Hopefully I'll get off campus and go shopping, or just explore. Downtown Boston is pretty kickass. The end.
Sadly but predictably, classes and studying seem to take up most of my time. I think the professors here have a tendency to overcompensate for our almost-but-not-quite-Ivy-League-status. If the Ivys were cheerleaders, Tufts would be the dorky girl in glasses and pigtails who really, really wants to make the squad, except her boobs aren't big enough and her daddy's not rich. I'm perpetually in the middle of reading, writing papers, and memorizing shit in general. The memorizing shit part seems to have gotten a lot harder since high school, and I attribute this to the limited amount of space in my skull. I have a small head. Period. Biology, which is turning out to be more biochemistry than anything else, is particularly frustrating. Most everybody else in the class has a good background in science. They already know how non-polar and amphipathic molecules interact with water, but not me. CCAT wasn't too good at the science thing. We mostly watched movies. Once we watched two boys skin a deer and called it dissection, but that was basically it. I'm a little panicky.
My other classes are okay. International Relations is particularly fun, mostly because my professor is awesome. He gives lectures on stuff like "Anarchy and Death" and "Tragic Tradition vs Evil Tradition." So it's good. But a lot of work.
Life outside of class is crazy and endlessly interesting. The fencing team is a lot of fun, and a really good work out. My fat ass is somehow keeping up. Salsa has been okay so far, though I think it requires a bit more sexiness than I can handle. Work is stressful, as the restaurant is understaffed, and there's a 'learn from experience' mentality rather than actual employee training. Social life is improving, and there's rarely time when I'm alone. Thankfully, the days of someone leaning out of his car and yelling, "Freshmen!" as a group of us wander around campus late at night looking for a party are no more, becasue, well, we don't have to wander anymore. There's always stuff going on around campus, and by that I don't mean beer pong and hooka, though both are available. There's a homecoming a cappella concert tonight, for example, which I'm more excited about than the game, as Tufts football sucks. So yeah, this weekend should be fun. Hopefully I'll get off campus and go shopping, or just explore. Downtown Boston is pretty kickass. The end.