
February 4, 2010
So…happy birthday to my mom today, in case anybody was wondering! =)
In fact, today marks day number 4 at Marymount Manhattan College. I am a transfer student from Virginia and I’ve been involved with Marymount basically since I graduated high school…although I chose a college closer to home, for a multitude of reasons, I finally returned to where I really wanted to be, ready and rarin’ ta go on Monday, the first of February.
I had nothing to do until 4, which was a strange (but not unwelcome) break from my typical university schedule. I am so not a morning person. I have been trying to establish a ‘bedtime,’ a desperate attempt to regulate my sleep schedule, and I’d been failing terrifically since, well, about the same time as I’d vowed to determine one for myself. Which was a week. So, I set my alarm to wake up at 11, for no other reason than to prove to myself that I could. Turns out I couldn’t. =) So I woke up at 1 instead. It was a valiant effort though, I think. Anyway, so I thoughtfully picked out my artsy-ist outfit and hopped the subway an hour early. Of course, somehow, this one random time, I got every train as soon as I stepped onto the platform so I was half hour early to my 4:20 class. So, I checked my email, wandered the school, checked out my new home of sorts. Around 4:05 I walk past my room, to ensure that I actually know where it is, and conveniently find a cute, comfy little bench-type thing right outside the door. A class was still in session, or I would have been the nerd who arrives 15 minutes early to class. I have no friends yet. =) I’m new. So I waited…and waited…til around 4:17 when I was like, really? What are they doing in there? I re-check my schedule…again. Whoops, class started at 4. Awesome.
So, I walk in, trying not to look flustered and trying not to show the hatred I felt toward my idiocy, 17 minutes late to my first class, a dance culture class. The German professor didn’t look too happy and I didn’t feel too good about my future in that class.
I admit it, I spent the next hourish doing everything possible to suck up to him…I mean, I didn’t want those seventeen minutes to determine the rest of my college career! Fortunately for me, I was well-versed in the history of theatre, and with it, theatrical dance, so I think he likes me now. =)
Then, I had New Testament. I consider myself a big fan of Jesus. I am a devout follower of Christ and enjoy learning as much as I can about my ever-growing faith. So, I enrolled in the class- it fulfilled a requirement and I could stand to learn some things about the history of my Savior. I’m still not sure if I’m going to like it…it’s taught, obviously, in a very secular manner. Strictly as literature. I’m an open person, so I think I can handle it, but it will definitely be different for me, at the very least. But I’m learning to open myself up here at college…it’s a whole new ballgame in New York City than any other place I’ve been—and I’ve been a few places (my dad’s in the military). So…more developments on that class to come.
I think I went home Monday night…back to my roommate who just graduated from the school that I transferred from in Virginia, and who worked with me when we danced at Busch Gardens together this summer. I probably didn’t make bedtime that night either…I was dreading getting up at 7 for my 8:30 Environmental Science class…number one, I hate science, and number two, I hate mornings. It was bound to be bad. I should have given myself an hour, if not only to wake up, but I refused to get up at any earlier time than 7am. So, I had only a half hour before I had to go. I ran late, as usual, and rushed my bootie all the way from my apartment in Astoria to East 71st. I got there with 15 minutes to spare. I really wanted to introduce myself to everyone that was already in the class, but…well, I have no good explanation. I just didn’t. Perhaps I still wasn’t awake. Anyway, the class ended up being bearable and I think I’ll actually learn a lot. The professor is funny in a doesn’t-know-he’s-funny-and-talks-in-a-monotone type way. I appreciate understated humor. =) After that class, I had a good…um…eight hours til my next class, Public Speaking- a requirement. So, I visited the Nugent Lounge, chilled on the couch, struck up friendly conversation over Maury and Jerry Springer and Steve Wilkos with a couple of nice gals. Then, I went and dropped off some job applications at H&M and Aldo that I’d filled out. In H&M, I saw…GASP…Epperson! From last season’s Project Runway! That is the only show I’ve ever watched religiously. He was standing a good two feet away. I continued to nonchalant-ly ‘shop around’ while simultaneously sending a quick text to my old roommate in Virginia; attached was a horrendously sketch picture of the mannequins in H&M with Epperson in the lower left rifling through a clothes rack. Eventually I came back (oh yes, I left, walked a few blocks gathering courage, and returned for proof) and talked to him. He’s very nice! I got a picture, a Facebook invitation, and bragging rights for First Celebrity Sighting from my Virginia crew in NYC. =) Then I hung out with my best friend at the mall at Columbus Circle, after transferring seventy-two times on the subway and finally arriving. We saw the touch screen wine bar (aka the BAR itself was touch screen) and tried on some designer sunglasses at … some designer sunglass place. Then…
Public Speaking was fun-I like the professor, I don’t mind the class. I think I might actually make friends in there. I love classes where they force you to interact with each other. It’s so much easier. So…yeah, that’s gonna be fun. I like to publicly speak, and I have opinions on important issues, so I should be fine.
This is a long beginning entry. I’m sorry if you read it all, it wasn’t very exciting at all, but I figured I’d give you a taste of what first days can be like! Yay, Marymount! I’m very excited to start this semester. Being on my own in New York City has so much potential…I’ve been more adventurous than I ever have been, and I’m lovin’ it. =)