What a Life

As I write this, I sit in my posh, apartment-style living quarters in the ghetto of FSU. Two days in Tallahassee, it's already been a whirlwind of unexpected, sometimes startling moments:

My family and I had originally planned on leaving around 9 am Wednesday, but instead we headed out at 6:30 am with my sister and her friend in tow. It seems the hurricane has no respect for travel plans so we thought we'd get an early start. When I got to Rogers and unlocked the door to my room, my soon-to-be roommate promptly and bluntly informed me that there was no possible way I could live there since she had paid for a single room. After seeking aid at the front desk and confronting her problems, I decided (and thankfully the hall supervisor agreed) that I should transfer rooms to avoid my would-be roommate at all costs.

The room isn't new or even clean. But it has a small living/dining area, a kitchenette, bathroom, and large closet in the bedroom. It needs more work, but a little decorating and strenuous scrubbing may make it mildly charming.

I spoke with a man selling posters in the Union about his jail days (he only committed minor infractions, he assured me). I went to see a French Boys' Choir with a friend I randomly met this summer and who just happens to attend the church my favorite teacher, Dr. Shaftel, attends. I met a girl who is quite possibly in my Hebrew class this semester. I got locked out of my residence hall sometime after midnight last night and trekked around the entire building seeking an open door until a confused student let me in. I bought 13 books for my classes and walked cross-campus at least 3 times so far. And I inexplicably found it impossible to get internet in the room. After about an hour of trouble-shooting, a friend recommended I restart the computer.

Voila! Here I am now, enjoying the intrigue of the virtual world.

If my year is anything like the past two days, it's bound to be interesting.