it is quite

ridiculous that this is the second post on this blog FOR THE YEAR.

it is absurd.

What is playing on my radio!??!?!?! it just started playing rap... on a circa survive cd?

yes. a bonus track.

Switch to the dead weather.

Today was my very first day of class at Bama. So... many things.

Weird to be at such a huge school. I just sat outside watching a hundred

people cross the street at a time.

Great to be in classes of my major, so much opportunity.

Fun to be walking everywhere.

Strange to feel alone in such a crowd. I am intimidated to meet people,

but where do I start??

Nice to know that no matter what I do/wear/listen to/like/don't like, the level of acceptance

or just ignoring thingsis so high here, anything goes...

I am a speck though. I need... something. A niche? A club? A something.

But my mass communications professor looks like Val Kilmer at 28 years old.

It was very entertaining.

have a good evening, friend.

I'm having a hard time.

right now.

all the restrictions and rules and regulations here at school are getting to me.

and i guess i should put into practice my submission and authority class, and "enjoy" the humbling experience.

I guess I'm not one for micromanagement and notarized excuses from your mother to miss a chapel to have a job.

or sleep early on monday nights or sign out on mondays.

curfew. cafeteria. call your mother to ask permission for things.

i should be able to put my pride and the rebellion (that is called witchcraft) under enough to not get really upset by these rules or annoying Inconveniences.

yet i am distressed and really angry and then feel sick and can't sleep, which is very very odd.

yeah i just had to write because i was frustrated/offended/mad/upset/sad/sick in about 5 minutes.

and i don't want to be that person that rebels.

because that wouldn't be a problem on their part, even if they are kind of douche-y about their rules,

it would be a problem on my part...

for not submitting to (God-placed) authority in my life (that does, technically, have some reason for their rules, even if I don't agree)

for having a bad attitude

and for sinning, just because I'm angry.

sigh.

Its just really

hard to be a

decent human

being.

Oh, Are you?

Indeed, I am.

at ORU.

Which is very very strange.

It really just keeps hitting me over and over. I'm not just visiting.

I live here.

Weird, I know.

Obviously, it's not Tulsa that is strange to be in, because I've been here for two years coming up next week, but ORU is its own little world. People can go to school here and never leave campus (that would be boring, but whatever).

However, I love it.

As in wake up everyday way before my classes start, walk outside with some ethereal sound in my skullcandy (headphones) and head ever so slowly to my (for the most part) delicious breakfast. Then off to class- stimulating, interesting, challenging classes. Thank you, God! My professors are awesome. Each one is so talented and passionate in his (her) field that it is again challenging to keep up, but so interesting, I am hanging on every word (and writing down all the ones I don't know). I love that the professors (I wrote teachers and had to backspace... We're in college now.) are exactly what I had in mind. My biology instructor is a wonderful, older man who has been at ORU for a hundred years and knows so much, and his hair is a little bit crazy and he has to come back to earth and stop the technical jargon every now and then. My Comp 102 professor, who has a doctorate in English, so Dr. Professor is everything an English teacher should be, an art loving liberal, whose vocabulary stuns my language ability, whose jokes are ingenious puns and ironic expressions. Then he sits there smirking. (I love it. I try not to laugh too hard in the back of the class.)

The class sizes range from 15-100. The classrooms are cool, just because I like the whole college set-up rather than desks in rows with assigned seats, high school, etc.

I do not love the cafeteria. Not because it is or isn't good. I don't like it because it is a cafeteria. You must use a tray or you will drop everything. And you may very well still drop everything. And Everyone will see. I think something happened to me in grade school that has made me wary of these large dining halls....

I like my dorm. For all my fighting and uncertainty, I am very pleased with it. The size of the room is Much larger than I expected; my roommate is super cool, and we get along very well. The people on my floor are awesome; I'm finally getting to know them-- I hid in my room for a little bit there....

Oh and I am really enjoying my humanities class and am really looking forward to the projects, which will hopefully include a swing dance. Yay.

There is more. But I must run to work. Much love!