Well, it’s day two of the orientation time before classes start, and it’s just beginning to set in. I made it a pretty early night tonight, on account of the fact that my feet/head/body are killing me at the moment, but I thought I’d check in with everybody here before I go to sleep. In my bed. In my dorm room. In college. Where I am right now.
Anyway, a few thoughts on life so far:
I actually like my roomate, which I understand is a pretty rare event. But don’t worry, all you nay-sayers out there, because there’s chances for conflict here. We have pretty much nothing in common, for one thing. He’s a basketball playing, slightly homophobic cool guy, wheras I’m pretty much just a self-defacing wiseass who couldn’t care less whether you’re gay or straight.
Our biggest discreapancy, of course, would have to be the drinking thing. I don’t drink/smoke or whatever, whereas if he had got to all of the parties he’s looked for in the last two days, he would have died of alcohol poisoning before I could unpack my computer. It’s not an issue at the moment, though, since I don’t mind that he drinks, as long as he’s not an asshole about it, and vis versa, and we should do fine sharing a room.
Which, of course, brings me to the room. We’ve been both blessed and cursed by having a room in the basement of our building, Bonnycastle. The plus side? There are only six guys sharing an entire bathroom. It’s also much cooler down here. The downside? Nobody knows we exist. Every time I tell someone where I live, they give me a blank stare and say something to the effect of “Whoa, there’s a basement in here?”
We’re all a bit isolated down here.
And then, of course, there’s the fact that the University of Virginia is (surprise, surprise) chalk full of Virginians. As far as I can tell, I am not only the only representative of my city in my entire class, but of my entire state. I actually had to tell someone where Pittsburgh was. The Southerners have claimed this school as their own, for obvious reasons, and it’s pretty apparent that I’m an outsider.
Following the uniformity trend, so many people look the same here it’s creepy. My entire floor but for one guy is made up of tall skinny white boys, and two guys on the floor are named Dan. That means that 33% of the people on my floor are named Dan. Freaky. I just wish they were roomates. UVA is supposed to be fairly diverse and everything, but I’m not seeing it. Maybe I just need to get out of the basement, and into the harsh daylight. Which is very harsh down here, in fact. About 90 degrees with high humidity harsh. And no air conditioning.
But, now that I’ve written all this out, I begin to realize that I really could care less about all these little problems, because, holy crap. I’m in college. The rest of my life began yesterday, and now I guess I’ve gotta keep going with it. Oh, and what’s this “class” thing that everybody keeps saying starts on Wednesday?