First Night 8/23/2001
It's my first night and I am more terrified than I have ever been. It's more terrifying than my Carnegie Mellon program or my George Mason program because this time it's for real. No going home to my familiar h.s. and my comfy room at home at the end of six weeks or six days. This is for real. There is no more high school, and my room at home is no longer really my own.
Linda seems nice. I haven't seen too much of her. We were both busy unpacking and at four thirty, I left Syracuse to eat dinner with my parents one last time at the hotel. I came back and it was a totally changed dorm. Groups of kids were hanging out together, music was blasting, people were holding mini parties in their rooms. I feel like I missed something. A big something. It's my first day here and I'm already out of the loop. Linda already met a buddy and is currently out to dinner with her. I missed the first floor meeting. There is currently an ice cream social outside, but I'm too much of a p*y to go out there by myself. I'm always more comfortable when I'm with someone else, or a group of people.
It's my first night here and I'm going to sleep at 9:17. It's like someone read my list of fears and is making them come true. The scary realization is that I'm the one making them come true and I can't make myself stop.
Phobia of the Day: Asthenophobia- Fear of weakness
Until later
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