The Magic of Mothers 8/25/2001
Is it me, or do mothers have some sort of magical power? I called my mother today. It didn't change my homesickness, or the problems I'm having with meeting people, but talking to her just made me stop crying. Actually, I started crying when I heard her voice, but you guys know what I mean. Just talking to her helped me. My sister was miserable her first semester in college, but she acted happy and hung out with people she disliked just so she wouldn't be alone. My mother told me that all of these people that are bouncing around may not be as happy as they seem. Not that I wish people unhappiness, but it would be nice if people were in the same boat as me.
Linda was asked to lunch by some guy named Eric. I have yet to get a guy to talk to me. So yeah, that doesn't make my day better. My mother told me that just because someone is in a relationship doesn't mean that everything is ok. She also told me that freshman boys tend to have big mouths; like, they'll go and brag to their friends what they did last night, whereas the older college boys are a bit more mature. She told me not to rush into anything because freshman boys "just want to get laid, not to be blunt."Not that I want anything bad to happen to someone else, it just made sense why I shouldn't get upset.
Today had one good thing--I have a quasi friend. Her name is Evelyn. People in Arts and Sciences have to meet with a student peer advisor and then we have to meet with a faculty advisor. I got to the meeting pace first because I was so terrified that I'd get lost and not find it. My SPA was really nice. She's also happens to be a biology major, which was helpful. Anyway, I really tried to talk to people. I started several conversations, but people couldn't be bothered. I met Eileen, the girl who stopped by my room two days ago. I tried to talk to her a few times, but she kept giving me one-word answers or nods. This one girl, who wouldn't continue a conversation with me, but bounced up to a blonde wearing a field hockey shirt ans started talking to her. What the hell? So during lunch, there was no more tables, so I sat with some curly-haired girl named Evelyn and some really quiet kid named Justin. Justin didn't talk to me too much, but Eveyln did. It was hard at first, but soon we just started talking. She helped me get my books today. I reserved books before I got here, so when I got here, they would be boxed and ready for me. Unfortunately, the book store people just gave me a box with school supplies in it so I had to go back.
I was informed by my faculty advisor that my schedule needed to be changed. All biology majors need to take calculus, chemistry, and biology in the same semester. You can't take any of these introductory courses next semester because they aren't offered. I was practically crying because if I take all of these, plus two other classes (all freshman have to take five classes their first semester) not only would I have less of a social life than what I have now, but I would fail because of the enormous amount of work. My mother said to take biology next year, even if I have to take it with freshmen, it doesn't matter. So I'm doing that.
Evelyn is supposed to meet me for dinner, but we'll see. I'm not getting my hopes up although she is a really nice person...or at least seems to be. Sara has dropped of the face of the earth. She doesn't say hello to me in the halls. I have no idea what's up with her. I guess my first impression was right; she didn't like me. Maybe Evelyn will turn out different...
Until later
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