Maybe 8/27/2001
Just to let anyone know who is reading my diary, I'm not trying to make you guys feel bad. Strawberry, you told me college was great because of what you knew from your past experiences. That's not your fault and please don't feel bad because I'm unhappy. Some people just aren't good at making friends.
My freshman forum class was awesome. There is no real curriculum, we just sit and talk about our experiences. Its supposed to help us transition into college life. The professor looks like Wesley Snipes, except the prof has bigger hair and a goate (sp?) I really like the people in that class. Thing is, I only have the class once a week for half a semester.
My religion class sucks. The lecture is huge and the girl next to me told me that this class is really difficult. I figured that this would be one of my easier classes. Maybe I should have taken bio...I heard bio was pretty easy. I was just terrified about taking two sciences, and a math, plus other courses. The girl I was sitting next to was really nice, but I don't think she's in my recitation and she already told me that she wants to switch out. The course is really hard...I have no idea what the guy was saying. Arrgghhh!! Can one thing go right??? I have an Oriental TA for my recitation. Not that I have anything against Orientals, but this one doesn't speak English too well.
I have anthro next and its also in another lecture hall. Then I have calculus which I'm downright terrified of...it's in an auditorium, but I have a recitation for that tomorrow. Then I have chem in an auditorium and a lab till 10 at night. This was my hardest day though...most days I only have two or three classes. On Friday I have one, which is good.
I miss my mom.
I haven't even been able to go to a party and relax yet. Syracuse is a monster drinking/frat party school and I have a roommmate who hates drinking and frat parties. Linda's older friend promised to take Linda to a frat party this weekend. I don't know if I'm invited. If I am invited I'm not sure I would go...after that Hillel thing, I'm leery of situations where I'll be the third wheel.
One of my fav diarists, Shy violet, went to college far away and then decided to transfer back home. She's much happier now. Maybe I should've stayed home for a year. Maybe I should've gone to UMass. Or RIT, where the boys would be banging down my door because it's 75% male. Maybe I shouldn't think so much.
My freshman forum prof told me that even though it doesn't seem like it now, these four years will zip by. I'm sorta wishing that was true right now.
Off to anthro...
Until later
Artist
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