The following blog will consist of occasional posts by me about my life at college in the east coast. Although there might be long intervals between posts, I plan to continue doing this throughout my entire first year. Not everything will be interesting, but it's my life.
[ooh, that last phrase sounded like a TV-intro!]
After packing the entire night, and finally going to sleep at 3 a.m., I woke up to my phone's alarm two hours later. It's hard to decide whether it's my chronic procrastinator practices coming through, or if
I should blame it on my latino culture's tendency to leave things until the last moment. Whatever the cause, I woke up, strangely devoid of any butterflies or other disgusting insects in my stomach.
Soon followed goodbye no1. I had to hug Gaby, Emmanuel, and Kassandra goodbye. I consoled them by telling them that we'd talk everyday and use webcam, but I was really trying to console myself. We put my luggage in the car, and I drove to SFO Int'l airport.
While checking in, I had to lug both suitcases to the scale to get weighed. In the end, I had to pay $90 for the luggage that I checked in. My dad was parking the car, but got lost, so he decided to come back to the terminal before I entered the security check. Then came goodbye no2.
My mom and I shed some tears, but we didn't cry. I told my parents that I loved them, that they've taught me well, and they nodded, knowing that I would do my best to be alright. I also hugged Teresa, my younger sister, and we agreed that she would webcam with me every morning so she could get my approval on the outfits she would wear to school (she goes to high school now; no uniforms...).
Then my parents walked to the car, and they looked back at me as I walked away. This part really sucked. I had the hugest, nastiest lump in my throat, and I know this is stupid, but I wanted them to say, "You don't have to go. Stay!" But I'm going to college! It's going to be awesome! Right?
Steering away from my new college student jitters, as well as my teen-angst-like-sadness, I'll talk about my arrival. I arrived at JFK at 4:05 p.m. and got a shuttle to New Haven. It was so annoying. After 45 minutes of going to different terminals at JFK, we finally got OUT of that airport and drove INTO La Guardia to pick up other passengers. We then embarked on a three-hour journey to drop off everyone before leaving me at Phelp's Gate. The driver was also about to leave me at some random CT Limo stop in the middle of nowhere, New Haven. I gave him no tip.
I was greeted by a staff member from the pre-orientation program that I am attending. I dropped off my luggage (I was late, by the way), and I walked into a room full of incoming freshmen. The door inside was at the front of the classroom, so I had to interrupt the the pre-orientation staff from telling the freshmen about themselves. I walked from the front of the classroom to the near-back rows with everyone's attention on me. Intimidating.
After that part of the program, I got my luggage and lugged it four stories up to my room. The rooms suck. They are tiny. But, hey, let's hear some optimism. They are cozy, and will make my roommate and me closer. The common room is awesome! (This latter statement is actually true; they have a fireplace and an awesome window seat). After an ice-cream social, we went our separate ways. I went with a small group of students to a pizzeria and a small market-place. (It is argued that pizza was actually invented in New Haven... It's better here). I went back to my room, set up my wireless connections through my computer, and although it is almost 3 in the morning, I'm unable to sleep. So I started this blog.
I'm ready for college. I know I am. But there is also a transition between living your home life and packing everything into two large, 360-degree-swiveling suitcases and moving across the country. I'm in that transition now. But I'll get over it. I'll make these the best four years of my life.
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