After spending my night blogging and going to sleep at four in the morning, I was not in the mood to wake up, showered, and be at the dining hall by 10 am. Instead, I woke up at 10 am, showered, and was at the dining hall by 10:40. I didn't realize that we all go as a group, and that some of the staff members were going crazy looking for me, even though they know what room I'm staying at.
Right after breakfast (even though I hadn't eaten I wasn't hungry at all) we all to a bus to the nearby mall (it was huge!) and everyone kinda migrated towards the Target store. What can I say? Low prices and good quality are my things now. I went all out and bought my college stuff. The plastic bags were HUGE, but there were only two. Nevertheless, there was very little room in the bus for every student to bring back enough junk food to feed a small country, so we were cramped inside. After this, we sped directly to The Fieldhouse, a self-proclaimed family fun center. I DID have fun over there. At first, we ate some really greasy pizza that I could feel was clogging my arteries as I took bites (wiping off the grease would be lame and I would FOREVER be known as the crazy Odwalla drinking, muesli-eating, hippie (even though I like those things...)).
Afterwards, we divided into groups of about eight or so, and engaged in an all out Yale freshman war between two groups at a time. No lie, but I completely dominated. I don't know exactly how one's score is tallied up (number of successful shots, accuracy, number of times one was shot...) but I had almost 8000 points while the other student in second place had less than 3000. Woot woot.
After that, we decided to play this game called "cyber sport," which is, in a nutshell, Fast and Furious on wheelchairs. We get on bumper cars and have lacrosse sticks, and aim to get the ball in one of the hoops on either sides of the court. It was amazingly fun and a lot harder than it looks.
I love Yale's endowment.
Then over pink lemonade that tasted like watered-down Crystal Light, I talked extensively with some other classmates of mine. It was so cool getting to know these regular people. After a while, we went back to the buses and headed back to New Haven. After taking both bags up to my room and setting up my bed, we went to dinner (I was on time now!) and walked with my roommate to the next activity. While chatting, we both said that we still couldn't believe that we're out of high school, away from our families, and this school is our own for the next four years. It really is daunting looking up at the old-architecture, gothic, Hogwarts-esque buildings and walking by them as a student rather than visitors.
We then go to this activity called "Journey Maps," where we have a huge piece of butcher paper and we write or draw out things that have shaped our identity. We had complete liberty to choose whatever methods we wanted to convey this in. After this activity, we were free to do as we pleased, and I wandered over to a circle of about 30 students. They were playing a game with the word "ninja" in its name. It consisted of people lunging at the nearest person's hands, only with one movement at a time. The person being "attacked" could also dodge, but was only alloted one movement as well. Everyone had a chance to lunge at another person once during a "round." It's much less complicated than it sounds.
After four matches of that game (I never won), I went upstairs to take a power nap in my dorm. I was exhausted. Afterwards, I went downstairs at around 11:30 pm and attempted to organize a dance party with this other girl from California. We turned up the volume to Pitbull and Kanye, but no one was feeling it. The small group we had gathered decided to put on some other ghetto songs and were dancing just like how you would except Yale freshman/ex-valedictorians to dance (They were also 100% East-coasters or Midwestern people. I'm just saying...) I then talked to this girl who approached me about painting, and it turns out we both really enjoy oil painting! She is also crazy about graphic design and TYPOGRAPHY, so I know we'll be really good friends. I talked with her for about 45 minutes. She is a really chill person.
Finally, we had at around 1:30 am, we had a guitar jam session. Two of the staff aids and a group of about 12 freshmen sat on the steps outside our dorms and played songs from The Beatles, Death cab for Cutie, and even No Doubt. Feeling like my day was awesome and nothing could stop me, I decided to play "Everlong" by Foo Fighters, all the while not forgetting to present my crutches (I haven't had any formal singing, I just started learning guitar...). Needless to say, it was not a hit. No one sang along. They didn't know the Foo Fighters! Who doesn't know the Foo Fighters!? It was awkward to say the least. I cut it short. The guy who was playing the guitar played a large number of songs for us, and we sang along. Finally, somebody asked him to play "Viva La Vida" by Coldplay, and he didn't know. Heh heh. I knew this would come in handy someday... I then said calmly, "Oh, I know how to play that song." I came to the rescue and it was amazingly awesome. I also recounted my story about playing with Weezer in their Hootenanny. It was a hit. We were looking so chill that the cop patrolling Yale stopped by us and asked us if he could sing along. We told him he could, and soon he was playing the guitar himself.
I then retired to my room to write this blog, another late night. But it was awesome. Much better than what I expected. I got past my nervousness today and had an awesome day at Yale. Hey, I knew it was going to happen all along.
:)
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Love you Kiks!
Did no one know Nirvana either!?!?
<3 mari
This is a great blog Francisco! Keep it up! Though, I would like you to get more sleep :(
it was only a matter of time...
ppsshhh yea right, I'm surprised they aren't in love with you by now.
i miss you crazy =(
anyways I'm glad you're having fun at Yale so far.continue to surprise them with your AWESOMENESS!
btw: i agree. WHO THE HECK DOESN'T KNOW THE FOO FIGHTERS?!?
oh, and you're going to be my "tour-guide" and place to crash when I go visit Yale, k?! =)
-keep on writing these "gangstah blogs",
Erika G. =D