College. Just the word stirs the hearts of teenagers. Attending college for only a little over a week, I can honestly say that it might very well be similar to how you may or may not imagined it.
Highly specific. I know.
The truth is, I really can't say. And not in the IknowalreadybutIdon'twantyoutoknow way. I simply have had very few run-ins with the extremely socially-centered groups. A lot of my friends in college are people from my high school (this sounds extremely provincial, but my friends are a group of intellectual/nerdy folk). The few nice people I have met for the first time...well, the one or two people that have introduced themselves to me, we'll see how they all turn out. That sounded shady. We'll see how our relationships turn out? We'll see if they don't shoot me in the face the next time they see me.
As a means of getting back into dance (not to brag, but I like to brag that I have 12 years of dancing experience. I am a diva), I tried the university's Ballroom club's free lessons last night. Welearned attempted the waltz and the tango. The club considerately gave everyone mints when we signed in at the door, knowing that in partner dancing, there is very little personal space between yourself and your partner. Mmm. A few of my partners definitely missed the Altoid box. There was a few mysterious cases of wandering hands. Especially from shorter guys. I will soon be auditioning for some other dance groups now that band is no longer owner and devourer of my soul taking up most of my schedule. Perhaps I shall become fit again. Seeing as how I get to easily excited by the sight of bareskin (roommate says I may have a problem) and wish to observe go swimming soon.
And, I miss bonbon. Missing home - that is another post for another day.
Highly specific. I know.
The truth is, I really can't say. And not in the IknowalreadybutIdon'twantyoutoknow way. I simply have had very few run-ins with the extremely socially-centered groups. A lot of my friends in college are people from my high school (this sounds extremely provincial, but my friends are a group of intellectual/nerdy folk). The few nice people I have met for the first time...well, the one or two people that have introduced themselves to me, we'll see how they all turn out. That sounded shady. We'll see how our relationships turn out? We'll see if they don't shoot me in the face the next time they see me.
As a means of getting back into dance (not to brag, but I like to brag that I have 12 years of dancing experience. I am a diva), I tried the university's Ballroom club's free lessons last night. We
And, I miss bonbon. Missing home - that is another post for another day.
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