I know I shouldn't be writing this, but I'm bored so why the fuck not. That's a weird problem I've been facing lately, by the way. An abundance of free time. Time management is a whole new game in college, it seems. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I have Human Rights and Ways of Reading. Human Rights is an examination of social issues around the world, from LGBT rights in Russia to the political crisis in Syria, which seems pretty neat. Ways of Reading is all about literary criticism and different methods of analyzing literature, which seems okay, I guess. Then on Tuesdays I have to watch documentaries for Human Rights. Really depressing, graphic documentaries. And I have Fiction Writing Tuesdays and Thursdays.
So lately I have been trying desperately to fill the time gaps with clubs and socializing and exploring. Yesterday, for example, I went to a brony club meeting where we watched episodes of My Little Pony for two and a half hours. And I loved it. Other than that, I'll be participating in Common Ground, which is the LGBT club on campus, and the secular club, which is basically a club for atheists and agnostics that has guest speakers talk about evolution and the origins of life.
I've been exploring this town, just trying to get acquainted with it. I do that mostly alone. For example, yesterday I spent an hour in an antique store and found religious texts from 1804, which is the oldest I've ever found in an antique store before. I also found biographies of Lincoln from the 1880's, a book on star-gazing from the 1860's, and a bunch of other really cool books that I couldn't afford. Since I have no source of income anymore and can't seem to find a job on campus, I have to be very careful with my money. So when I come back for winter term in January with a replenished checking account, I'll splurge a bit more.
But yeah, my social life has improved. Not in the sense that I've met a ton of new people, but I'm getting closer to my suite mates. We have movie nights, go out to dinner every now and then, and just chill in the suite together. It's nice. I don't know how many other friends I'll make here. But it's not something I'm super concerned about, really. I'm okay with a small circle of friends. That's always how I've been. I haven't minded driving into town and walking the streets on my own, or roaming the campus alone. I've had opportunities to go to parties and passed them all up. I'm sure I'll wind up at a party at some point, but I doubt I'll enjoy it. I have zero interest in drinking or anything like that. If I do end up doing it, it'll be out of sheer boredom most likely.
I also don't really like my roommate. We get along well enough and I'm always polite to her, but...I don't know. I don't ever see us being best friends, which is fine with me. I can't really even give a good reason for not liking her, but I don't. But she's in my circle of suite friends, so I gotta get along with her.
My mom, her boyfriend, and my sister visited yesterday (I kinda wish her boyfriend hadn't come. He's a nice guy, but it would've been nice to spend the day with just my mom and sister). We went out to get lunch and my mom bought me a ton of groceries and it made me feel terrible because I wasn't sad when they left. I'm going through this weird thing. It's like...I'm not even sure I miss home, but I'm not completely at home here yet. I dunno. I'm not depressed or adjusting poorly or anything, I'm just in this weird in-between. Transitioning is strange.
So yeah. Also, I'm gonna make submissions to Catch, this award-winning literary magazine the college runs. Apparently it's a really elite magazine; only the very best submissions are published. Rejection is something I should probably learn while I'm here. I've hardly put myself out there as a writer and this would be a great opportunity. Problem is, I've gotten so rusty. This summer I didn't really write at all. So, I'm working on something right now but not feeling super confident about it. I don't know.
All in all, I'm doing fine. I can't tell you that I'm feeling at home, I can't tell you that I'm 100% certain this is where I belong, but I'm getting there.