I'm in college now.
Why aren't you?

I really have too much to say to type; my hands would get sore. Suffice it to say that I've met many people, and they're awesome. My roomate is somewhat anti-social, but I have the magical power of being able to get along with nearly anyone, so we get along fine. I had a math recitation this morning, two of my lecture classes (polisci344 and intro to sociology), and my freshman seminar class (a fine arts credit where a small group of freshmen go out to plays, lectures, operas, etc. and then discuss them). I'll summarize my evaluation:
Math- Teacher has a cool accent. I think he's from Africa somewhere. Like South Africa or Kenya. Rather a dry, dry person, but seems to be a good teacher. Takes it slow, goes step-by-step. Class is approx. 30 people.
PoliSci- Teacher is not visiually appealing, but he studies terrorism, and that's cool. I like his style. Class has about 50 people.
Sociology- Teacher is well dressed and he has a bit of a lisp. TA's are cool. Class size is about 250-300. I wanted to shoot myself in the face. INCREDIBLY easy course laid out, and the teacher tried to elicit some sort of interaction or response from the students with a couple of questions: the room was dead. I ended up answering most of the stuff, because no one else would TALK, and there was just this silence. And they weren't hard questions. "Name two problems in the United States today." "..." and then some kid in the back of the room says "Immigration", and I'm like "ok, we're all dumb in one sense of the word or another in here, clearly". Then he took my answer, "poverty". After discussing immigration a little bit, he asked "ok, what's wrong with poverty?", and I laughed, because it was a funny thing to say. No one else laughed. I think I'm a bit ahead of the standard 18 year old humor curve, maybe. I didn't think it was that complex of a joke. Still, I don't think this class requires me to even exist in a coporeal form, really.
Freshman Seminar- Teacher is actually a dance teachers and constantly corrects herself after calling us all "dancers" ("Ok, danc- people, everyone take one of these and pass the stack around.") I wish she'd just call us dancers. That'd be cool. I'll ask her to do so next week. Class size is 15. There are 4 males. There are several partituclarly attractive girls. This course, effecively, requires me to go on dates with a dozen girls every week. I can work with that.

My room smells sort of funky right now. Last time this happened, it turned out it was because I left my running shoes in my room and left the door closed. I keep those in the garage now, so my current theory is that something died under the cluttered junk that mom thinks I need for college. I estimate I have some 25Kg of unnessecary material that mother has just put in my room. I don't understand it. She also compiled a rediculous first aid kit for me, which is more like a portable medicine cabinet. I wish she'd just spent all the extra money on Pens.

Meanwhile, I've realized that all of my other friends from high school are staying in state and will see each other on weekends and on sick days. Over the course of the school year, I have three breaks to come home for. I will never see this people again. Which is just as well, because I think they were plotting to kill me.

I also won't see them next summer, because I'll be in New York working for Aunt Toni. I'm hopeful that, over the months I'll be there, I'll figure out an excuse to go to the new London office. So far, all I've got is that I can go be a translator, because I speak the language. It might work. But I'll keep thinking, in case that plan fails for some reason...