Labor Day Weekend

Hello anyone who happens to be reading this!

It's Labor Day weekend....that means no one is here.

Well barely anyone is here.

I wasn't quite sure what to talk about today until well yesterday. Here is the story okay.

I was lying in bed watching Law and Order SVU, wearing my pj's, and just spending time winding down.
I heard this really loud "WOOOOO" in the hallway. Now being in college and in a dorm, I just thought it was someone being obnoxious. But then I heard it again so I opened my door. What I heard was "There is an emergency. All occupants must vacate the building." I think I had a heart attack. Oh my gosh. I was freaking out. I grabbed my keys, phone, and shoes, and I ran out the door. Well walked really fast. I went straight to the staircase and joined the other students on our way out of the building. While we were going down the stairs it smelled like food. (Trust me that's not just useless knowledge.) I was outside standing with a couple of girls who live on my floor when we were told to go to the parking lot. That's what freaked me out really. I mean if it wasn't real and just a drill I don't think they would have done that. But still there were doubts. I overheard one girl say there might have been a fire in the building next to ours but I wasn't sure. While we were out there I noticed there was a guy in just a towel and had shaving cream on and just wow seriously that would suck. That would really suck. When we were allowed back in the building I overheard a building staff member say that there was a microwave fire. 

Well that was the highlight of the evening really. 

Today I did laundry for like an hour and a half. The exciting life of a college student you know. 

I'll tell you if anything interesting happens. Or maybe I'll start thinking a lot. Who knows. 

The Beginning

Hello to anyone that comes across this blog. 

Today was my third day of college.

I know a strange day to start writing this but I was thinking "hey I'll make a post on Wednesdays and Saturdays." So here I am.

Of course this wasn't necessarily of my own free will...it's for my English class. The thing is I really like blogging. I like talking about anything and everything. I'm just a talker. It's as simple as that.  

So with that being said I'm going to talk about the past few days, my professors, and the people I've had the pleasure of talking to. 

First of all my school has a program called "Advantage." Advantage is a freshman orientation program. I did not just start classes on Monday. Advantage went on for four days and on Monday classes started for everyone on campus. During advantage freshmen have a class called "freshman seminar." Now this class isn't only in advantage, we also have it for the rest of the trimester, but it is the only class we take during those four days.  My professor for that class has probably the most average name I have ever heard. Matthew Johnson. Seriously. I'm not making this up. He is pretty nice and such but nothing about him really stood out to me. In that class I met a lot of people. A few that I talk to. I don't have anyone's number but some have mine...but no texts or anything....I'm not going to dwell on that. My roommate is extremely nice and easy to get along with so that's great.

On Monday I just about had a panic attack. I was freaking out and pacing in my dorm room. The first class of the day happened to be at 11 practically all the way across campus. My English class. I feel the urge to put this disclaimer because I feel like it will sound like I'm sucking up but no I am not sucking up in any way. I'm just saying how I feel/felt. I seriously love my English professor. I can tell that I will never have any problems approaching him. He reminds me a lot of my sister. They seem to like the same things. I haven't found out if he likes David Bowie yet and the story behind this statement is for another day entirely. I really got off track okay. My second class was Fundamentals of Math. Math for basically first through sixth grades. If it isn't obvious now I am an elementary education major. I love my professor. She is really easy to get involved with...That probably sounded weird...I mean I can speak up in her class. I need to be able to do that. It's just important to me. My third class was Geography. A packed class with no open seats and probably about 60 students. Not at all what I'm used to. I don't like the size at all. From what I can tell I do like the professor. He's very...strange I guess. I mean that in the best way possible. The next class after that is in the fine arts building. A very very far distance. On the way there I met a girl who has geography and enjoyment of music (my next class) with me. We decided we should be late buddies because if one of us is going to be late might as well be late together. I talked to her for a long time. Her major is elementary ed and special education. I also found out other details maybe I should ask her before I put them online...Anyway that was my Monday. Every class right in a row. 

Tuesdays are very kind to me. I only have two classes. One of them is freshman seminar so I don't even need to talk about that and the other is speech basically. I'm really nervous. I'm not a good speaker. I mean I am but I'm not. Not when I've practiced it. It really should be the other way around....but it isn't. Luckily my professor is pretty much awesome from what I can tell. So I plan on working with him a lot...a lot a lot. 

I think this is where I will conclude my first blog post...well for classes. 

Until Saturday you can find me on tumblr. I spend my free time socializing on the internet really...Maybe that's bad...okay