Chronicle Number 2: Do Not Expect This Much Lindsay All the Time.

No, I am not going to update this everyday. The way I see it, that would be almost as annoying to you as it would be to me. However, this is the second day of classes, and I haven't been here that long, so a lot is happening.

As a college freshman, I am using many new words! No, those of you out there with bad, bad minds, these are not curse words. (Although I have decided to use "Shish-kabob" as a pseudo curse word. Its fun to say. Go on, "Oh, shish-kabob") Sadly, the main new word I've been using is "Gaak!" Yes, the exclamation point is a must. Such as getting on the bus yesterday and passing my turn. GAAK!

Such as taking a wrong turn walking to calculus and ending up behind Sanford Stadium. Now, I do hold that it would have been a short-cut. Except for the small obstacle of the GIANT BUILDING IN THE WAY. You guessed it. GAAK!

Such as my history telling me that the books were relatively cheap, and me going to the bookstore and seeing the actual amount. GAAK!

But despite the presence of frequent "GAAK!"s, most of my classes were okay... if slightly mind-numbing. I'm sure this will not be the case when we really get into new stuff, instead of "hey, let's say our names and talk about the syllabus again."

French was interesting, if at times heart stoppingly terrifying. I got to class just a little late, but didn't walk in alone, which was good. Of course, once we actually started talking, things got double plus ungood.

PROFESSOR DU FRANCAIS: I will start each lesson with a question. *speaking really fast* Que est-ce que tu a fais au weekend? (What did you do this weekend?) *stares straight at our heroine*
HEROINE: GAAK! J'ai joue au "frisbee" avec mes copains... (I played frisbee with my friends)
FRENCH DUDE: Tout le weekend? (All weekend?)
HEROINE: GAAK! Non? ...
FRENCH DUDE: *stare stare stare*

Finally, he stare stare stared at someone else. Which was actually quite funny. I will now begin writing french in italics.

FRENCH DUDE: *staring at other guy* What did you do this weekend?
OTHER GUY: I moved in.
FRENCH DUDE: Did you come by car?
OTHER GUY: Chicago.

Yes, he did actually say "Chicago." Obviously, he had thought the teacher asked him where he was from. Anywho, this launched said teacher off into a loooong story about how anticipating questions was bad, and how he had an aunt who was deaf- well now he was sort of deaf too so students would have to speak up- but she had anticipated questions and she would have a completely different answer than the question called for and by the way some people are selectively deaf, like his grandfather who heard his uncle ask if he was a fool and slapped him upside his head which really hurt the uncle but serves him right for calling his father a fool.

Aren't summaries fun?

After that class, the "turning the wrong way and saying "GAAK!"" episode happened. Calculus was just calculus, I had it yesterday, so I don't think I need to elaborate. Though I think it might be bad that I think my teacher is adorable, in a funny, geeky way. He was telling us about his 5 year old daughter, and how he wished she would stop playing with dolls and start playing with numbers. (He was kidding.) But he paces a lot and writes down whatever comes into his head on the board.

The I ate lunch, then laid about, then went to history, which I will love. I've pretty much decided I'm changing to double major in Microbiology/History.

Then I bought books, (GAAK!) and ate again (a lot of eating at college) then went to a pj party in the Myers lobby. Fun.

So, there is an absurdly detailed summary of my day. Please don't be too annoyed, I promise that this will not happen all the time.

BTW, Snelling Dining Hall chocolate mousse- made of awesomeness.