2002-08-26 8:58 p.m. college, with my vagina

The first day of school always has the same feelings hooked around it, like when I was in third grade and we got to pick what desk we would have for the rest of the year. How did I sit in the same classroom all day every day for an entire school year? I guess we were doing a lot of coloring at the time. Anyway, the travel time to and from campus is a little longer than I thought, and I signed up for a class that I cannot attend until next week. These night classes that meet for three hours at a time are great, but the drawback of missing one is pretty obvious. Even the first one - especially the first one.

For some reason, I was obsessed with trying to determine who was a freshman and who was returning. I wasn't trying to stick it to the freshmen or anything, I was just curious. On the way back from tubing, Colin, Aaron and I had a thought-provoking conversation about incoming freshman. I realized that I'm not really interested in welcoming one to college with my vagina, but if I was a guy I'd be all over the frat parties. I think this is because I am used to what I consider a mostly female mentality of getting sex whenever I want it with the only restriction being my own moralities. This is also because I'm kind of an asshole and if I was a guy it would be really obvious but as a girl it is charming.

Now I'm just being silly. I completed registration into sixteen credit hours and am processing another degree audit transcript. I bought a bus pass for the month of September and a swimsuit, goggles and swim cap for my commitment to poolside fitness. I have a class at 9:15 tomorrow morning, and absolutely no money for books.