Today wasn't a great day.
I woke up in time for breakfast, but I ate by myself because it was too early to be "courageous" and ask to sit with a group.
I had history class (my first class on A days, which are typically Monday and Wednesday), and I like the teacher so far. I think he'll really help me appreciate Europe, as he's already helped me appreciate Gaming itself more. However, we had a five minute in-class break to "stretch" (I hate these little breaks in long talks - I just want to get it over with) and I talked to the girl sitting next to me, that the super friendly girl in front of me introduced me to right before class began. I'm not sure why, but the conversation with the girl sitting next to me kinda upset me for the rest of the day. She wasn't snobby or anything, but didn't seem authentic in the conversation and seemed to be looking around for other people to talk to.
Blow one to my inflated ego.
We got out of class about ten minutes early, and I was pretty discouraged going back to the room. It's funny/weird how one little thing like that can make me such a baby. Anyways, I thought I had about half hour before my next class, so I piddled around, then eventually left ten minutes early so I could find my class and be in it early.
It was strangely quiet in the halls as I walked to class, and I saw some other classes in session as I walked by. I didn't panic right away - I found my classroom, opened the thick door, and found myself staring at a professor paused in the middle of his lecture, staring back at me. I closed the door pretty confused - maybe that class was getting out really late? Then I double checked my book, and sure enough, I was twenty minutes late to class.
Drat.
Since it's a big offense to miss class (though I wouldn't have missed it anyways), I opened the door again and walked into class, found a chair as quickly as I could, with as much elegance as I could muster (which wasn't much)
Blow two to my inflated ego.
The class was philosophy, and they were already in the middle of the discussion, so I had no clue what the heck was going on. I reached into my bag to pull out a pencil and realized that I had forgotten it again, so I had to ask the guy sitting a chair to the side of me if he had a pen or pencil I could borrow.
Blow three to my inflated ego.
The guy was really nice, and gave me the pen he was using, saying he didn't need it because he was "really good at remembering." So I took the pen, but I saw him use his friend's pen several times in class to write down a few things. Oops.
The professor is Irish, very nice and quiet, very handsome, and also, unmarried. I almost felt bad for him.
Since I had missed the first twenty minutes of class, I was pretty confused, but whatever I made out was pretty interesting. I'm worried that I'm too much a scatter brain for philosophy, and not good at understanding abstract things, but I'm still looking forward to it. I hope it will help my dimwittedness.
The guy that let me borrow his pen kept sniffling his nose during class, so against my better judgement, I finally reached into my bag and offered him my wad of toilet paper. I thought he would be disgusted, but he politely took one piece to wipe his nose. His nose sounded SUPER stuffy (it started making my nose feel stuffy, and I just wanted him to blow it all out, dang it man!), but he didn't use the rest. It was pretty comical, but my deflated ego couldn't help deflating a little more.
At one point during class, Professor McNamara had to wipe the board, but he didn't have an eraser. He asked if anyone had any tissues he could use, so the guy offered the toilet paper. As he was giving it to the professor, he looked at me and said "It has two uses!", so I wouldn't feel bad. I couldn't help laughing to myself though, because that toilet paper definitely had more than two uses.
After class, I went to Mass with Krista, and let's just say I can't wait to figure out how to visit Kristin so I can get some sort of refreshment on Sundays now and then.
Krista and I then went to the Mensa, where we got our food, then awkwardly stood amidst a rush of people, trying to figure out where and who were we going to eat with it.
Somehow or another, I ended up sitting at a table with Monika, her two LCI friends (Iryna and Veronika), and three other girls. I didn't feel particularly warm and fuzzy towards the other girls, though they were nice enough, and I tried to make some conversation with them.
The LCI students, however, particularly Iryna, were super funny and were asking all about meals. They thought the idea of a PB&J sandwich was weird, and loved the idea of Thanksgiving dinner. I walked back to my room with Irnya, and she gave me one of her composition books when I mentioned I needed to buy some at Gertrudes. She was super sweet and funny, and was so happy when we parted, that she shook my hand! It was the funniest thing how she was so excited, and put her hand out to shake mine to show how excited she was.
When Krista got back to the room, we set out to Gertrude's to get the books. We found it was closed for another hour (the Gaming shops close for two or three hours in the middle of the day for lunch), so we piddled around. We found the bakery, got some sweet pastry thing there that even Krista liked (and she doesn't like doughnuts! scandal, I know!), and waited in the rain for that hour. Once we got our books, Krista had to hurry to class, so I read some of my history homework, than my deflated ego decided to reward its patheticness with an hour nap.
After Krista's class, we went to dinner, and I had pork and these weird noodle things that were really good and tasted (but didn't look like) Grandma Long's noodles. Because Krista had a good day socializing but felt done with talking to people, and because I was still feeling sorry for myself, we ate by ourselves.
Dinner done, I spent the next couple hours reading history and a bit of Plato in the tea kitchen while listening to some Gregorian chant to make me feel more at home (plus Fr. Shell said it's good to listen to). While I was in the kitchen, the super friendly girl from my history class walked in to wash some dishes. We started talking a little bit about classes, then ended up talking for about twenty-five minutes about random things. It was really nice and the girl was very welcoming - she kinda reminded me of Emily.
I'm trying to "discipline myself" and get in to some sort of schedule that Fr. Shell says I need (ya feel me, John? ;)) so I'm trying to make it a regular thing where on school nights at nine, I go to the Kartrause and pray the Rosary.
It usually takes me a long time to pray the Rosary by myself, because my mind rambles all over the place, but when I was almost done, I heard some people singing the Salve Regina in the back of the church. I quickly finished, then walked out to talk to them once they had finished.
They seem like a nice couple, and when I asked that if they also make their Rosary/Salve Regina time a regular thing, if I could join them, they were really nice and said yes (but they're not sure if they're always going to do it at that time/that place)
So I come back to the room, my ego still pretty deflated, but feeling better for having heard them sing. I'm trying to get over my self pity and offer it to God, but I'm a big baby, so keep praying for me please!
Now I'm going to try to get to sleep on time, so I can be all bright eyed and chirpy tomorrow. Wish me luck.
I woke up in time for breakfast, but I ate by myself because it was too early to be "courageous" and ask to sit with a group.
I had history class (my first class on A days, which are typically Monday and Wednesday), and I like the teacher so far. I think he'll really help me appreciate Europe, as he's already helped me appreciate Gaming itself more. However, we had a five minute in-class break to "stretch" (I hate these little breaks in long talks - I just want to get it over with) and I talked to the girl sitting next to me, that the super friendly girl in front of me introduced me to right before class began. I'm not sure why, but the conversation with the girl sitting next to me kinda upset me for the rest of the day. She wasn't snobby or anything, but didn't seem authentic in the conversation and seemed to be looking around for other people to talk to.
Blow one to my inflated ego.
We got out of class about ten minutes early, and I was pretty discouraged going back to the room. It's funny/weird how one little thing like that can make me such a baby. Anyways, I thought I had about half hour before my next class, so I piddled around, then eventually left ten minutes early so I could find my class and be in it early.
It was strangely quiet in the halls as I walked to class, and I saw some other classes in session as I walked by. I didn't panic right away - I found my classroom, opened the thick door, and found myself staring at a professor paused in the middle of his lecture, staring back at me. I closed the door pretty confused - maybe that class was getting out really late? Then I double checked my book, and sure enough, I was twenty minutes late to class.
Drat.
Since it's a big offense to miss class (though I wouldn't have missed it anyways), I opened the door again and walked into class, found a chair as quickly as I could, with as much elegance as I could muster (which wasn't much)
Blow two to my inflated ego.
The class was philosophy, and they were already in the middle of the discussion, so I had no clue what the heck was going on. I reached into my bag to pull out a pencil and realized that I had forgotten it again, so I had to ask the guy sitting a chair to the side of me if he had a pen or pencil I could borrow.
Blow three to my inflated ego.
The guy was really nice, and gave me the pen he was using, saying he didn't need it because he was "really good at remembering." So I took the pen, but I saw him use his friend's pen several times in class to write down a few things. Oops.
The professor is Irish, very nice and quiet, very handsome, and also, unmarried. I almost felt bad for him.
Since I had missed the first twenty minutes of class, I was pretty confused, but whatever I made out was pretty interesting. I'm worried that I'm too much a scatter brain for philosophy, and not good at understanding abstract things, but I'm still looking forward to it. I hope it will help my dimwittedness.
The guy that let me borrow his pen kept sniffling his nose during class, so against my better judgement, I finally reached into my bag and offered him my wad of toilet paper. I thought he would be disgusted, but he politely took one piece to wipe his nose. His nose sounded SUPER stuffy (it started making my nose feel stuffy, and I just wanted him to blow it all out, dang it man!), but he didn't use the rest. It was pretty comical, but my deflated ego couldn't help deflating a little more.
At one point during class, Professor McNamara had to wipe the board, but he didn't have an eraser. He asked if anyone had any tissues he could use, so the guy offered the toilet paper. As he was giving it to the professor, he looked at me and said "It has two uses!", so I wouldn't feel bad. I couldn't help laughing to myself though, because that toilet paper definitely had more than two uses.
After class, I went to Mass with Krista, and let's just say I can't wait to figure out how to visit Kristin so I can get some sort of refreshment on Sundays now and then.
Krista and I then went to the Mensa, where we got our food, then awkwardly stood amidst a rush of people, trying to figure out where and who were we going to eat with it.
Somehow or another, I ended up sitting at a table with Monika, her two LCI friends (Iryna and Veronika), and three other girls. I didn't feel particularly warm and fuzzy towards the other girls, though they were nice enough, and I tried to make some conversation with them.
The LCI students, however, particularly Iryna, were super funny and were asking all about meals. They thought the idea of a PB&J sandwich was weird, and loved the idea of Thanksgiving dinner. I walked back to my room with Irnya, and she gave me one of her composition books when I mentioned I needed to buy some at Gertrudes. She was super sweet and funny, and was so happy when we parted, that she shook my hand! It was the funniest thing how she was so excited, and put her hand out to shake mine to show how excited she was.
When Krista got back to the room, we set out to Gertrude's to get the books. We found it was closed for another hour (the Gaming shops close for two or three hours in the middle of the day for lunch), so we piddled around. We found the bakery, got some sweet pastry thing there that even Krista liked (and she doesn't like doughnuts! scandal, I know!), and waited in the rain for that hour. Once we got our books, Krista had to hurry to class, so I read some of my history homework, than my deflated ego decided to reward its patheticness with an hour nap.
After Krista's class, we went to dinner, and I had pork and these weird noodle things that were really good and tasted (but didn't look like) Grandma Long's noodles. Because Krista had a good day socializing but felt done with talking to people, and because I was still feeling sorry for myself, we ate by ourselves.
Dinner done, I spent the next couple hours reading history and a bit of Plato in the tea kitchen while listening to some Gregorian chant to make me feel more at home (plus Fr. Shell said it's good to listen to). While I was in the kitchen, the super friendly girl from my history class walked in to wash some dishes. We started talking a little bit about classes, then ended up talking for about twenty-five minutes about random things. It was really nice and the girl was very welcoming - she kinda reminded me of Emily.
I'm trying to "discipline myself" and get in to some sort of schedule that Fr. Shell says I need (ya feel me, John? ;)) so I'm trying to make it a regular thing where on school nights at nine, I go to the Kartrause and pray the Rosary.
It usually takes me a long time to pray the Rosary by myself, because my mind rambles all over the place, but when I was almost done, I heard some people singing the Salve Regina in the back of the church. I quickly finished, then walked out to talk to them once they had finished.
They seem like a nice couple, and when I asked that if they also make their Rosary/Salve Regina time a regular thing, if I could join them, they were really nice and said yes (but they're not sure if they're always going to do it at that time/that place)
So I come back to the room, my ego still pretty deflated, but feeling better for having heard them sing. I'm trying to get over my self pity and offer it to God, but I'm a big baby, so keep praying for me please!
Now I'm going to try to get to sleep on time, so I can be all bright eyed and chirpy tomorrow. Wish me luck.
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