Today, the rest of the people will start moving into the dorms. After that, orientation will begin and continue for the next few days.
I'm sooo glad I don't have to move in when the majority of the school will be. I'll be settled when there's chaos today. Luckily, the school hired students to help the people moving in bring their stuff to their dorms. Hopefully moving in will go by quickly.
My room mate is moving in around noon or one and spending time with her family afterwards. She said she's a night owl. Uh oh. I absolutely need sleep. Otherwise, I don't function, I get sick, and I'm just moody. I hope she doesn't spend her nigh owlness in the room. If she does, hopefully she'll be quiet and not require much light. Other than that, I suspect we'll get along fine. I'm pretty easy going. Through her few emails, she seems pretty cool.
Last night around ten and eleven, the two boys in the next room over were playing Rock Band. It was terrible. They had their door open and it was so loud. I hope this isn't a common thing late at night. When I met one of the guy's parents yesterday, they said they were loud but good boys. Good God.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Unpacked.
Unpacked and here, dead beat. I had trouble sleeping last night. Probably because I was excited about today.
Already I've noticed a huge culture difference. Talking with members of the team during the girl's team dinner, the team meeting, and afterwards, the 'mates are a lot less conservative and good. They talk dirty (na-uh, never happened on the good ol' Salt Lake City high school team). For example, the upper classmen girls on the team created college survival kits for the new girls. They decorated the bags super cute but put dirty comments cut out from Cosmopolitan on them. Haha, NEVER would have happened back home XC. On my bag; "Truth: What's the hottest sex dream you've ever had? Dare: Using your tongue, spell out a short, sultry message somewhere on my body." Haha, love it.
The girls actually swear! Oh my goodness, I'm so used to holding my tounge, it's strange. I used to be the cusser, now they all cuss more than me!
Most of them are from Minnesota and have accents. Hehe.
They actually party. Like drink. Drink alcohol. Sooo different.
They're super friendly and helpful though. I like them a lot! I'm going to get to know them a lot better over the next couple nights together.
Already I've noticed a huge culture difference. Talking with members of the team during the girl's team dinner, the team meeting, and afterwards, the 'mates are a lot less conservative and good. They talk dirty (na-uh, never happened on the good ol' Salt Lake City high school team). For example, the upper classmen girls on the team created college survival kits for the new girls. They decorated the bags super cute but put dirty comments cut out from Cosmopolitan on them. Haha, NEVER would have happened back home XC. On my bag; "Truth: What's the hottest sex dream you've ever had? Dare: Using your tongue, spell out a short, sultry message somewhere on my body." Haha, love it.
The girls actually swear! Oh my goodness, I'm so used to holding my tounge, it's strange. I used to be the cusser, now they all cuss more than me!
Most of them are from Minnesota and have accents. Hehe.
They actually party. Like drink. Drink alcohol. Sooo different.
They're super friendly and helpful though. I like them a lot! I'm going to get to know them a lot better over the next couple nights together.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sha sha shovel ready!
Don't you just LOVE all the shovel ready projects plugging up all the interstates of the United States right now? I certainly do. They allow us fellow Americanos to really sit back and smell the new tar radiating off the free way.
I suppose it really isn't that terrible. I never really appreciated the beauty of the countryside until lately. Vibrant fields, subtle hills, antique barns, wind breaks comprising of many varieties of trees, and wildflowers are displayed along a lot of I-80 and I- 35. Moving from a big city to a small town surrounded by agriculture, I hope I'll learn more about the farming industry. It's something I realized I'm very ignorant about.
As a bright red Corvette zipped by me today, I began to wonder; Do racecar drivers have trouble obeying the speed limit? I have never personally met a Nascar driver to ask, however, I bet they would have problems on following the speeding laws.
We arrived in Minneapolis safe and starving. Downtown has so many damn one way streets it was sooo difficult to get to where I wanted to go. Being born someplace doesn't mean you can navigate through it. Plus places, streets, and routes change as time moves on. Eventhough she's lived here before, Grandmother had a bit of a hard time directing us today because of all the changes.
Since we filled up the gas tank every time is was half full, we stopped about four times. FUTURE OUT OF STATE STUDENTS PAY ATTENTION. Going out of state is expensive, you but you already know that. However, it's pretty pricey even if you have a full scholarship. Let me tell you why. You have to travel back and forth from your hometown to your dream college. Not only do you travel just when you're first moving, no. During a month long Christmas break you do. Visiting during Spring break. Every summer. Plus, your car is burdened with all your material things. This means bad gas mileage. If your car is older and has trouble along the way, you have to pay to fix that. You need money to buy all the things you forget at home. If it's something that's unique and you absolutely need, it costs money to ship it to you from home.
Save up your money. Send out graduation announcements (BTW make your own on photoshop or whatevever, it's hundreds of dollars cheaper). Apply for as many scholarships as you can. Make sure you have tons of volunteer hours, clubs, and/or activities to put on the applications for those scholarships. Be savvy.
The hotel offers warm, delicious, chocolate chip cookies tonight. I must go get some!
I suppose it really isn't that terrible. I never really appreciated the beauty of the countryside until lately. Vibrant fields, subtle hills, antique barns, wind breaks comprising of many varieties of trees, and wildflowers are displayed along a lot of I-80 and I- 35. Moving from a big city to a small town surrounded by agriculture, I hope I'll learn more about the farming industry. It's something I realized I'm very ignorant about.
As a bright red Corvette zipped by me today, I began to wonder; Do racecar drivers have trouble obeying the speed limit? I have never personally met a Nascar driver to ask, however, I bet they would have problems on following the speeding laws.
We arrived in Minneapolis safe and starving. Downtown has so many damn one way streets it was sooo difficult to get to where I wanted to go. Being born someplace doesn't mean you can navigate through it. Plus places, streets, and routes change as time moves on. Eventhough she's lived here before, Grandmother had a bit of a hard time directing us today because of all the changes.
Since we filled up the gas tank every time is was half full, we stopped about four times. FUTURE OUT OF STATE STUDENTS PAY ATTENTION. Going out of state is expensive, you but you already know that. However, it's pretty pricey even if you have a full scholarship. Let me tell you why. You have to travel back and forth from your hometown to your dream college. Not only do you travel just when you're first moving, no. During a month long Christmas break you do. Visiting during Spring break. Every summer. Plus, your car is burdened with all your material things. This means bad gas mileage. If your car is older and has trouble along the way, you have to pay to fix that. You need money to buy all the things you forget at home. If it's something that's unique and you absolutely need, it costs money to ship it to you from home.
Save up your money. Send out graduation announcements (BTW make your own on photoshop or whatevever, it's hundreds of dollars cheaper). Apply for as many scholarships as you can. Make sure you have tons of volunteer hours, clubs, and/or activities to put on the applications for those scholarships. Be savvy.
The hotel offers warm, delicious, chocolate chip cookies tonight. I must go get some!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
She said I wouldn't be able to do it.
It began two days ago. Who knew I had so many clothes? I, who needs to buy a new Delia's shirt or Nike running apparel at least once month, have enough clothing to outfit all the eighteen year olds of Morris, Minnesota. Never heard of the place? Wouldn't have expected you to have. Take my word, there's a substantial number of college freshman girls in that town.
After packing four large pieces of luggage, a huge laundry bag, and a few back packs full of attire, I still had clothes left over. All in all, I had about ten bags and boxes filled just with apparel. Now, my wardrobe isn't your average young woman's. I'd say at least a quarter of it is running shorts and tanks, race t-shirts, sports bras, cold weather active wear, and Asic socks. Nevertheless, ten large countainers is a ridiculous amount of clothing. Do guys need that much? No. When my brother goes off to college, all he'll need his single suitcase with his meager amount of clothing and two pairs of shoes and he's set. On the other hand, I need fifteen of my cold weather jackets (-20 below isn't uncommon for Minnesota, now is it?) and twenty two pairs of shoes. Why do us females feel we must have a different outfit for each day of the year?
So after the clothes, I had the standard college necessities; bulk shampoo and conditioner, laundry detergent and dryer sheets to supply me and the rest of the dorm for three years, more notebooks and mechanical pencils than I'll ever use, forty dollar bottle of cod liver oil, and well, you know, the works.
At the close of my packing, I had about thirty assorted pieces that I'd need to stuff into my little and lovely Volvo.
"Your brother and I can drive up what you can't fit in a few weeks, Ashleigh," she told me.
Well, grandmother, that wasn't necessary, was it? I succeeded in meticulously placing all my duds and garbs so that they would make a jigsaw puzzle creator envious of my skill.
Congratulations to me.
We are half way to University of Minnesota, Morris; somewhere in BFE Nebraska. My trunk and the back of my car are as full as my ex boyfriend is bursting of BS. In the morning, I'll have a little repacking to do. Those rowdy huskers won't break the back window of my precious to steal my new Born boots or pink studio laptop, hell no.
It began two days ago. Who knew I had so many clothes? I, who needs to buy a new Delia's shirt or Nike running apparel at least once month, have enough clothing to outfit all the eighteen year olds of Morris, Minnesota. Never heard of the place? Wouldn't have expected you to have. Take my word, there's a substantial number of college freshman girls in that town.
After packing four large pieces of luggage, a huge laundry bag, and a few back packs full of attire, I still had clothes left over. All in all, I had about ten bags and boxes filled just with apparel. Now, my wardrobe isn't your average young woman's. I'd say at least a quarter of it is running shorts and tanks, race t-shirts, sports bras, cold weather active wear, and Asic socks. Nevertheless, ten large countainers is a ridiculous amount of clothing. Do guys need that much? No. When my brother goes off to college, all he'll need his single suitcase with his meager amount of clothing and two pairs of shoes and he's set. On the other hand, I need fifteen of my cold weather jackets (-20 below isn't uncommon for Minnesota, now is it?) and twenty two pairs of shoes. Why do us females feel we must have a different outfit for each day of the year?
So after the clothes, I had the standard college necessities; bulk shampoo and conditioner, laundry detergent and dryer sheets to supply me and the rest of the dorm for three years, more notebooks and mechanical pencils than I'll ever use, forty dollar bottle of cod liver oil, and well, you know, the works.
At the close of my packing, I had about thirty assorted pieces that I'd need to stuff into my little and lovely Volvo.
"Your brother and I can drive up what you can't fit in a few weeks, Ashleigh," she told me.
Well, grandmother, that wasn't necessary, was it? I succeeded in meticulously placing all my duds and garbs so that they would make a jigsaw puzzle creator envious of my skill.
Congratulations to me.
We are half way to University of Minnesota, Morris; somewhere in BFE Nebraska. My trunk and the back of my car are as full as my ex boyfriend is bursting of BS. In the morning, I'll have a little repacking to do. Those rowdy huskers won't break the back window of my precious to steal my new Born boots or pink studio laptop, hell no.
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