Welcome to my new life at George Mason University. To put it bluntly, I love college. I love that no one yells at you for being late. I love the fact that no one tells you what to do or what not do, and that you have total control over everything, well, almost everything. On the first day of classes Nura and her older sister picked me up around 8:15 am and I made it on time to my 9 am lecture on Environmental Science. The professor is awesome. She wears her hair in a long ponytail with short bangs, and wears skirts with flowers. She is sweet and doesn’t play rough. I have no worries about this lady. The class however, was rather shocking. Over 200 people! That was new to me!
There is a lot of walking at Mason. And I mean a lot. I have burned more calories in the last three days than I did in three Gym sessions. The college kids are too many to count. They smoke their cigarettes passionately like kids who chew on candy and like to listen to their iPods. During my long walks to classes I get to breath in the fresh, yet humid air of what summer has left behind. At least I don’t have to walk in the cold hallways of high school, although sometimes I miss them…
Enough of that. I carry lots of textbooks, but I have learned that I can leave them at home! There is no way that anyone would mistake us for upperclassmen from the heavy bags on our backs and the books we carry.
On my second day I was depressed because I was charged with 589 dollars worth of books on my checking card. I still can’t get over it! For once I actually understand the value of money.
My Sociology teacher is a guy who speaks pretty fast. He asked us where we thought he is from. I guessed in my head that he might be from New York. I was right; he was from Brooklyn. He is an interesting guy and obviously loves his job. I always appreciate a little humor here and there. Most of his examples were about Canadians. I forget why that was.
I love my Government, Democracy to be exact, teacher. He is 37 (yes, a girl actually asked his age, quite nonchalantly I might add). He is Asian but was born and raised in San Francisco. He is bold. If that makes any difference. He is funny, sarcastic and his favorite movie is the Matrix; I never understood that movie. He said “Fuck it” at one point in class. I love this guy.
Let’s see. I make my own lunches because I refuse to pay from my credit card. I can’t even look at my card anymore because I’m afraid all my money will vanish into thin air. But of course my mother cooks! If Nura doesn’t have a break at the same time I do, I eat by myself. I have made friends though, really I have. In each class I’ve made at least one friend. My mother should be proud. I barely see Swati. But we do meet after classes end.
I am the most talkative person in the car. So as we drive through the lights and traffic and accidents of rush hour, my companions don’t have to worry about getting bored. But don’t get too excited. I don’t say a word in any of my classes.
I sleep late. Wake up not too early and constantly harass my former HS English teacher with emails before my ride arrives. I think he should add me to his spam mail. Or not! I am enjoying these days and think that it’s going to be an exciting life. “It” being college life.
I forgot to mention the boys. The boys…there are too many of them. Lots of hot guys. Lots of cute, preppy, white boys in pink t-shirts…yep, college is great!
One last note: I am so proud of us. We’ve been going to the campus gym everyday since Monday.
There is one thing that makes me miss high school. And that is the fact that professors don’t really care about you. They may see your face in between all the others but then you’re gone and they go on with their day. Like I’ve said before, who am I going to bug now? Who is going to read my blog?
I hope you all still do. I really do.
Thanks for reading. Tomorrow I have a three hour lab! No comment on that.