I’m sitting on the squeaky bed looking at the catalog for this place to see what my next class will be (why are there always two things I want to go to in one weekend? I chose).
I was about to dry my hair. All of a sudden I hear a door close and then, “oh shit!” One of my dorm mates locked herself out of her room. I jumped up, ran out and it was the woman I sat next to at orientation! I called guest services and then four of us were having a great chat. Then three, two and here I am again. But I’m feeling a little better. It’s cold. It’s pouring and chilly tonight. I have my fuzzy socks on, I am so happy that I packed them.
I had a great, no, amazing class today. I’m a little sad that it’s ending tomorrow. The work won’t end though.