ah whew

Got an email today from Professor E. He seemed totally fine, and in fact, invited me out to a meeting during happy hour. Sweet! Reading that helped me to resolve that I'm just going to keep being myself and let other people worry about kissing ass/getting onto good sides.

In other news, I've been really liking my two cohort-mates in the apartment complex. C and M are fabulous and sweet, and while they basically have mountains more knowledge about English than me, they are totally cool with explaining every tiny detail (and trust me, I ask what are probably incredibly stupid questions to English people...so guys, what's Romanticism? Graveyard school? Huh?) and have already told me that they're willing to help me out in any way possible. It feels good to be back in a supportive learning environment...I guess I had always expected that it would be this way, but hearing about other people's experiences on the undergrad/masters level made me really afraid that it wasn't going to happen here (I mean, for godssakes, one of the fourth years flat out told us not to tell our professors if we were predominately focused on teaching. Apparently my program is only interested in producing academic superstars, so if you -gasp- dare to admit your desire to be at a liberal arts college, they will "invest less in you.")

Regardless, classes start next Wednesday, with a day-long orientation on Tuesday. I've been busy getting my student ID, opening a bank account, and rushing about trying to get my immunizations/health records straight (apparently I'm missing a tetanus requirement...I guess my old school didn't require one/didn't worry about me stepping on rusty nails and dying).

In the relationship/hookup area: B (yes, the infamous booty texter) called me last night and we ended up talking til four in the morning. I still have no interest whatsoever in actually dating him, but it's nice to chat about poetry and life with someone who's also trying to get settled in to post-college life. Also, in more actually meaningful to me news, the person that I care most about (guy I was with for two and a half years), N, is going to China this Friday. He'll be there for a year doing a program through JHU, and I can't even process right now what it means for me to not really be able to see or contact him (well, alright, lets be honest, I bought a calling card) on a regular basis.

It's funny how summer has been so relaxed for me (minus the whole ridiculous drama with the girl), but now, things are picking up and it'll be time again for me to go back to the only thing I really know. Can I also point out how really damned depressing it is for me to write (and have it be true) that the only thing that I really know is motherfucking school!