So I think that pretty much every site I use regularly has gone under an overhaul these last few weeks, leaving me perplexed. And by “every site”, I mean like three. But still.
I’m horribly behind in blogging/blog reading/book news, so I’m afraid I’m pretty useless to you right now. I’m even behind in editing. I set down the manuscript two weeks ago and haven’t picked it up since. But hopefully once things get settled here, I’ll be able to pick my normal routine up again.
Classes start Wednesday and I’m really excited! I’m taking a publishing class this semester, and have heard nothing but good things. I’m thrilled about all my other classes, but that one promises to be something special. It’s going to be a busy, busy semester, though. There are still so many things to get under control before Wednesday and hopefully I’ll be able to do so. No promises.
So that’s it for me. I’ve made the northward trek once more, have been astounded by the brilliance of first-years, and am living in a lofted room with no wi-fi, bad lighting, but giant closets (for a dorm). All in all, not a bad start.”
It’s funny to look back at my first day here, when I was flustered and scattered and homesick, and then to skip forward to today. I was so terrified that I had made the wrong choice–that I had been stupid and rash to want to fly a thousand miles to a school I had never visited. I was afraid that I would come home for winter break and have to say that I couldn’t go back.
