Behind Enemy Lines

Well, There Goes the Focus of My Last Ten Years

(Wed 06/06/2007 09:28am)

Oh, Internet.

I am surrounded by idiots.

See, the summer freshman class is what happens when UT wants to admit someone on the off-chance they just got bad grades in high school but might still be promising (like me). Unfortunately, in with those few gems gets sifted a whole lotta rocks. Kids who edited their essays so many times they came out looking not perfect, but pretty good. Kids who got pretty good grades and participated in activities that made them look deep. Kids who got lucky. And me.

There aren't many of me, I can tell you that.

What there are many of:

1) Girls in visible underwear;
2) Girls who say 'yah' instead of 'yeah';
3) People who are starting to party DURING ORIENTATION;
4) People who thought the (actually quite good/deep) diversity program last night was "unnecessary" or that discrimination was on the whole "overstated";
5) People who shout unfunny answers to rhetorical questions;
6) People who are Kelley Schall, one of the group of friends which dumped me en masse in the sixth grade;
and 7) People who will not turn their cell phones off during the videos, even though they interfere with the sound system and result in screeching feedback.

These are my fellows this summer term.

So you know what I'm going to do today?

Instead of taking a tour of campus or going to any of the little activities, I'm going to figure that out later. Today I'm going to call all the clubs I'm interested in and go join the newspaper staff.

Please let there be someone interesting in this damn school.

On the other hand, I'll probably be getting the opposite of the freshman fifteen pretty fast, because yesterday I walked about three miles all told (mostly in circles, and all in 85-degree and 98% humidity weather). Today, however, I'm determined to figure out the buses, so that may change.