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UT=scary. The first day was terrifing, like caught in mid-jump accross the grand canyon. Fist inclination was to go running to the nearest corner, and knife anyone I came accross. That or climb onto someone's head to keep from drowning amist a guigantic sea of people. Yes, I don't have Kat like tendincies. I didnt want to meet new people, heck, I didn't want to leave the car. I was terrified of all these pre-sority chicks that kept poping up, and creating some illusion of a 'popular crowd.' But after the inital terror of being immensed in only 2000 kiddies, I calmed down and orientation became, well, rather cool. I could sit on park benches and no one would look at me weird, or if they did, I would look at them weird back. You can be mean and no one will care. You can be nice and people will talk to you next time they see you. Everyone was extreamly nice, and around every corner was some enthusiastic church originazation passing out free food. Kinda a nice mix. My roommate, cool. A bit on the high strung side, even for an honors buisness major, but fun neitherless.

I'm EXTREAMLY glad I signed up for the first session. This girl that was sitting next to me at class signup, an accounting major, couldn't get a math class. The Orientation advisor, who gave off a strange aura of too much coffee and peppermints, chipperly sat down to help her, and causually exclaimed, "man, you're screwed." Basically, if you were a buisness or nursing major, classes were hard to come by. Micheal Martis had to sign up for her second choice classes, my roomate; 3rd. Thank something we went the night before and hacked the system to find out what classes were full. God bless the engineering majors, my days don't start until noon.

So I got a part time hob. I teach pre-school kung fu. First stop of the day, drug test. Talley prays it'll turn out negative. Also, I have normal blood pressure.