I am back at college, a different college this time but still it is college. I like it here so very much, at least so far. This isn't to say that I don't miss people from my last college, or my friends from back home. People here are surprisingly nice, and living in a dorm isn't as bad as I thought it would be. The food is much better here, and the classes are much more interesting.
I had a bad day today but I won't get into it now. Lets just say that I made it through and tomorrow will be better. As I was walking back from this horrific day I was listening to some up beat, loud bass music in my ipod, when I felt a familiar tightness in my right calf. I have felt this before. I severely strained/tore my Achilles tendon when I was in the eighth grade and ever since then any start of a new work out routine I feel the tightness. This apparently even means just walking as much as I do now. In tennis at the beginning of the season, like in many sports you get that tightness that just goes away with more work. I didn't have that this summer. I didn't play tennis this summer. That really saddens me because I love tennis to no end, and I take this sick pleasure in complaining about that beginning season tightness to other players because it shows that I am out there playing. I hate to say it but I wish my whole back and arms were tight not just my calf.
This town is great. I love being at a university where my profs. not only are the experts in the fields but are so much so that they have written the text books. I love that I feel like I am back in the country but not 15 min. away walking is a huge town, and one of my favorite streets in the world. I love how nice people are here despite the fact that it is a huge school. Most of all I love knowing that my mom went here. Granted that when she went here the school was much different. New buildings have gone up and some have been torn down. The acceptance rates and requirements have changed very drastically and not in the students favor. The political nature hasn't changed much and neither has the party scene.
There is just something about going to a school your parent went to. I know it is corny but I take a sense of pride in the fact that I am among a special class of second generation students here. My mom went here, and while she never lived on campus, or took the classes I am taking, or had the same major, we now share something even more because I go here. Her school is now my school. Different times, but the same love. She won't admit it but she loves this school by extension of all the memories she has here.
I should rest up. I will write more later.
Fall is coming. I can't wait!
Ta ta!
