College life...& life in general

So I've completed my first week of college; it had its ups and downs, but it was never without an exciting moment.

The first day in Florence was the worst for me because I was still in the, "I'm-this-lonely-kid-from-Tupelo-that-doesn't-know-anyone-or-where-anything-is-and-I'm-afraid-I-won't-make-any-friends," stage. I missed home as soon as I left it and for the entire day, all I wanted to do was go back. I wanted to go back to high school, go back to the constant comfort of my family and friends, and go back to my life as it was before this entire UNA idea.

The following day I, feeling absolutely pathetic, expressed this to my roommate who, subsequently, invited me to spend the day with her and her friend James, getting to know the town and just hanging out like college kids do. (Please don't comment on the number of parenthetical expressions I used in the previous sentence...I know it sounds weird.) It proved to be a great time and I came to realize that these Alabama kids weren't so different from my friends (but they certainly cannot replace them.)

The next few days were significantly better. I met Tamsen, a girl from "Smalltown", Tennessee, who also didn't know anyone, so we clicked immediately. As I continued to meet new people and let loose, I snapped out of my whiny emo baby attitude and realized that there were 20+ kids that felt every bit as lost, anxious, and homesick as I. They are my fellow freshman members of the Honors Program at UNA and we're all on this crazy ride together.

My classes? Well, my first impression of them reads that they seem significantly easier than my senior-year high school courses, which could be either a good or bad thing...or maybe I'm just underestimating them because I haven't spent enough time in the classroom yet. My professors are amazing, however. Schoenbachler's favorite words are those certain 4-letter eyebrow-raisers that tend to, paradoxically, run with words even Webster isn't familiar with from a never ending stream of rants and lectures about what history is not. He keeps you on your toes, to say the least.

Well I still have a lot further to go as far as elevating my comfort level at my new "home away from home". Over the last few days, however, I really feel as though the new friendships I have built will last this year and beyond.

I'm still anxious and nervous, but so excited to continue down this new path. =]

My dear, sweet bloggers...

What the heck are you supposed to do when the guy you are crushing on (and is, subsequently, crushing on you) is your ex-boyfriend's friend and your friend's ex-boyfriend??

Ugh.
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Intro/REintro...

My name is Cara and in less than a week, I'll be a full-time student at the University of North Alabama. I like canoeing, riding my bike, painting, reading, making music, and as you will quickly find out, writing. I think mangoes are fantastic. I WILL be a photo journalist for National Geographic, and, no, you cannot stop me. I'm probably the only person you'll ever know that can play a piccolo with the mouthpiece turned upside down, while eating a sucker. I'm the only girl on the planet that has not seen The Notebook, and I've been informed on numerous occasions that this is a terrible thing; if you try to get me to sit down and watch it, I'll probably run away. =]

In a matter of days, I'll start a brand new chapter in my book. I call it, "The Introduction to Independence." Now that I mention it, I've already cracked the weary spine of my book and started writing again. Of course, by my "book," I mean life, and by "writing," I mean learning. Ironically enough, I never stop learning, and I never really stop writing, either. Nifty. Before I start losing myself in my own metaphors, let's move on.

Enough with the bullshit. Facebook is merely an outlet when I feel understimulated, but I needed a place to emit all of my thoughts and ideas to the people I love the most (yes, that means YOU), and I felt this was a relatively legit place to do so.

As much as I'd like to waste more time on here (really, I would), I'd rather watch the Olympics. And by "Olympics", I mean the "Men's 200 Meter Butterfly".
...and by "Men's 200 Meter Butterfly", I mean "Michael Phelps in a wetsuit..."

Yes, I am a terrible person.
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