First.

I'm getting so sick of first days.

The first day of class/work/club meeting/moving in/meeting new roommates. I don't think i can take it anymore. You'd think after 21 years of first days, i would be use to it by now. From Kindergarten to High School, from my first time behind a wheel to my first crush...I am simply over Firsts.

Though i have been through this a million times i was still pretty nervous about my first day of summer session 2. I am taking 2 English classes, and that amount of reading would make anyone weary of the course load.

I wouldn't be able to tell you the difference between the two classes because they ran literally the same way for 2 hours and 15 minutes. It was like Deja Vu

1. Quirky artsy teacher

2. Both claim they don't like to talk a lot and want class participation and then spent the next 90 minutes talking to no end.

3. Both had weird laughs

4. about 20 students in each class

5. We both watched videos that i nearly fell asleep too.

No stunningly attractive guys, and the girls all seem to be a part of a sorority. Other than that the classes don't seem that bad. We of course had to do the stupid "let's introduce ourselves game" and both of my professors remarked on how weird it was for me to be a English major/ Biology minor.

One said i was a Alpha Male/Feminine hybrid and the other said i was covering two very broad spectrum's , but that she admired my gusto(????).

Even though i am fully committed to this writing thing, i realize that i love a balance. I need the harsh to compliment the soft, the scientific to balance the art, the love to go against the much well hated. I simply cannot function without a balance of the two. A part of me is grateful that i have a biology background. Being under the competitive and rigid control of the biology department has carried over quite nicely to English. There is simply not much that can shake me when I've had the displeasure of taking A Math, Chemistry, Biology, and Psychology class all in one semester.

So even though i am an English major, you can catch me reading my Campbell and Reece Biology book just for a different perspective and approach to things.

After English i headed to my American Lit Professor(the class i took summer session 1) to pick up my Paper. I spent at least an hour in there talking to her about medicine and English. It was pretty cool, I've never really talked to a professor outside of class. To me there is like this barrier that i haven't yet grasp with the student teacher relationship. Sometimes i feel like i am in middle school terrified of the teacher who seems so much wiser and smarter than all of us. Plus my experience with teachers from High School have all been sketchy( 2 creepy math teachers and my speech teacher), so i have pretty much been hesitant at forming a close relationship with my professor.

In college though it seems almost crucial to make some sort of impression, or you risk not gaining the respect from the professor. So after she handed me my paper and went over it with me, we just talked about everything. She even recommended some programs for me to look at for MFA. Columbia, NYU, and other way to prestigious programs for me to attempt to get into.

But she said she would read my short story when i finally finished it. I smell a sweet recommendation in the works.

Time to eat and study.

Roommate Quirk: She leaves all the lights on. I think she maybe afraid of the dark. Right now it is like a game of "Lights on, Lights off". I woke up this morning to find the bathroom/hallway/kitchen/living room lights on. And from the crack in her door the lights were on in her room too.

So far i have attempted to shut the lights off every time i leave my room, but to no avail i return with the lights turned back on. Listen I'm no Eco Warrior or anything, but there is something wrong with the lights being on a 2 in the afternoon.

Until she tells me that she has a terrifying fear of the bogeyman which causes her to leave the lights on, i am going to continue shutting them off.

Al Gore would not be happy.