Not Going Against the Grain.

I always wondered what that phrase meant: Going against the grain, not going against the grain...it wasn't until an episode of Moving Up (Weekdays at 5 on TLC) that i really understood that going against the grain meant causing a jagged rough finish to wood.

For the most I've felt like my college life has been spent going against the grain. It's been a lot rougher than i thought it would be and a lot of it has to do with me simply not going with the flow or grain...or grain flow. Whatever.

This year I'm taking a new approach, I'm trying to adapt to situations rather than flee and run in despair. As of yet i have not been able to practice this new fond revelation but give it a few days.

Yesterday was moving day. My mom and i are breaking records at how quickly we move my stuff in. I am living in a huge pink dorm this with 3 other girls (none of whom i know). My room is pretty average and faces a parking lot and a playground. I'm going for a world theme this time around. Huge world map, and soon i will be spending money to get some posters of European places.

Unfortunately the sad thing about not making strong connections during the year is that i basically end up living with 3 friends and then i am the lone man out. I've met all but one of my roommates, but the one i live next too plays music way too loud. The other roommate decided to have some welcome back to school get together last night and i was on the brink of breaking up the party due to the noise.

Instead of being passive about any and all conflicts that may arise i am going to bring up the issue about the noise during the signing of our roommate contract (University enforced policy for all residents to make individual apartment rules that we all have to comply to). It seems like the more appropriate time to bring up the issue instead of coming right out and yelling "SHUT THE HELL UP" at 1am.

I for a split second thought about changing my room, but i realized it was me trying to avoid talking and dealing with conflict rather than wanting to move to another dorm. I simply have to get use to living and dealing with different personalities rather than avoiding conflicts at all cost.

Classes start Thursday and of course i am a little antsy. 5 classes (2 writing, 2 English, 1 Bio) 4 of which are on Thursday. I was going to take two bio classes but lets be honest i am on the verge of graduating and i don't want to fail a class during my senior year. Last year I had a class right after this really hot writing teacher, so after dropping 1 bio class for this semester i managed to grab a seat in his Advance Writing Class. I'll try not to drool on the first day.

They say (ratemyprofessor.com) that he is an hard teacher because he grades harshly. He doesn't grade on things like grammar(thank god) but on content and subject matter. I don't feel like i should have a problem with that but it still worries me. I've never taking a writing class before (business writing doesn't count) so having to present my work to peers is kind of freaking me out.

But i going with the grain. Going with the flow and hopefully I'll see some improvement socially, educationally, and personally.

Hopefully.

Time to clean up this room. Crap is everywhere and out of order. I'm happy to be back though. I never thought i would say that.