Good Times.....

Okay... not really.... but! if you consider taking classes "good times".... I think you get my point. Today was my first official day of classes, and I must say, I did have a good time. The fact that I don't have a class until 10 o'clock in the morning is an added bonus. A very nice added bonus. I wasn't even out of bed until 8 this morning. If I was still in high school, I would have been up at 6am, ridden the bus for 45 minutes, and would have already been at school by the time I was out of bed today.
My first class of the day consisted of Elementary Statistics. Now, with Elementary Statistics, I... well... I must say, I haven't taken a math class in almost a year and a half. I feel as if I'm so out of the swing of things with this math concept. It'll come to me eventually, I know, but I'm still slightly nervous about taking a math class again. Lucky for me the stat professor is a complete nut. She had most of the class laughing at her and themselves by the end of the class, so it was fun.
The second class that I moved onto today was my Developemental Psychology class. I must say, I was looking forward to this class very much since it is after all the area that I'm looking to major in and further on get a doctorate in. So, I was looking forward to the class, that was until Dr. Stevenson gave us assigned seating and then proceeded to pass out a quiz..... on the very first day of class. All I can say is at least it wasn't graded. The idea of the quiz was to get to know where exactly in psychology each of us in the class stood and exactly how much each of us had to learn. But, even with all of that, the whole concept of a quiz on the first day of classes really set me off. Don't get me wrong, I'm still looking forward to the information that I will be learning in that class, but I did not enjoy the quiz..... at all.
My last class of the day was Old Testament Literature and Theology. I really don't think anything eventful happened in that class today. The basis of the day was Dr. Divine talk about why he chose the version of the Bible that he's having us read.
It was a good day, and I'm definitely looking forward to the classes I'm taking tomorrow.

The Room

As of now, I'm all settled in and set up in my dorm room. It's quite comfy in here if you don't mind me saying so, and I'm enjoying it a lot. So, I thought I'd share a little bit of my dorm room with you. 

Here's a picture of my closet. Haven't really gotten around to getting a curtain for it yet, but it'll be there at some point. I actually don't mind the closet that much, it's bigger than the one that I have at home, so I'm actually quite thankful for it! 

Moving to the left, you get a lovely view of my desk. I've been spending plenty of time here, messing around on the internet, organizing and reorganizing the drawer, sticking all of the pictures on the back of my desk, etc. It's not too small of a desk, but small enough to get cluttered quickly. I'm doing my best to stay as organized as possible here.

If you keep turning to your left, you come across my bed. I'm absolutely in love with this bedspread/sheet set. It's so comfortable and quite cute if I do say so myself! I have a couple posters above my bed to break up the monotony of taupe that the room is bathed in. I also have a painting that I bought in Mexico hanging up. I love that painting with all of it's eccentricities and I thought it would bring a little bit more color to my room. 

I start classes tomorrow morning at 10. I'm quite excited about officially starting. I know, I know, I'm a nerd. Oh, well. I guess I just understand that by starting my classes I'm getting that much closer to achieving my dream of a doctorate, and that's what truly makes me excited.

Sushi and Other Adventures

One thing that I really enjoy about Roberts campus is the fact that in addition to the typical campus cafeteria food, they have this specialty bar of sorts. The other day they had panini's there. Today was something pretty special. Sushi. You heard me right. Sushi.

Who would have ever thought that I would go to college and end up eating sushi? I can honestly tell you that this was one of the last things I expected to encounter at Roberts! But, I, being the adventurous kind of girl that I am, went up to the specialty bar and inquired about the sushi. The man that was working the bar at that time explained to me what each type of sushi was and which ones he liked best. There were all different types and different kinds of sauces and I was pretty excited to try it to tell you the truth. In the end, I ended up trying a couple different types, a vegetarian sushi roll, a spicy shrimp sushi roll (that one was my favourite), a California sushi roll with caviar on the outside, and a smoked salmon sushi roll. I really enjoyed all of them and I think that this is something that I'll definitely keep with me throughout my life.
Earlier today, each dorm was supposed to go on a service project around the city to "show Rochester who we are". My dorm was scheduled to go and pick up garbage on the side of the road. Too bad for us it was going to rain right in the middle of our garbage picking. So, instead of letting us get soaked on the side of some road, we were sent on a tour of Rochester. Darn. I was so looking forward to gathering trash. From the safety of our bus my dorm mates and I gazed out as the city of Rochester passed before us.

Rochester really is a great city to live near. So many little coffee shops that I'm looking forward to studying in, places where bands play for free, art galleries and museums. Although I'm not directly in the city, I'm definitely looking forward to exploring it more!

Man Hunt

I know what you're thinking, "OH NO! What's Paige mean by a man hunt?" Do not fear good citizens! There was no real "man hunt" on Roberts campus, just a bunch of crazy teenagers playing a crazy game in the dark last night.
At about 11 o'clock last night, we all gathered in the dining commons to participate in a "man hunt". All the upperclassmen that were there to help with orientation this weekend went and hid throughout the campus. The underclassmen were divided out into four different teams and sent out to catch the upperclassmen and bring them back to our "jail". It was definitely a good time, and also a good way to familiarize yourself with the campus. Roberts campus is not a big campus by any stretch of the word, but, it's still a little disconcerning to be on an unfamiliar campus in the dark. This was definitely a fun way to become more comfortable with the campus at night.
I'm doing quite well here, really enjoying the people and the campus. The food's not bad, but I have a feeling that they feed you the good stuff the first week or so that you're here and then it all goes down hill from there. Ah, well. I'm looking forward to the guys soccer game tonight, and the variety show the upperclassmen are putting on.
Probably another post coming tonight after all the activities.

My First Day

Today was definitely an eventful day. It was moving day. That's right, today I officially moved into my new home on Roberts Wesleyan Campus! 

I'm absolutely in love with this school. The first time I came here, I absolutely fell in love with the campus. That was in the middle of winter. You know how much that says about this school? I absolutely HATE winter, so for ME to fall in love with a campus covered in ice and snow is a BIG deal!

Any ways, I got here about 11-ish and was absolutely dreading unloading the van. Just to give you a mental image of what it was like, you could barely see out the back of the van and there was barely enough room for my little brother in the back seat. Yeah. A lot of stuff. So, we pull up to the side of my dorm, to the fire door that is literally right next to my room and I get out of the car to make my way around to the back of the van. As I open the trunk, I realize that I'm surrounded by somewhere around a dozen guys.... cute guys.... cute soccer playing guys..... cute soccer playing guys who ask if I wanted them to unload all my stuff. Hmm.... What's a girl to do? Of course I said yes! Literally not even two minutes later the entire van is emptied and all of my dorm stuff is in my room. Can I just say one thing? God has a mean sense of humor to send me a bunch of cute guys to unload my van for me!

I'm finally here. More college posts to come.

Guilt Trip

My cat loves to pretend that he doesn't love me. I think it's the way cats are. They saunter about the house thinking that they're better than all of us and don't really need us, when in reality we are the center of their lives. My cat, Henry, is no different.
The past few weeks he has taken to making me feel guilty about going to college. I swear, he know's that I'm leaving. Any time I venture into my bedroom, he's bound to be laying on my bed and gazing up at me with big pissed off eyes, almost as if he's saying, "How dare you leave me!"
Yesterday, as I was packing my entire world into boxes and suit cases, he plopped himself down in the middle of it all, taking up his guilt trip stance on me leaving.

He made it almost impossible for me to get my things together. I would kick him off of my bed,

and he'd get back up. I'd kick him off my bed,

and he'd get back up. This cat is incessant with his guilt trips. I can honestly say, I'm going to miss him a lot.

Stony Brook

Today the family made the 45 minute journey to the south to the state park of Stony Brook. It's been a tradition for as long as I can remember to head to Stony Brook state park at least once every summer. If you know anything about this park, you know that it consists of a stream running down a hill through a gorge and a few waterfalls.

It's quite beautiful, if I do say so myself. If you haven't been there, I'd definitely suggest going at some point.

But, anyways, it sounds like it could have the potential to be boring, but with my family, nothing's boring at all. As we walk along, certain things seem to strike my mother and I funny. People in bikini's who obviously shouldn't be, men who think they "still have it" but really everyone within a mile radius of them would prefer if they kept their shirts on, 20 year old guys who "have it" but walk through the stream singing "Just Around the River Bend!" from Disney's Pocahontas, and these small strange orange-yellow mushrooms that grow on the walls of the gorge. Most of these things keep my mother and I occupied whilst my stepfather, David, and my baby brother, Kyle, frolic in the water.

One particular instance that I remember quite clearly in my mind is the original mushroom incident. I was probably about 13 at the time, before David came into our lives, and my mother had taken Kyle and I to Stony Brook on our yearly adventure. Kyle and I were walking ahead of mom when suddenly I felt something hit me. I looked around, saw nothing, and kept moving on without hesitation, not thinking anything of it. That was until about 5 minutes later when I felt something else hit me. I looked down and saw a small orange mushroom. Figuring that was the culprit that had hit me in the head, I glanced back at my mother who proceeded to stop walking and look about "innocently". If you know my mother, you KNOW that means she's up to something. 

"Mom," I asked, "Did you just throw that mushroom at my head?"

"What? Pfft.... No!" she replied in her typical manner, smirking all the while. Knowing it was obviously her that had thrown it, I decided it was all out war. 

Ever since that day, any time that we're at Stony Brook, my mother and I are always on the look out for the next mushroom. I have learned not to walk in front of her, and she has learned the same. To say the least it keeps us both giggling and entertained the entire hike. I hope to keep this yearly tradition up with her as long as I can.

One Week

Well, here I am, exactly one week away from the day that I will move into my college dorm room. It still seems so unreal to me that I have gotten to this point. It seems like just the other day I was preparing for my first day of middle school, feeling as if the year 2009 was decades away. And yet, I've made it to this point in what seems like no time.

My best friend Jillian and I at Graduation. It seems like this was just the other day. She leaves for college tomorrow. I can't even tell you how much I'm going to miss this girl.