And so begins the actual college experience.
Pretty uneventful actually. Got to the school a half hour early and managed to get good parking for both cars, which were totally full of people and horse stuff. We then find out that we have to go through all of this other stuff before we can actually move in (ie. mailbox, id photo, email setup, etc). The first person I meet is a kid from Wyoming, I believe is what it was, named Pearly. I meet a couple of others while waiting to get my mailbox key, including one that we later saw in the Wally World and in line for dinner.
Once all of that is finished we can finally grab the stuff out of the cars. Dad’s had the majority of my things, so we started with that. It took the three of us half a dozen trips to get it all up to my room on the second floor. When we were getting ready to haul up the fridge there were no dollys available, so we borrowed one of the RAs instead, who was quite nice!
We later had to go to Wally World to pick up a couple of things (Mom and Dad are making another trip tonight to pick up a box fan, get my car key copied, and exchange a watchband). So we traveled all over the store in search of lights and a microwave, among a few other things. There were several other familiar faces throughout our escapade.
By this point we only had about half an hour before the next thing on our agenda, and we head back to the school. The parents have a little meeting about what not to write to their kids about in letters and were assured about the security of campus. On our end of things we do silly little handshakes (turkey, rocket, salmon, etc) and watch skits that encompass certain things to not do (ie. “sleep in your roommate’s bed and defecating in the showers). We are then split into groups and do get-to-know-you games. There were two other Idaho kids in mine along with two or three equestrian students.
Dinner is a buffet style with russet potatoes, roast beef, corn, salad, and rolls. We ended up sitting with a family who was very nice. The kid (Joe?) worked on an asparagus farm this past summer and has not picked a major yet.
After dinner and spending more time putting together my dorm we go to a skit called “Who Moved my Cheese”, based on the respective book by that title. It was totally hilarious and spontaneous because, they cast it 24 hours before and only practice once. It was about how you have to keep up with change or you get left behind. We sat behind a ginger mom who was quite hilarious and was telling us about she always wanted a daughter and wants to be a student at RMC.
I met two girls today who had little to no horse experience and let them know that I would totally be willing to sell them some of the tack I have been collecting and even give them some of the stuff that was given to me to “pay it forward”. One of them is my next door neighbor from New York and she seems really nice, so we should get along really well.
It looks like it is time for bed. I have breakfast at eight as a precursor to a very busy day.
This is a story that my friend, Laurel, told me while waiting to board our plane home from Washington D.C.
One day, when Laurel was about six years old she decided that she wanted to take her cat for a walk. She had no dog, so her cat was going to have to do. So she clipped the leash to the cat’s harness and walks out the door. For the first while the cat sniffs around the edges of the neighbors’ yards and keeping a wary eye for dogs. Laurel struts down the sidewalk, quite proud of her cat and the fact that she is walking it all by herself. People pass by and stare, inflating her pride. But then, after five blocks she feels as if she is being weighed down and tries really hard to keep trudging on. When another two blocks goes by she decides that she can go on no longer and turns to sit on the edge of the sidewalk. It is then that she sees why the going had been so difficult: Her cat had been lying down the entire time, just being dragged around by Laurel.
To Who Happens to be Reading,
First off, I would like to thank you for deciding to even read this far. To get you to keep going I should probably explain what this blog is about. This is where I post stories of my own life or stories from the lives of the people around me. I love to hear about the random things that happen in the lives of others. Sometimes I may post some random thing such as a book rave or something, but variety is good. I’m not really sure how long I will even make it in the blogosphere, I guess we’ll know when we get there.