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Adios Amigos!

In exactly 15 minutes I'm heading off to my first History class of the second semester. I'm hoping the professor gives us our syllabus and then lets us go -- I have big plans tomorrow and must get rest. But more about that in a bit.

My Spanish class is at a different campus then the one I was taking class at last semester. This new campus is much larger and has many many more students. I had to go there today to get my new Spanish text books -- and found my self frightened and out of place. Why do these students make me feel like I could be the professor? In order to shake off my social anxiety I pretended, just for a minute, that I actually WAS a professor. I wanted to psyche myself out long enough to grab my book and head back to the safe adult world of the office space.

I got lost. Really really lost. I found myself ducking around corners to double, triple, quadruple check the map I'd printed. I felt like all eyes were on me and everyone in the cafeteria was thinking, "Why is that older girl wandering through the trash receptacles behind the food kitchen? Is she lost?" As a last resort, I stand still and look at my watch near the side of the street as if I was waiting for a bus, a ride, a knight in shining armor to gallop up and save me from the humiliation of college campus insecurity!

After a safe period of time in my imaginary bus stop -- I turned around and headed for the nearest door. Luckily ending up at the "Information desk" where a pimply 19 year old explained that I just needed to go down one floor and make a left. Phew!

So once I got to the book store -- the line was long and it was hot. Like - the bookstore is in the basement of the college, and there are 350 people stuffed in to this 650 square foot room - hot.

45 minutes later I emerge from the bookstore feeling pretty confident that I could find my way back to the parking lot since I'd just completed a self sponsored campus tour. Walking towards the enormous parking lot I take in huge deep breaths of crisp winter air when it hits me - I have no fucking clue where I parked. A-3? B-3? C-3? Oh shit! Here I go again trying to look as if I know what I'm doing. Luckily the parking lot is two hundred yards long so I have a while to figure out what I'm going to do. I spot a grey Hyundai Sonata in the distance and squinting my eyes I desperately try to pick out a feature that I know is mine. Upon my approach I realize that car has a row of stuffed animals in the rear window. Since I think people who must travel with stuffed animals in their window should be shot, stuffed, and hung from the front grill of a mac truck -- I knew that couldn't be mine. Frustrated, and cursing the very people that benefit from my $50 per semester in parking fees, I spot my lovely, dirty, dented, stuffed animal free, but with new tires (!) car. After all that I need a vacation.

And lucky me I have one coming right up! I leave tomorrow morning at 8am on a plane to the tropical region of the U.S. called IOWA! Yes, I'll be soaking up the cold in the luscious corn fields of the mid west. For those of you who need to reach me, provided they have satellites out in Iowa, I'll be reachable by cell phone.

Be home Tuesday!

Adios!

posted by Jessiedc28 @ 4:44 PM