After some thought I've come to the conclusion that home, in terms of sentimentality (wait, is that a word?), is any place that you can go back to and feel like you've never left at all.
I'm happy to say that my dorm is 'starting to feel a lot like a home'.
Meanwhile, for reasons and circumstances that has not yet been made entirely clear to me, I found myself earning 15 credits this quarter and possibly enjoying all of my classes (yes, maybe even math-- que horrible!). According to the stats this means that I'm well on my way to graduating in four years. Also according to the stats UC Davis has more bikes that it does students, which I'm starting to believe after I was forced to acknowledge that it's the next thing to impossible to try to get a good shot of campus without ending up with at least one or two bikes (with or without riders) in the picture. Believe me, I've tried, in the spirit of scientific interest, if nothing else.
Speaking of bikes, I got my 'registered' today (missed the office building the first time, noted, navigation is hard while riding a bike), which involved receiving two hopefully water-proof stickers to stick on my bike. I have a pink bike. Pink, as in dark magenta. Amused yet? Mother got it for me when I was...either in elementary or first year at jr. high, so go figure.
People were also looking at me strangely this morning because I tried one of the donuts and ended up picking off the sprinkles because I found them too sweet.
My identity: first year student, amateaur writer/artist, despiser (again, not sure if it's a word) of all things trig, and/or college board related, drinker of iced tea, weirdo.
Never will have an identity crises. Nope.
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