Recap: Yesterday of yore

My day yesterday started at what I think must be around 6:30ish, since Molly was making attempts to get up early. Unfortunately, after her alarm went off, she was still in bed and I was wide-awake, lying there until my own alarm went off at 7 so--get up, get ready, and off to class, which is at 8.

I missed almost 15 minutes of my first class.
By going to the wrong room.

Here's how: on my schedule, it says Chem under 8-9 and Chem under 9-10 so I brightly assumed it must be one class and went to the room that has only "Friday" written under it. There's actually another room that has Monday through Friday written underneath it, and it turns out I go to that room first, finish the lecture, then go to the other room (all different buildings too, yes) which is my discussion.

Guess what I learned in chem yesterday? Atomic numbers. They number atoms based on the number of protons. How utterly uncomprehensible. You know what else? Atoms are not solid balls (the teacher actually said this sentence, word for word). Perfectly earth-shattering discovery, I tell you.
There were a few people from my floor who're also in this class and while going back to our rooms we were just making fun of all those stuff. Did you know we're still going by the definition that includes atoms as indestructible particles?
OMG atoms have orbitals? WTH? (Pardon the sarcasm, I can't help it. Ms. Uji, I'm forever in your debt.)

I was tired enough to try to take a nap when I got back, but taking naps during day time just didn't work out for me. Work started at 12pm and my currently assigned role is basically like that of a waiter/waitress except I don't wait on people, but being continuously on your feet and moving is a great exercise if done for a prolonged period of time. Aside from that, I learned three main things from my first day of work: 1. That people have a strange tendency for placing the salt-shakers upside-down in the wire holders, so the first time I move the wire holder I wondered why salt was getting all over the place... And it happened at FAR too many tables. Isn't noon too early to be drinking? 2. Dried ketchup cling to tabletops in astonishing ways. They should consider making a superglue from it. 3. The great magic of uniforms. When you're wearing a uniform you cease being an individual and become one of the faceless, foreign mass that no one recognizes. The job wasn't particularly mentally demanding and so I was forming all sorts of hypotheces (sp?) about that, which I might try at my next shift.

Also, they had me order special (non-slip soles) shoes for work, which came. Which I dropped off afterwork and then went downtown with Annie, where I figured it's a get-clothing sort of day and finally (FINALLY) got a Davis sweater. That was still over-priced, obviously, but not as much as the bookstore, where I think they're selling sweaters at around 50 dollars. A thick fog came up at around four and we decided that riding bikes after dark in a fog was probably a bad idea, went back, dropped off our bikes, and wandered around in the university mall across the street from campus (remember the World Market, Anna? We visited there too, they sell fake bamboo sticks at 10$ each and I don't know why either, so don't ask). Molly's friends came over and camped out on the floor which was...interesting. Four person per room. Wow.

My agenda tells me it's Christmas, The Blessing of the Water in Armenia yesterday. Um. Happy holidays, Lucy?
The calendar these two days have been cultural events and tips about carrying your passport.