A Long Rant About How Awesome My Life Is.

I seriously love my school. I could not have picked a more exciting, opportunity-filled place. Despite the workload and the studying and the classes that aren't the best, I am happy here. Every day as I walk around campus I am reminded that I made the right choice to come to UNT.

I love that my indecision about a second minor isn't actually all that big a deal. I love that I'm a sophomore already, that I have so much time to do what I want to do. I love that I can take a Linguistics class or a Philosophy class or an Anthropology class and it won't even mess me up a little bit. And I can still minor in French as well as Management or International Studies or Communications or whatever the hell I feel like minoring in. I love that all I have to do is check my email or look at the walls downstairs and I'll have something to do at any given moment in time, be it having lunch with the Deans of the Honors College or going to a Student Forum to talk about the campus plans.

I'm still figuring out what organizations to join. Theatre is out. I might join photography club, and possibly play a little Quidditch. I could also do fencing, but mostly I want to join a politically active group. I'm a little leery of the Socialist group, as well as the Feminist Majority people. I am half considering starting a chapter of the Global Secular Humanist Movement here on campus, as I've met many, many people who would probably be interested in joining. Or maybe I'll start a Book Exchange Event. At the very least I want to join a literary something-or-other. Either way, I feel like I need to get active in something now. In high school, I didn't really think about my options--theatre was a given. But without that, I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to dedicate my time to. But whatever it is, it'll be friggin awesome.

Also, my roommate moved in (quite suddenly) on Sunday, and turned out to be probably the coolest person ever. Michelle is a sophomore transfer from Abilene Christian University, a Greek, and a Technical Communications major. We both love books and writing and cooking and Mediterranean food. We have a very similar taste in music and movies and pretty much everything. We got gloriously lucky, seeing as how we ended up together purely because both our housing situations were apparently the weirdest on campus.

So all things considered, I am incredibly busy, busier probably than is actually possible to be, and I am incredibly happy to be so. Lucky, lucky me.

The Old Apartment in Evere

I am making a separate post for this because 1) there are a lot of pictures, and 2) most people will not know what I am taking about. But here it is:

We went by tram/bus/metro to our old apartment this afternoon. At first I was confused and disoriented - the trees had grown tall and six stories wasn't quite as talk as it used to be. Also, the buildings were shabbier than I remembered, but the neighborhood was nice and very green. But when I finally saw the apartment building, it was obviously the one of my memory. The same red brick, same dark glass balconies where my brother and I made tiny snowmen in the winter, same rooms in the roof where Austin and I once climbed out of our sixth story windows onto the ledge for fun. The same steps where my mother once left the two of us in time out as she drove around that same roundabout, where a bearded Belgian woman approached me to see if she could help. The same basement where we parked and played with remote control cars. The same park around the corner where I had my birthday party. The same bench that I slammed into and slid all the way along as I learned to ride my bike. The same field with the old rusty grill that we played in when we first moved there. And around the corner, the same Dutch school where I had pre-k and kindergarten with Euff Hilda and Euff Christine.

Not much has changed in twelve years.