true stories from the homefront

the following have been taken, unedited, from my doodle notebook, on my first day as a full-time post-baccalaureate premed student. the author had not attended a lecture since graduating from Boston University, over 3 years ago.

First day observations:
Assembly Hall is exactly like a JSA, only there's more people like me, not so much WASP-central. This is hot.

I'm already bored and the lecture has not even started. I'm happy I'm doing this. Where's my Round 2 Noah? [author's note: i really wish i was allowed to edit this out]

As much as I want to sit in the back, I can't see shit.
Why are Chemistry professors always weird. I mean, Quigley!??!

There's a very specific amount of coffee I can drink. Have not found appropriate amount yet.

Jittery. Need to pee. Fuck.

10:30 am - I don't have a break till 1, and I'm already thinking about lunch.

2:00 pm - made friend/lab partner.

there's a ton of hot people at this school. must plan better outfit for Tuesday.