The place where dreams might be made of

So!  Guess who's a college student?  Me!  That's right, people: little Ashlee has entered the big, bad world of university.  I am writing this blog entry from my brand new dorm room at the Truman State University campus.  Lauren and Kat have yet to move in, seeing as they're sophomores, so I'm on my own until Thursday.  But that hasn't stopped a periodic visit.  Teehee.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.  The day before yesterday, the nineteenth (also Kat's twentieth birthday), I took my driving test.  And I failed.  I made stupid mistakes that I realized I made immediately after I made them, and I didn't get close enough to the cone in front of me for the parallel parking.  But oh, well.  I'll have to find time to take it again.  I'm not fretting about it (anymore).

That night, the three of us went to Truman where a hypnotist was . . . wait for it . . . hypnotizing people.  The event was generally for the international students who arrived that day, but we went anyway since we were already in Kirksville.  It was absolutely hilarious.  I would go into detail, but that would take forever, and my memory kind of sucks.  At first I wondered if people were faking it, but I guess they weren't.  Lauren and I almost got hypnotized, too, sitting in the audience.  At one point I couldn't open my eyes, but when he told us to, the effect wore off.  Three different people sitting in the audience were hypnotized completely, though.  'Twas pretty awesome.

Aaaand now I'm in college!  Yesterday was filled with annoying, humiliating get-to-know you games, the kind of stuff I've always hated.  But whatever.  This College Cup is so sans dignity, we had BETTER win just to make it worth it.  See what I'm sayin'?  Today was filled with a rather funny program on the same old stuff they tell you whenever you go to any peer-filled thing, whether it be a youth conference, camp, or college.  Drugs, alcohol, sex, the same old stuff.  But at least it was funny.  I just got back from dinner, which was a picnic at "The Mall," which is actually just a quad-like area in front of the student union.  I put far too much ketchup on my burger, which was probably the size of my head.

I also had my first class, which was Writing As Critical Thinking.  I have homework.  And I managed to embarrass myself.  See, the professor, who is from India, mentioned when I said I was from Yuba City, California that there were a lot of Sikh there.  But I, being the cultural fiend that I am, mistook that religion for Islam, and didn't quite get what she meant.  But when she explained  it, I got it.  Still, though.  I'm now afraid she thinks I'm one of "those" people who think all Indian religions are Islam and that I'm this uncultured wretch.  Which I'm NOT.  Sigh.  Shoot me.

But other than that, go Truman!

Pictures of my dorm will come on Tuesday when Lauren and Kat are moved in.  But until then:

There's my window.