I recall it being very lonely at first, and I lost tons of weight because I was too shy ever to eat in the big campus cafeterias. I survived on pistachios, beef jerky and this $.99-per-gallon fruit-flavored drink called "Mega" that I consumed alone in my room. I spent all my real money on music and clothes and my hair was a sort of ill Barton Fink-meets-Special Ed high-top fade.

Being the eccentric recluse actually worked to my benefit, though -- folk wanted to know who I was, borrow my clothes and music... and girls loved playing with my hair! By sophomore year, the sort of mystique I'd built helped tremendously when I actually grew the backbone to go out and mingle.

I feel like an asshole...My macroeconomics teacher is chinese and she can barely speak english and the whole class me and some kids kept laughing because she couldnt pronounce latte, she kept saying la-tea















































it's going to be a long semester

I got a 92 on Chem

i loved it. met some really cool people i'm stll friends with. got to really experience life outside of the bubble i'd lived in.