Today marked the beginning of the first class session after break. Classes are taught one at a time, are three hours a day, and last M-F for three weeks.
Besides the flurry of activity required to get settled into the school's technology and procedural systems, today marked another important first for me: I do not recall falling on the ice.
Friends are nice to have in a strange place but it may become too easy to rely on them for social causes. The point of this exercise, in part at least, is self-sufficiency. I have not struck an acceptable balance yet.
Why is it so much easier to talk to people here than at home? Is that totally in my head??
This, we shall see, is the open case of priority for my detective skills. Tonight, there is a party happening that many if not all of the exchange students will be attending. My goal (silly as it is, as goals go) is to talk to everyone at the party. My other goal is to avoid getting drunk, or at least make my drinking decisions based around a logical process rather than a recreational one.
We can see, from the available evidence, that my body-to-mind relationship is not all that dissimilar to Robin Williams as the title character in "Jack".
Tonight is about relaxing and meeting people. As an emergency precaution to failing to relax, I am arming myself with one of the Dramamine pills that I was generously given by my new friend from the north, for deployment at a moment's notice.
Just kidding, those are for sleeping.
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