I stayed on campus so we decided to cover all the dorms near my hall first. On this journey for candy, we came across a lot of old friends and met some new ones, but did not collect any candy. After being disappointed by the students on campus, we started going door to door in the off campus neighborhoods. I began to get a bad feeling in my stomach as we entered the first neighborhood. I felt as if we were not safe doing this and were going to encounter something that we could not handle. My friends shrugged of my sense of fear thinking I was just scared of the whole idea of Halloween.

We began to collect candy, but not much. After about an hour, we had only a handful each. Everyone was about to give up but one of my friends insisted that we try one more door. She then knocked on a door where we were greeted by a short guy dressed as the movie character Jason. We all began to laugh because he looked hilarious, but he did not take it as a joke. Out of frustration, he pulled out a gun and ordered us to come inside and be quiet.

We all sat on a couch in the living room terrified at what was happening to us. He then lectured us about how he hates when people laugh at him because he is a little person and that he was going to put a stop to it, starting with us. I then began to apologizing, begging him to spare our life. I tried to relate to him with a story about how I was always teased in school because I was so smart. The story touched him and he began to hysterically cry. We all gathered around him and began to console him and let him no matter what size you are, people will always have something to say about you. He came around and decided not to kill us. On the way out of his apartment, he gave us large bags of candy.

We finally hit the candy jackpot we were looking for, but of course we did not eat it. It just came from a guy who was about to kill us for laughing at his height, so the candy cannot be too safe. Some Halloween…

It seems like there thousands of girls who are going through the exact same thing that I am and are all shopping on the same sites as me. Each time I attempted to purchase a sweater or a cheap pair of boots, by the time I press the checkout button all the items are out of stock. Recently I found a new site that had some nice sweaters, but they do not ship to P.O. Boxes. I cannot win the battle of the winter clothes shopping. It is partially my fault, because every time I find something that I do like I always second guess if I really like it. By the time I come to the conclusion that I really want it and go back to the sit to purchase it, the item is out of stock completely, out of stock in my size, or no long on clearance.

Now that I speak to my close friends and family who all stay in the city, I ask them to send sweaters or something of the sort because I cannot buy them on my own. My mother has been great at sending me things since I first came to Statesboro so I am hoping that she will come through soon. I am keeping my fingers crossed that I will not get sick from being under dressed from the weather.

My lecture class has about 200+ students in it and is taught in an auditorium. The information is not very interesting to me so my attention is not held. Our class is basically listening to the lecture, looking at notes on Powerpoint, and occasional pop quizzes. Not a whole lot fo excitement there. There is about 5% interaction between students and the professor. I was warned about this type of learning environment in high school, so I am not completely thrown off guard by it but I just wish it would hold my attention so I will not fall asleep.

I sit in the second row because I feel the closer you are the more attentive you will be, but I have failed that theory. There are random days where I am wide awake and stay up all 50 minutes of class. Those days do not come often though. When I see people outside of class they always refer to me as “the girl who is always knocked out in the front”. It is embarrassing because that is not something I want to be known as, but I have no idea how to fix the problem. I am surprised that I have a B in the class. Even though I fall asleep often I make sure that I read all the material gone over in class and study hard for web quizzes and exams since they make a large percentage of our grade. When pop quizzes are given, they are over the material that was discussed in the class that day. We had a pop quiz last week and I found out yesterday that I had made a hundred on it. How I did that I do not understand, but I am happy I made it. Maybe I retain information in my sleep.

I am hoping that I will resolve this issue as soon as possible. If not, I will just keep my fingers crossed that I will pass the class with a good grade.

I still had ants crawling all over the basket to worry about, so I ran outside and began shaking the basket in a wild rage. Most of the ants had fallen off but there were still a few soldier that were trying to hang on for the ride. I then kicked the basket up and down the front yard of Brannen Hall. Thinking back I do not think that was a smart idea since more ants were in the grass, but when your scared and upset at the same time you do not tend to think as much. Surprisingly I made it through that battle. I was very proud of myself because I am absolutely terrified of bugs.

After doing my laundry, I searched the room to find a trail of ants so I could stop the problem from the source, but there was not one to be found. Later on that night, my roommate found a hole on her side of the room where the ants were coming in from, meaning there were still more to come. Now that the root of the issue was found we placed a work order for the room to be sprayed for bugs. The request was quickly fulfilled, which was very relieving. There is still a small group of ants that roams the room, but I think I can live with having to kill a few vs. an army.

I often missed talking to my mother everyday after my classes. Gladly she can now reach me when she has something to tell me about what my sister may have done that day and I can reach her when I feel down about being so far away from home. Being able to talk and text to the people who I hold dear to me helps me cope with being so far away from home. I had not verbally spoken to three of my best friends, so of course when I notified them that I had gotten a new phone we instantly began to catch up on what had been going on in each other’s lives.

I feel like I am no longer an outsider. I do not have to wonder what is going on with anyone, I can easily just call and ask myself. When walking to class I now can keep up with time. I did not have a watch to help me on that. I am finally reconnected to the world.

The next morning I called the phone company and deactivated my service so that the person that had it would not do any damage with the phone or go crazy with minutes. I checked my account activity online and saw that the person with my phone had texted one number late that night until earlier that morning before I deactivated my service, as well as calling two other numbers. I called the three numbers to see who they had contacted and see if they could give me any information on who had it. The number that was being texted was a guy that I had just met recently and he let me know that the person who had my phone was sending him pictures of me to him and pretending to be me. He was not aware that the phone was stolen, he thought it was me the whole time. The thief had also called two Savannah chat lines late that night from my phone. I was furious and so was my mother because she had to buy my a new phone.

When I called my mother to see if she had received my new phone in the mail so that she could ship it to me, I received horrible news. She had found out that someone had stolen the package and the phone was now missing. Now I have to wait another week before I got another phone. Luckily the company did not charge her for another phone. I cannot believe someone had stolen something of mine twice in one week. It feels like somebody is watching me.

In my paper I plan on discussing the perception of my roommate before I met her and what I expected out of the experience of living with her. I also plan on sharing my feelings towards the process of selecting a roommates, because I feel as if the paperwork given to help select one for you is not accurate at all. I will be using this paper as an outlet also to vent about what has been going on with my roommate and I.

After practice the “boyfriend” and I had an argument and I was very upset. I have the type of personality where when I am ever upset about anything I like to be left alone to calm down and think about the situation. Due to my current living arrangements, that is far from possible. All I wanted to do is cry and pout to myself in private. I could not stay in my room because of course my roommate was there and on top of that studying, so I decided to leave the room. I  went to the back porch and came to find a couple of people appearing to have a good time. I then went to the front porch, but that was not convienent at all since the front door is in that area and someone is always passing through. If it was not so late at night I would have just went for a walk, but it was too dark and deserted outside. I decided to just sit on the sidewalk and call my best friend because she always calms me down.

That made me feel better about the situation, but now I am trying to figure out how will be able to handle more situations when I am upset if I cannot have my personal space and privacy.

Attempt #1: The weekend of August 28, 2009, our old high school was playing their first football game of the season against the rival school. We wanted to go back to support our friends on the football team and our old dance team that we were apart of for the past three years. After a long search to find someone to come pick us up, her older sister notified us that she would be there to get us on early Saturday morning. That was the happiest news I had received in a long time. I packed quickly Friday night and spent the night at my best friend’s house so her sister could pick us up in the morning. Sadly around 10 am that morning, her sister called and told us that she would not be able to pick us up because she had things to do that day.

Attempt #2: Labor Day Weekend. Everyone on campus seemed to be going home for the three day weekend so of course we would try to do the same. Another big game was also coming up for our old high school that we wanted to attend so this would be the perfect weekend to go home. Once again my best friend sister told us she would come get us seriously that weekend. We tried not to get our hopes up but she assured us that she would so of course we got excited again. When the day came around for her to pick us up, she let us know that she would not be coming to get us because she had woke up late and would not be back in time if she came to get us for her son’s football game. We lost all hope after that. Instead of sulking in our sorrow we decided to attend GSU’s first football game. After the game we received some good news, a friend of our’s from high school that attends GSU as well was going home the next day and asked us if we wanted to come. We jumped at the opportunity, so on Sunday morning we headed back to Atlanta.

I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home so I was happy to surprise my family and friends. The reaction on my mother’s face was unforgettable. On Sunday I spent most of my time with my family and on Labor Day my friends and I went shopping which I was so excited to do. I was so happy to be in the city I didn’t wanna leave but the time came Monday evening to say goodbye until Thanksgiving. The tears came uncontrollably down my face but deep down inside I was still happy that I got to spend the little time there that I did. Can’t wait until Thanksgiving break!

Toodles!

Tryouts was a three day process. The first day was composed of teaching three different routines, the second day was focused on perfecting the routines, and the final was the actual day for tryouts. I was so excited each day just to be apart of what was going on. The routines were somewhat challenging but very fun. The roster for those who made it was posted this morning in the Union and I was happy to see my number there along with my best friend’s number.