Yesterday June 10th 2010 I went to Rowan's Orientation for their transfer students. The day started out rather weirdly. For the first time in my life I chose to bring my parents along to something.

        Seriously, freshman year in high school I won an award for the outstanding over achiever for student council.  Instead of bringing my parents I went alone. I wanted to be "independent."

       Well, I brought my parents to this and we were butting heads the entire time. It was rather frustrating for all parties involved including my father, who was just an innocent by standard. I got to listen to a bunch of boring people speak about boring things that were completely and totally irreverent my experience. 

      There was only one other person from the theater department that came to orientation. We had fun trying to figure out where to go after listening to a music department person try to explain different things to us (as in how it is our choice to sign up for various ensembles and we don't have to let staff force us to join their activities.) We found our way trying to get into room 107 like it said on the sheet. No one was there.

       We kept on walking around the theater department, walking, searching. We finally found the spot. We met with Mrs Someone.  She later helped me figure out my schedule. She told me to email Mr. S to try to get into a class that was full. I don't know why but I just feel so awkward about this WHOLE SITUATION! I mean I do not know him yet I am asking for a favor to get into a class, and I don't even know the woman's name who referred me. (Honestly I believe it was his wife, but when i looked on the schools website it was still under her maiden name, but still. The obsessive person in me is freaking out because I don't know these things for sure. 

       Also I don't know what to do because my music appreciation class didn't transfer on the credit report and I don't feel like taking a 3 credit class for nothing! So yeah. This was a little ranty but oh well. I feel entitled to do so, maybe on here I can be head strong. When it comes to emailing people it is just a little disorienting.

       By the way, I met this nice chick in the theater department.  She was reading Mr Marmalade only one of my favorite plays! The song from Annie "I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here," is in my head. 

-r