College is a super weird place. I thought, going in, that quite a bit of pomp and circumstance would actually be applied to the daily routine. Going over what's happened during the past week feels kind of like a bizarre collage of shapes and objects that were gathered by a crow. Also of note is the recurrence of herds of hobo people who had not had their morning coffee. Yikes.

Moving in honestly was the most stressful part of my week, I'd have to say. My grandparents were keeping an eye on everything, which I didn't really mind. I'm pretty used to getting smothered, eve though personally, I hate it. Then there were the usual formal introductions between hall mates, somewhat bland but overall okay. I did learn a lot about the frat parties, which are a very regular and integral part of the social life here. It's not my slice of life though. I went to Old House on Saturday, which I do not recommend. There was alcohol sloshing around the floor and inebriated folks grinding around on the sub woofers. I stood around awkwardly for five minutes and then walked back to my dorm. About an hour before, however, I was participating in a balloon toss in pajamas, declaring that I was a "professional sleeper". So that should have been a giveaway sign that a frat party environment wouldn't be my thing anyways.

Sunday and Monday were also very strange. Sure, there were multiple panels that touched on topics we had gotten in emails over the summer (a total letdown in my opinion), but we were free to roam around. I was not used to such freedom, so what did I do? I quite literally farted around and slept. But there were no repercussions, which I didn't mind. Being a simple little scholarly hobo has some apparent perks when you're not forced to interact in a cesspool of high schoolers.

The rest of the week kind of blurred into this gob of abstractness, if you will. Casually walking around in mismatched clothing with no stares from anyone. The long and painful process of registration. Computers can suck sometimes, and mine is no exception when about 90 people in the immediate surroundings are logged into one server. I did get everything that I wanted though, so Hobo Aimee got what she wanted, all in all. Listening through the last orientation event was on the opposite of the spectrum. I was not up for listening to the cops talk for an hour about kids getting drunk and acting stupid. I understand why they had the panel, but the feeling was repetitive. Also, someone needs to tell the officers that were present that their jokes were quite stale. Like, they were ten-year-old baking powder that Grandma refuses to throw away stale.

So yeah, college life is kinda weird. I've had no one keep track of absolutely everything I've done and everywhere I've been. It's kinda great, but also frightening. Hopefully I can continue to be a little hobo in the chill manner that I usually project.