"College Musings" or "Too Many Short Sentences" or "The Wall of Awesome"

The fact that I pretentiously used the word "musings" will attest to the fact that I have been in the College World for a grand total of three weeks minus a day.
Dorm life. Not a day goes by that I don't double-check the shower for cockroaches. There is great community here. We've all bonded over cafeteria food. This hallway is decorated with Disney princesses.
My second week of classes commence. I experienced the thrill of awaking at 8A.M. and arriving at Intro to Old Testament at 8:09A.M.
Unruffled.
Poised.
Bright eyed and bushy-tailed.
9 minutes late.
I was let off easy, but needless to say I learned my lesson.
For several hours.
This morning I foolishly decided to relearn this lesson. I went to lunch right after chapel. PEOPLE. Never go to lunch right after chapel. It's a trap. Your stomach deceives you. Trust your schedule. Go to class.
American Sign Language class is a charming little group of people. We aren't allowed to use our voices, but we are already fluent in numbers one through fifteen and, "My name K-E-Z-I-A. Your name who?" (remember to furrow brow and stick our your chin in perplexity) After class it takes several minutes for us to dare to talk.
I have a little mailbox, #377. I always think of the movie Shop Around the Corner.

Oh, my Dear Friend, my heart was trembling as I walked into the post office, and there you were, lying in Box 237. I took you out of your envelope and read you, read you right there.

You know how she opens up the box puts her hand in and sighs when she finds that it is empty? As of yet, that hasn't really happened to me since you all have been so kind and correspondful. I've had some sort of mail almost every day.
Thanks to all who have written to me. Write again. I will reply. Truly!
Now I am sitting in a loungelocated in my dorm. It is called the Hyphen. Before me sit two of my hall mates and looming above is the Wall of Awesome. Apparently it was inspired by 1000awesomethings.com. People have written on construction paper some things that touch and inspire them. Such as.
Roasting the perfect marshmallow. Hearing from camp friends. High-fiving babies. Living with someone who doesn't mind killing spiders. The smell of rain on a hot sidewalk. Finally getting that piece of popcorn that's been stuck in your teeth all day (personal favorite)
Being a freshman but hanging out with upperclassmen. Is this truly such a big deal? Apparently its tradition for the junior and senior crowd are supposed to behave uppity and aloof. Remind me to be like that in a couple years. Sounds fun.
What with the tardiness issue, I didn't have the grandest day. But you know what? I'm taking a hint from my friend Hannah Ruth. I'm going to pretend to have the best day ever. Unfortunately, every time I said, "Hello! How are you!?" to my fellow college students, the sound that returned was a guttural groan of agony.
But I do hope you are all having a lovely beginning of autumn. This is my favorite time of year. Smile. Give hugs. Go to bed before 3A.M.
Kezia