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One Student's Journey

The Countdown Begins

Only a few days left now, and I'm still nowhere near packed. And that's the least of my worries.

First off, there's the possibility of getting utterly lost every time I step out the door, or as one friend put it, "running around like a chicken with its head cut off" trying to find everything. East Campus looks like something out of an Ayn Rand book, from what I've seen - most of the buildings are complete clones of each other. You half expect to see little robots marching in and out of them. Fortunately, my dorm looks nothing like the rest of East, so at least I won't have to resort to clicking my heels together three times whenever I want to go back to my room.

That's another thing. The Dorm (accompanied by the first strains of "Beethoven's Fifth") is big, bad, and lacking air-conditioning. Perhaps instead of "Beethoven's Fifth" I should have used "Feelin' Hot, Hot, Hot" as a theme song. When they talk about hot nights at this dorm, they aren't just referring to the fact that it's coed!

But from what I hear, that's another big part of life in my residence hall. Lucky me. I live at the Universal Party Site of East Campus, otherwise known as the "Hell Hall." I wonder if I'll manage to graduate in ten years, with that kind of atmosphere. I've already made a deal with some fellow freshmen. They can party in my room, as long as I can study in theirs.

Yes, I do intend to study a little. Despite my jokes about graduating in ten years, I'd really like to do it in four, or maybe three. Duke may have other opinions about that. But we shall see how well I battle my evil professors when I get there (a note to any professor who may be reading this: it was a joke! I don't think you're evil. More like divine, actually. Yeah, that's it. Divine. Can I have an A now?)

The Countdown 8/25
Moving in 9/1
Going to Class 9/8
Rated PG 9/15
Athletes Foot in Mouth 9/22
Shaken Not Stirred 9/29
Sleeping with the Enemy 10/6
Withdrawal Symptoms 10/13
Why Duke? 10/20
Par-ants Weekend 10/27
Halloween 11/3
Who Am I? 11/10
Travel Guide 11/17
Give Me a Break 11/24
Thank You 12/1
Campus Camp-out 12/8
Apply Yourself 12/15
Rushing Back to School 1/26
Chi-Omega Land 2/2
Apply Yourself #2 2/9
Three Month Itch 2/16
School Daze 2/23
Politics and Popularity 3/2
They Came They Saw, They Choked 3/9
Dating at Duke 3/16
Weekly Update 3/30
Beep Beep 4/6
Extra,Extra 4/13
Room to Move 4/20
End of the Innocense 4/27
Help Me 5/1
The Last Hurrah 5/8
In spite of all these worries, I'm starting to really get hyped. As I looked around my room last night, a funny feeling of destiny hit me. I've decorated my bedroom in Duke blue and white since I was born, so maybe being surrounded by my school colors won't be so strange after all. Even in my application essay, I said that Duke seemed like home away from home to me. I can't wait to see if I was right.

The first of my little group of high school friends left for college earlier this week. The night before she left, we all ended up sitting on our cars in a parking lot, staring at the stars and laughing at old times. Even after she drove away, no one else could get up and leave. It was easier to keep gazing into space and think about what was out there for her, and for us.

Later in the week, I found myself sitting on a boat with my dad and brother-in-law, once again searching the horizon for some clue as to where I was going. As we looked up into the velvet black sky, a quote from "Contact" came to mind: "If there wasn't anything out there, it would be an awful waste of space." That's how Im beginning to feel. I just hope I don't run into too many hostile aliens while I'm at it. But it's going to be a fantastic journey, and I'm ready to blast off into it. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

 

 

 

   
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