Reflections from the First Week

Is this is?


Why do all of the classrooms smell like fart?


Biking home in a lightning-thunder-rainstorm with my bag and books wrapped in a trash bag, Nancy the custodian gave me is incredible, watching the lightning hit the ground down town with me biking by it, dodging tree limbs that fall down.... and drenching.

My civil procedure class has a teacher who storms in the same way Snape does in Harry Potter, and the class falls deathly quiet as soon as the door opens for his entrance.

My contracts teacher looks like a mischievous elf (the taller kind...not the Keebler kind), with giant, pooofy gray hair clouding around his head. And he literally brought his clasped hands up to his chin, smiled dreamily and said, "A contract is a promise." I don't think i want to enter a promise with him. I'm sure I would lose.

Missing Austin. I had a slight panic attack. thinking of the places I could have gone. And instead I am here, in Waco.

Ups and downs, sputters and starts for friend making. UH? uh. UH? uh.

I am scared to speak in front of everyone. Where is my teacher confidence now?

Kind of started a dating relationship....kind of.