My House is the Number 7
The sound of my keyboard is really starting to conote staying up late and/or wasting time. And college hasn’t even started yet.
Speaking of college, I have about 3 rooms worth of stuff that I’m taking down. I have a feeling I’ll be sleeping with my guitar again this year if there isn’t enough space elsewhere.
I realized tonight that all houses can be described in the shape of some number. Like, my house is a 7 because of the long hallways and one room at the top etc. Dorms would be a little tricky though, they are like calculators I suppose.
So I thought i was done with the whole culture shock thing, but I think coming back into the American educational system is going to be a big wake up call. and not a good one. The British (NZ) system is dramatically different and this could be very bad. haha, then again, every year i think is going to be harder than the next and it never is. Since 1st grade, it never gets any harder. (ok sliight understatement…)
