through my lens
Running on the beach in Ensanada, I acquired a massive blister on the bottom of my foot. Trying not to walk on it, I created a shin splints problem. Eating in Little Italy in
The good news is that I like my roommate. I’ve met hundreds of people. I have yet to eat in the dining hall because I’d rather sit on the deck outside and watch the ocean go by. It sure beats the heck out of the Food Zoo in
They renamed pub night to Aft-er hours. We can drink from five to six and then from nine to eleven. We can have two drinks in the first consumption session, and then four in the next. Technically we can have an entire six pack in one night, but splitting the times up like that almost defeats the purpose. Beers are $2.50, and I’ll be keeping a tab on how much money goes to that.
The attitude of everybody on this ship is superb. Everyone wants to meet everyone, and almost everybody has a brain in their head. I’m actually sick of meeting new people, I’ve met so many. I’d rather have a few good friends rather than knowing two hundred people as acquaintances. The faculty looks superb as well. It is extremely competitive to get a job as professor, so they are top of the line.
The past two days I’ve just been meeting new people and going to orientation sessions. I’m constantly thinking about my sister, imaging her in my position. It’s crazy she did this.
Tomorrow night is the student fair, and I plan on creating a College Republican – SAS Chapter. I’ve been the lone voice of reason over many meals already, constantly defending




