Hello.
I guess I should tell you about school, now that I have time.

College is the best thing that I have ever encountered. (Next to Nick, of course but normally I don't call meeting Nick an "encounter".) All of my professors are nice (even though my I&E prof channeled Mr. Watson yesterday), none of my classes are lectures and I haven't slacked off as much as usually. School is so much fun. My friends are awesome to just hang out with, all the clubs I'm involved in are either on topics I really care about or things I'm really interested in and the girls outnumber the guys 4 to 1.

My French professor is also the Spanish prof. She speaks French for the entire hour. At first, I was really afraid of that class but as it got going, I realized that we aren't learning anything. Then Shayne and Nicole told me that Mrs. Dudka is pregnant and on bed rest again so they aren't learning a thing either.
My English class (I&E) is okay. It's really a waste of time but since I didn't take the AP test and it's required...I'm trapped there. The prof, Dr. Dawson, is a hippie.

My PE/Health requirement (Nutrition, Exercise and Stress) is just that, a requirement. I'm trying to get it out of the way so I can be happy an unhealthy for the rest of my life. The prof also teaches the pilates and yoga classes at Aquinas so of course we had to do those things. Pilates smurfing sucks.

My math class is alright. I hate math. I hate algebra. My prof is pretty awesome and nice. She also explains things very nicely. I understand most of everything. Mostly because I've learned it all before and it's pretty much remembering. I hate factoring.

At Aquinas, freshmen are required to take this Intro to Information Literacy class that teaches you how to use the library and research things for papers. It's actually kind of interesting and fun but I'm a dork. The professor is the co-director of the library and, for some reason, loves me to death.

My web page design class is great. It's all done in Frontpage so even if I didn't know how to insert pictures, I could find out in less than a minute. The professor wrote the first college textbook on HTML and is pretty "hip". He grows all of his own fruits and vegetables, his house is run on his own generator, he loves spelunking and he cannot remember any HTML. He loves cars and music too. Pretty cool.

My friends are awesome. I met my friend Jeremy at orientation. We usually eat lunch together. Sometimes his sister, Elysia, comes along. She's a junior and transferred from Saginaw Valley State University. They're from Caro, some small town on the other side of the state. Shayne used to eat with us but now he's too cool. He's in my I&E class though so it's okay. I see my friend Emily once in a while. She's in my French class and in both SAC and the radio station club. She rocks. And she's beautiful.
Life's going pretty alright too. I got a job on campus at the registrar's office. I only get about 10 hours a week so I was thinking of maybe getting a weekend job too. We'll see. The only sucky part is that we work during all breaks. Which means that I don't know if I can go see Katie anymore.

Nick and I are doing great. We keep running into these crappy things (that I bring up because it's my job to over think everything.) but we get right through them. We keep talking about getting married eventually or living together next year. I hope it happens eventually. It'd be nice. Nick's a really nice guy and I hope he sticks around for a while longer. We're coming up on sixteen months. It's awesome!

On Wednesday, I got up the courage to drive myself to school. Ever since then, I've been driving everywhere. I love it and I never thought I would.

Anyway. Life is awesome. School is awesome. Yeah, I'm stressed and worried about a bajillion things but I'm having fun and growing up. That's all I wanted. Hopefully I can start going to church again. I keep wanting to but I make a thousand excuses every single time.

I love you all. I hope everything's going great for all of you. I miss you, Kelly, come home sometime. The rest of you all need to come home too.

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