Tuesday, August 19, 2003

It's here.

Move-in Day is tomorrow. I will be an official RA.

Damn, I'm nervous. Right now, I'm frantically trying to finish posting my door decorations. I'm irritable, tired, and nervous. Also, I have a beautiful sunburn on my neck, replete with a chain tan from my necklace. It's very red. And the rest of me is very white.

Band camp is going on. I went to two and a half days of hell. I won't be going to any more, at least until my residents are settled in and I have no more pressing duties at Parkside. I miss the band, though. It's just been a day of abstaining from practice, and I can't wait to chair and march and twirl and watch the drummers moon us with (hairy) asses. I hear the cadences when I walk outside, and my heart beats a little faster. When the band plays "Tribute to Troy" to the football team, I get a shiver down my spine. I hate a lot of the drama associated with band - the stereotypes and rumors hurt us more than TMB members want to admit. However, it's all worth it. And that's why I keep on participating, year after year.

I got frustrated today. I'm a decisive person, I've decided. And I just don't deal well with bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo. I want clear, concise instructions. I like succinct meetings. And I want to get things done. Right now, I feel like I need to bottle things up in order to keep the peace. Maybe that's what I need - a bit of discipline?

I don't know. But tomorrow will be a trip. As will the next semester.