I’m sitting here, after a long and wild day of baking and laughing with a group of people that I will grow to love and hate, all at the same time. Perhaps that’s a big prediction but I feel so comfortable here, at my dorm Loeb, two streets away from Union Square and only a few blocks away from campus. I’m so happy with how things have been going, despite the minor spikes of drama that I’ve received, heard, seen and have rolled my eyes at. The one thing I tell myself is that it happens, and that I need to overlook it…and continue as if nothing had really happened. Remain myself, and not lose my sanity to it like I did in high school. After all, there are a lot more things for me to do here then there were back then.

Hell I’ve become the mini tour guide for the majority of newcomers that I’ve met. Showing them around to the places I adore and the places that are essential. It’s kept me entertained, and sometimes a bit annoyed because some have been obnoxious about it. But for the most part I enjoy it, and it doesn’t phase me.

Today I baked a confetti cake with vanilla and French vanilla frosting, sweetened strawberry and strawberry slices jam with strawberries placed on top, in the neat little formation of a ‘7′. Why a seven, and not something else? Because SEVEN is the floor that the cake was on, and SEVEN was the floor that invited everyone else to come join and eat. It was nice. I got praised. Whether people were being kind or not, I don’t know…but I’ve definitely gained the title or position of the Asian Baker for the 7th floor. It was a lot of fun…and because of absolutely love making desserts, it was wonderful to feed so many mouths.

That’s just one of the many effects of college, and that makes me feel really great. Another effect is that I haven’t slaughtered any fellow Asians, and dare I say it. I’m growing fond of the ones I do know. For example, Prin, my room mate is so chill and awesome, it keeps me really entertained. Then there’s Esther, who’s just the coolest Korean I’ve met thus far. She also has become the 7th floor’s chef, as she cooks dinner for EVERYONE. It’s amazing the charisma she has and the love for cooking that she holds.

As great as college has been so far, there are a few bitchy parts. For one, registering for classes hasn’t been the best and I’m not so pleased with my schedule. My adviser did not get me my pin number to register on the day she said she would, and when she did get it to me the day was almost over and I was just about the LAST person in my department to be registering. I have the leftovers, which didn’t make me happy. I didn’t get into any electives that I wanted, and I can’t get into some required classes because of it. So I now await for her override to kick in so that I hopefully, don’t miss my first day of class. Here’s hoping?

Also, I’ve come to realize I don’t have a supplies list because I’m not in Foundations, and I’m taking a Foundations class…so am I going to be the child that gets scolded on the first day of class for not being prepared? I certainly hope not. I plan, tomorrow, to send e-mails to my teachers asking if they require anything on the first day of class. I would like to leave a good impression, so I don’t have future conflicts with my professors.

AND I am praying to god that IB gets me out of Critical Reading & Writing, because I think that would be an absolute waste. In fact, even though I can get out of Art History, I know so little and would rather my 6 out of 7 in IB History HLII be disregarded so long as I can get out of CRW. That would make me happy. I wouldn’t bitch or fight for anything else. That sounds fair doesn’t it?

On a side note, I miss my freshmen terribly. Granted they’re sophies now, I’m wondering how each and every one of them are and what they’ve been doing and etcetera etcetera. I feel like a mother going through empty-nest. Haha.