The Bus

I was never allowed to ride the school bus as a little kid. 

Sheltered life, I know.

Not that I minded. School buses are gross and usually sticky. (Jam hands, y'all)

Not the Auburn buses.

These buses are POSH. 

They've got cushioned, separated seats and air conditioning and everything. 

Me gusta. 

 How I try to look on the outside despite my bus excitement: 

How I most definitely look: 

There's just something hypnotizing about these buses to me.

I just cant explain it. 

Part of my love for the buses comes from my deep committed love for the yellow flower covered fields filled with cows and horses surrounded by white picket fences we drive by en route. 

The thing is, I'm the only one that cares, because Huckleberry Finn and Tucker Bob next to me on the bus all grew up on farms.  

I'm not sure how to express my love for them yet.

Perhaps saying something to the driver?

"I like your bus!"

"You have a really nice bus..."

"This bus has bewitched me body and soul......"

None of these seem totally appropriate. 

Buses aren't all kicks and giggles.... 

But I still love them. 

This Place is Weird

I've seen some crazy things here.

For starters, I sit next to the dumbest girl I have ever met. Ever.

EVER.

I nicknamed her King Tut in my mind. 

Why?

We're listening to a lecture on early Egyptian civilizations and just out of curiosity I glance over at her notes. 

Famose? Tome?? IN TACTED??

My first thought was "lol this girl..."

But then it became "How did you even get here?!"

English is most definitely her first language. No excuses. 

Other words that she's butchered with a huge unintelligent knife: Citizenedship. Suicede. Deimention (dimension) and SLUTTER (slaughter). 

The last one made me choke on coffee. 

All I can really say is that we will not be study partners. 

So King Tut was number one. 

Second weird thing?

Life-sized cardboard cut out of the Pope. 

But with an added bonus.

A sign taped to the side that says "I'm an AU Fan!"

                                     

At first I was like, "I really doubt that..."

But then I was like..."You just made the Pope lie to everyone..."

Catholic Club Fail. 

Then there's this Sir.

Every day for eight hours he sits in a rolling chair on the sidewalk on campus.

He's our "security guard"

Dont be fooled, I've just narrowed this post down to the three most memorable.

I've seen a host of other weird things.

Like my next door neighbor shooting a bow and arrow in his front yard. 

I'm also 50% sure I saw Liam Hemsworth on a skateboard. 

Which no one believes.

But Im seereose. 

Maps

My relationship with maps is similar to my relationship with math.

We don't have a relationship.

For good reason.

Feeling like a boss at this point

Feeling less like a boss. 

Just a peek maybe. 

A casual passing glance. 

Possible analyzation. 

Serious scrutiny. 

                                             I love maps. 

DIEEEE

There have been 10 spiders in my bathroom in 6 days.

TEN.

AND THEYRE ALL DIFFERENT KINDS.

In one respect that's a relief because I know a nest of them hasn't hatched and is taking over.

In another respect its terrifying because there could be 10 potential spider nests about to hatch.

In which case I will be going home.

Wednesday I went to Home Depot and bought some spider killer. That was a tough choice. Should I get the kind that kills mercilessly or deforms without remorse?

I sprayed more of that stuff than probably necessary to create a barrier around my bathroom. It was basically dripping down the walls when I was done. I was safe. 

Or so I thought.

But what kind of story would this be if I had been?

In the shower.

3.....2.....1....

Can I go home now?

WAIT

They have talking crosswalks robots here.

I know, right? COOL was my first thought, too. It tells you when to wait and when to walk as you're crossing the street. Great for the seeing impaired and for people who text and walk at the same time.

Let me tell you. It's not as cool as I thought it was.

Three seconds later. 

In case you didn't hear...

.......

Also...when they referred to this place as a "late night college town"... they obviously didn't mean the bookstore. 

How am I supposed to party without my 800 page textbooks? 

The Time Change

For someone who isn't great at math (and by that I mean struggles with basic addition), being in a different timezone is really throwing me off. Am I one hour ahead of home or one hour behind? Is it too late to call home? When dad said he'd call at 7pm, will that actually mean 6pm or 8pm?

Its been a struggle.

Especially on Sunday morning when getting to church on time was a necessity.

 My phone alarm went off at 8am as expected. I rolled over to check Facebook on my computer like always. The time there said 9am. Panic happened.

Monday I tried to find all my classes ahead of time. A new thing about college is that none of the doors are in order. 

Budgeting is also new. Tuesday I woke up and did some budgeting. 

I have $3.48 for food for the next four days. 

Shell Shock

The weirdest feeling of all is waking up in a bed and thinking "Where am I?"

The next subsequent thought?

"I have to feed myself."

If there's every a time in my life I've felt like Bear Grylls, that time is now: Dropped in the middle of a strange place with imminent danger surrounding (these small town folk do NOT drive like Atlanta's highly trained lot), equipped with the bare minimum and feeling the ever present desire to survive. 

Needless to say I won't be eating all of the spiders I've found in my bathroom thus far (by the way, that's not gonna fly) for a source of protein (chicken salad, anyone?), but the analogy will have to suffice for now. 

I'm 18 years old and out on my own for the first time in my life. Yeah. We'll see how this goes.