Running in the Rain

I must say, yesterday was not one of the best Fridays I have experienced here.  I woke up late, and in my 5-minute scramble to get to Greek on time, I left my lifeline – a keychain with my cellphone, key, credit card, and student ID – in my room.  I had only gotten 5 hours of sleep since I had to cram intensely for a quiz on the omega-verb conjugations of the middle/passive voice.  My eyes usually turn bloodshot and sting when I am overtired.  At least the bottom rims of my glasses could cover up the dark circles underneath.  By the time Sparta came around, I was totally falling asleep, but the hunger pangs and the pile of B-papers handed to me made me alert again.  I've been trying so hard to understand all of the readings in that class, so I was greatly disappointed.

Things looked up in the afternoon, though.  My roommate saved me from homelessness and starvation, and we met at FoCo together, and then attended an "intermediate" classical ballet lesson.  Yeah, right.  According to the Blitz, if we knew what a pique turn was, then we'd be good to go, but this class was SO much more difficult than I'd expected.  We ended up sitting out for the last 15 minutes so we wouldn't become obstacles to the other dancers!!  However, I absolutely loved it.  I hadn't realized how much I've missed dance, and I had forgotten that wonderful feeling of moving my body.  The other dancers looked so beautiful and effortless – I am ready to work hard to improve myself.

Running in the rain made the day all worth it.  Last night was the "Fire and Ice" freshman formal.  To keep true to the theme, I chose to wear my short red dress – fire!  I really enjoyed getting ready with my floor mates, from my across the hall neighbor checking himself out in the mirror to my room mate doing artwork on all the girls.  She has such a good hand for makeup and make sure it suits each individual face.  I enjoyed how she made mine look natural, but still complement the vibrancy of my dress.  Everyone looked so great!  I don't have pictures, so I hope someone will post on Facebook.  Unfortunately, the prep was more exciting than the dance itself.  There was hardly anyone there, except our group, two other groups, and an awkward, creepy old couple fondling each other's posteriors.  Who let them in?!?!  It's funny that one of my close non-McCulloch 3 friends was there the whole time, but his friend just came in when we were about to leave.

That just meant we'd have to continue the festivities elsewhere.  To frat row!!  By the time we all changed back into casual attire and accumulated on McCulloch 3, it had started to rain.  We just made a dash for it.  Not much was going on in the frats, actually, but we did stop by one sorority house and one frat house, in which said non-McCulloch 3 friends tried *gasp* vodka.  I really hope I find them alive this morning!  Just kidding.  I saw them drink, and the cup was not even half full.

I want to go to a real dance party again.  Tri-Kap a few weeks ago was so much fun, and I definitely want to relive that night.  But not until Homecoming weekend is over!  That will be the ultimate celebration!  I really can't wait to sing and run around the bonfire.