It's about half past ten at night and we just had a fire drill. This involved absolutely everyone, all hundred-and-something students and all the res. staff, exiting the dorms through one very narrow door on my wing, right next to my room. Delightful. Then we huddled outside in the surprising cold - it rained a lot earlier and civil feet were with civil rain made cold - as the standard roll-call who's-missing oh-damn-we're-locked-out procedure took its course. A dearth of clothing of the underneath variety rendered yours truly particularly chilly, but I got a kick out of just leaning against the wall and watching all these sheepish boys reenter through the girls' wing afterwards.
And there aren't enough kicks to go around at the moment. Stress Week. Today I had another chemistry test - I got an eighty-something on the last one, which isn't bad for a first exam - and I think i went all right, but I spent all of Monday and esterday working on that and not the maths test or English paper that are both happening/due tomorrow. So structured study was not fun. I'd be working on the essay right now if I hadn't just bribed a neighbor with copious quantities of chocolate to proofread it.
Oh, and someone convinced me to run for student senate. I got all the nomination signatures I need, and I've decided that my platform will be returning to monarchical rule. I'd also like to do something about the cafeteria. It's sometimes all right, and actually can be very nice on weekends, but there's also a lot of really not-nice frozen food, and some simply illogical practices that could be easily remedied... such as the idiotic use of Idaho potatoes. This is Northern Maine, people, get a grip! That really frustrates me. And it seems like the student government here actually gets its shit together and does things, which is cool.
In my attempts at avoiding the cafeteria, I've actually made some rather nice friends. The kitchen is a good hang-out/faux-study spot, and tonight I made pasta and shared it with a few girls and talked about their boyfriends, etc. I'm also becoming That Deranged Blonde With The Camera. There's a guy here with really, really incredible style who wanted to join LookBook, and he needed photos of himself and a friend. They asked me to take them, and we ended up having a 45-minute shoot in the laundry room, and we were all on top of the driers and I got some abfab and some rather risqué shots. It's nice to have such a range of models, from study-geeks to such pantherine fashionistas. I have another shoot planned for Saturday with a very pretty new friend, and I promise I'd be showing you all this if the internet here weren't so funky. It replaces correctly-spelled profanity with *censored*, and I initially thought that blogger was fucking with my posts and shit, but it's just the goddamn bloody school filters (rebellion-inductive). I can't seem to upload photos to blogger, either, or use iChat, and my mail programme won't send, though it can receive. I've got to get to the tech guy and have it all straightened out, but for now you'll have to perch tensely on the edge of your chair and just keep refreshing this page.
And my lovely next-door friend has just returned with notes on my disaster of a literacy narrative, so I'll sign off now. Weekends used to be a nuisance, but they're becoming my drug... why is it only Wednesday? No matter, I'm going to read a bit of Emma before bed tonight. God, Austen is becoming my second-choice narcotic.
Rosh Hashanah, happy new year. The Jewish astronomy teacher is volunteering to take people to the nearest synagogue. I think I'll go this weekend, just to see how they manage it up here.
Oh, and the dorm dog got into my room today and ate my dried meat. I've been leaving the door open because I've lost my key. Whatever.