Have I been here before?

So it's my second or so week back at Syracuse University, my undergraduate alma mater home away from home citrus-y love.

I've been through another grueling but ultimately rewarding band camp experience (of whom our new freshman are really kick butt) and have finished my first week of classes.

There are lots of things to be expected - pay checks, reading assignments, football games, dining hall meals, long walks on the quad and such. You know, what every late teenage girl dreams about in her sophomore year.

With everything beginning again, I've found everything is a bit more familiar and easier to follow.

The whole freshman oblivion has worn off to a point (though I still find myself lost on campus when I'm directed to buildings I've never had to step foot in before, but I'm not the only one. Seniors I call for directions to previously mentioned buildings have no idea either where the heck this freaking class is located, so I'm kind of on my own to find it. But luckily I'm not horrendously shy in crowds, so I ask around till I'm directed appropriately) and a sense of repetition is making me more comfortable by the hour.

Therefore

I've begun this blog as assistance to my poor parents and other extraneous family members (both blood related and those persons close to my heart though not in my genealogy) who within their busy schedules have been following my older sister's blog rather religiously, so I figured that with my awful communication skills (insert inevitable jokes about my major here) any bit helps.

I've also been told that my writing is anecdotal enough to be enjoyable. Through this I aspire to improve upon those entertainment skills and maybe fix some simple grammatical errors as well.

enjoy, this is mainly for you.