Columbia Visit!

I just got back from my first visit to Columbia as an official college student. I have to say, everything looks smaller than I remember now that I'm all grown up. It was kind of a whirlwind of a trip, even though I took it pretty easy once I got to Columbia. Flying down for a long weekend was pretty enjoyable, on the whole. I only missed one Bio. lecture for the test tomorrow, and I already know basically everything there is to know about the kidney, nephrons, and such. Thanks anyway Yolanda Cruz. She's my Biology teacher, and she's really cool. Sassy, I would call her. She will sometimes ask questions like she is mad at you a little bit, with her hand on her hip all attitudinal like "Can you synthesize cellulose? You cannot, can you? huh?" I want to answer her like "no ma'am, I can't, but I can try if you like," and hope she calms down some.
In my recent travels I spent a lot of time around airline personnel. They are a group of extremes, I tells ya. Anybody who is actually going somewhere seems like they're in a good mood (the pilots, flight attendants, the bus driver who saw a wild turkey and told me to catch his bus in November so we could come back and get it for thanksgiving); but the people who stay put are always pissed off, it seems. The security people can't believe that anybody doesn't know that you have to take your shoes and your jacket and your belt off and take your laptop out of your bag and put it in its own container and you need your boarding passes again even though I just showed them to the guy on the other side of the metal detectors. the X-ray people are bored and radiated out of their minds, I'm sure. The Starbucks barista was just delightful and greeted me with "What?" instead of "How can I help you?" or some other standard phrase. Maybe it's all the standing while everyone else is moving, I don't know. Airports are stressful places. A lot of hurrying up so that you can wait, it seems.
Fall is coming quickly, and all of the sudden I feel super duper busy. An upperclassman told me once that it was hard not to get involved with a lot of stuff, maybe even too much stuff, at Oberlin. I laughed then. Now, not so much. I've been doing cross country since before school started, and classes started a couple weeks later. It started out slow enough, with one or two classes a day and light homework. Nowadays I have two quizzes every Tuesday, an exam in Bio tomorrow, lab reports due early next week, a trip to Como last week, a job at the Mad Factory downtown (where they mass produce insanity, I tell my friends), and applications in for a paid blogging position with the Office of Communications and a publicity photographer job with the dept. of theater and dance. Whew! I guess i just kept finding stuff that I really wanted to do (or that the college makes me do). Plus, they PAY you to do cool stuff. At the job I have currently I get paid to play improv games with kids, I would be paid if I got the blogging position, and paid for doing photography. I realize the last two are far far from set in stone right now, but getting one of them even would be really cool. Provided I still have time for sleep. That shameless hussy.