Day 1b: Monday, Aug. 24th

Class starts at 12:35. Buses are between me and class. Time to get hiking at 11:30 to make sure I get this bus thing down. It arrives soon, and takes me to the stadium, as planned. Good. The campus loop bus took me near my intended building, then a little further away before I realized it was not going to pull a u-turn for my benefit, so I hopped off and took a little walk. Class was as expected, with a teacher, some new classmates, and some familiar ones. Class time itself, as I've found out since then, it usually the least stressful part of my courses.

I dropped by my department's offices for a second, left, and got on the same campus loop bus. Now, here's where my logical took an obvious fault: If there's, say, 30 stops on a loop, and my building is around the 5th stop, logic dictates that the same bus on the same route will have about 25 stops to go before arriving at its termination point. So, I had a nice 20 minute ride, wondering about which bus I should take next time.

Riding the bus gives me a good chance to observe the natives of the university. A good example (though is was not a bus phenomenon) I thoroughly enjoyed hearing a one-way conversation from a guy talking on his cell phone. While he was shopping for an overly-expensive FSU hoodie, he was chatting about how his mom won't buy him a new controller. That in itself is humorous to me. Of course, this are many other instances I personally don't know about, but I'll go ahead and presume this guy also was not living at home, complains about not having money, but in the next breath complains that he won't be able to go out drinking a particular night. I do presume, but these thoughts are a compilation of various conversations I've heard.

Another favorite is the girl on the the phone trying to get her e-mail changed in some account she has. Changing it from "Chik234@hotmail.com" to "Pink2343@hotmail.com" is something I find very interesting and love to hear about. Apparently the customer service representative was unfamiliar with the word "pink" and had to have it explained to her. This got annoying, but then recalled that everyone around me paid a lot of money for the opportunity to better themselves and their minds, which will hopefully lead to a decrease of e-mail addresses that include the word "pink," and will hopefully also lead to a decreased in the amount of people who are unfamiliar with such a bizarre concept such as "pink." ("A color!" the girl of the phone exclaimed.)

An easy bus back to the Learning Systems Institute (LSI from now on, mostly), and after goofing off a bit (by which I mean "working" if someone asks) it's a drive home. No worries so far. Tomorrow should be the same schedule, but of course things never turn out that way.