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Post by Friday on Sept 4, 2009 18:38:33 GMT -5
We are the Aggies... The Aggies are we...
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Post by Friday on Sept 15, 2009 13:34:08 GMT -5
I guess it really didn't sink in until my first weekend at home that I was actually away at college. Me, Kasey May Parker, had survived my high school years to only start all over again as a fish in college. Well half a fish anyways. I came in with 20 hours, only ten hours away from being classified as a U2 or sophomore. Go me!!
Now, if you read my previous journals (remember I mentioned in the first one this wasn't a diary), you will know, I'm the loudest and proudest member of the Fightin' Texas Aggie class of 2013! AAAAA!! But I know you are about a summer behind, so let me catch you up.
I still have my three wonderful younger siblings, they become so much better when I'm not with them all the time. I'm still going out with Dewayne, which puts us at about a year and four months, I don't know how much longer that will last though. He still remains jobless,motivationless, careless, and now other... factors have come into play (no worries guys, everything will be explained in great detail shortly). My mom, if possible, is even more paranoid about talking to me all the time but in her favor she has given me a lot more freedom. Although she didn't have much of a choice since I was going to college.
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Post by Friday on Sept 30, 2009 22:26:32 GMT -5
It kinda surprises me just how much didn't change going into college. New city, new “home”, different classes, but at the same time so much is still the same. I still do homework all the time. I still call Dewayne every night. I still talk to my girl friends, Lizzy, Sidney, and Sierra, all the time (huge thanks to our message board!!). It took 3 weeks for it to really sink in though that I was at college and not only that but that I was an Aggie.
That's what I love the most about college. Being an Aggie. It's like a disease. You can't be here and not catch it. It's more contagious than swine flu. I can no longer say hello, it's always Howdy. I have the urge to throw up my hands and shout AAAAA! Whenever I hear the number 2013 (AAAAA!), or even just 13 (AAAAA!). I also know that my readers(unless of course they are fellow Aggies), will never be able to understand this. I saw a shirt the other day and I'm going to have to quote it because I have no better explanation for it. From the outside looking in, no one can understand it. From the inside looking out, no one can explain it. And that's the truth. I'll try my best to explain all the traditions that I mention, but there is no guarantee you will ever feel the same way I do about them, unless you've caught that contagious Aggie disease.
The first week of school was possibly the most nerve-racking time of my entire life. I was leaving my family, going to live with someone I'd only met at a casual lunch, but other than her I was on my own. I moved in on Sunday, August 23rd. A full week before my classes were scheduled to start that next Monday. I got there before my roommate, Katie Hunter. Which wasn't a bad thing, I got to set up all my stuff and I got to pick my bed and which closets were mine. My whole family came to help me. My mom, step-dad, and the three younger siblings, Kyle, Nate and Roxie. The only person who didn't come was my dog Teddy.
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Post by Friday on Oct 14, 2009 14:20:13 GMT -5
And believe it or not, I only cried once that day. It was right before we were leaving the house. Everybody else was already outside in the van, and I ran inside to get something (I think it was my sunglasses). I was turning to go out of my room and Teddy was standing in my doorway looking up on me. His head was tilted to the side with one ear cocked up in the epitomy of dog confusion. He knew we were leaving. And he could tell it was a big trip, at least for me. You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to go. And I lost it. I sat down in the hallway with my dog and cried. The only one that didn't understand, I felt like I was betraying him. I miss him maybe the most out of everybody. It's weird not having someone in my bed everynight, someone that depends on me, is there whenever I need him to be, and that loves me unconditionally no matter what.
My family took me out to lunch that day after we had got everything all settled in. And when we got back, my room the first thing I saw was a big black man that filled my room (now I'm not racist, but I had no idea who this was, and he was easily twice the size of me, I'm going to be honest it scared me a bit). However, it was just Katie's almost step-dad, and her mom's soon to be baby daddy. After the initial shock, I soon saw the others spread about her room. Her mom, her almost step-mom, two younger sisters, and a little brother. This however was not all of them. Her dad and other younger brother were moving her car to the parking garage. If you haven't figured it out quite yet, she has quite the family.... I still don't understand all the relationships in that family. When her dad and brother joined us, that put the total number of people in our room to be 15. I don't think our room will ever see that many people again.
We had decided via Facebook that we weren't going to bother matching our bed spreads or anything else in the room. But as soon as I walked in (after I took in all the people) I saw Katie's bed, made up like mine, with the same yellow bedspread as mine. It's funny how things work out like that. So while we hadn't planned it, our stuff matched because most everything we had, matched our bedspreads, which were the same.
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