I'm a Whitney lookin' for a Lauren

Today my first week of Magazine Publishing ended. When people ask me how it's going, it's kind of hard to say because 1/4 of it was a lot of "team building ice breaker games" (ie. "what quirky thing do you have in common?", "what would be your exotic dancer name?"); 1/4 has been review of my BA stuff (if only I had any longterm memory, 50% would probably be review); 1/4 is exciting, 1/4 is unknown, which is the scariest part. Did that even add up right? It's fine, I'm not in a math program... yeahhh...

I'm not sure where I stand, since we haven't been graded yet and I still have that nervousness where I want to do well so badly that I might end up choking. I have no idea where these other students are coming from. WHAT ARE YOUR AGENDAS, FELLOW PUBLISHING STUDENTS? Put a bunch of like-minded students together and it's all well and good until you figure out what the hierarchies are. I just want to be the awesomest. Is that too much to ask?

At a more basic level, everyone seems relatively nice and the campus smells like Cedar (and sometimes garbage)? I've been getting around okay (mostly because my colleages lead me around) however I got lost once attempting to follow someone to the bus loop, only to realize I was following them to their car. AWKWARD.

It's tiring though. Even though my hours are shorter, I'm not used to waking up at 630am regularly. I've never had to, so, yeah. But it's been okay so far. You'll see, in a couple of weeks I'll be swearing and cursing transit because I keep waking up too late and they don't pick me up.

I think that's all for now... must sleep. oooh. I've been up for 21 hours. sweet. Shall I attempt to go for 24?