We had some excitement surrounding the arrival of an unwelcome guest… Hurricane Irene! The storm was forecasted to hit directly into Amherst with 75 mph winds and lots of rain. As a precaution our home-opener against Fairfield was re-scheduled and we were unceremoniously moved from our 20th floor accommodations in the John Quincy Adams Tower to the lower floor of another building. That meant two moves in 5 days as we finally got into our regular housing assignment on last Tuesday. Fortunately for this part of central Massachusetts the storm was a bit of a dud. We were obviously lucky because I know the flooding on the other side of the Connecticut River has been awful.
Unfortunately for me, I'm sporting a mean shiner for the first week of school. A collision in the Elon game has taken me out for at least the next week. Good news is that my headache is gone, I can finally open my eye because the swelling is down and now it's just a great conversation starter. I bet my professors will all remember me (aren’t you the soccer player with the black-eye?) I just wish I could have a better story about how it happened - maybe a loss in a MMA bout.
Putting the weather and soccer drama of the last week aside, school presented its own set of problems for me. I've blamed it on my concussed state of mind, but going to my first college class I found myself painfully lost and utterly confused. Strange, since I felt so confident last week about my superior campus knowledge! I found myself walking into a 200+ packed lecture 20 minutes late, black eye and all. It was an embarrassing first impression, and I made sure I was a half hour early for my next class. Getting to places today was easier (obviously my previous dementia had departed) but I think that my Honors Seminar could be the toughest class I ever faced. Thank goodness for mandatory study hall and the available tutors. Let’s hope that they are up on their Plato and Socrates!
Probably the only downside to not being the only people on campus anymore is how packed the dorms and dining commons are. We had become sort of possessive of the school. It seemed like it was just us and the football team for so long (I’ve never seen people eat so much grilled chicken and boiled eggs) that I became too accustomed to no wait and “all mine”. I know some schools have special housing and dining facilities for interscholastic athletes. If you asked me last week if I wanted that my answer would have been a resounding… no. However, another long wait for a sandwich or the girls’ bathroom and my mind might change.