My room continues to grow in comfort: I bought a bookshelf today to house all three boxes of unpacked books...hopefully it's sturdy enough not to collapse.

And while the apartment feels a little more like home each day, I have the feeling that I will be lonely, tired, and hungry more often than not. Is this what being an adult feels like? I think my roommates already pity me a little; at least that's what their faces say when I shout: "Be home soon!" only to realize that they don't exactly care where I'm going or when I'll be back...That's really none of their business. I plan on calling my mom tonight before I go to bed.

I am also currently worrying about my credit load for this first semester of college. I don't want to drop any of the classes that I have already signed up for (Intro to Feminism, Latin 101, Human Event) but I don't think that I can work thirty hours a week and take a full sixteen credit hours, or however many they 'encourage' us to take...

I also don't think that I'll be taking Latin anyway, which makes me a kind of sad. French might be a better option for me, or Arabic, if I plan to work in Global Studies...Arabic sounds so hard and I've heard horror stories.

And even though I scored a 2 on my AP Calculus exam, I hope that testing into Pre-Calc will exempt me from taking College Algebra...not that I would mind an extremely easy class...at 7:30 a.m. I should call my adviser and make an appointment. I should stop saying that I will do that and never doing it.