Tuesday, August 30; week two of college. I hate Tuesday/Thursday mornings. 9:15 to 10:30 sitting in a huge lecture hall listening to a quiet woman talk about computers as I sit, sqaushed under a fold out desk with the reeling feeling of chlosterphobia making my leg jitter annoyingly as I glance too frequently at the clock to check the time that passes too slowly. The good news? I'm ahead. Speaking of computers, Nick has succeeded in fixing mine and I think my left hand has carpletunnel. My wrist hurts. Ok, I'm just being dramatic. But seriously, Nick fixed my computer so I will finally be getting it back either tonight or tomorrow at the latest. I am ridicuously excited about this news. I was walking back to my dorm today and took the outside stairway like I typically do because it's so close to my room. I get all the way to the third floor, pull out my key, and realize there is no longer a lock to put it in. Apparantly these side and back doors (which have been untouched for YEARS) are no hazardous and unsafe. So we must enter always through the front and after 8pm we must have our ID to enter through the front or we're not getting in. Stupid. And a pain in the rear, truly. I think we might revolt. The importance of something I thought I had to say is now gone, thus, this entry regretably ends...sorry. Carrie