College is so much more relaxed than high school. It's such a wonder to be in control of your time; how it's spent, where it's spent, how much to donate and how much to consume privately. On this first Monday of the new semester, I spent no more than three hours in class, just over an hour to writing, and lots of time with people I care about. First day, two classes; not too shabby. My JMC 201 class is totally going to kick my butt; news writing, lots of deadlines and stress. My French class is also going to give me a good beating, but at least I like my teacher (so far). David. First male French teacher I've ever had. But he's cool, laid back, likes to keep a relaxed atmosphere in the classroom so that students will actually ask questions. He spit out some phrases in French and I could feel the knobs in my brain clinking around, frantically trying to fall back in place to translate what he was saying. It's wonderful having Kristofer here. I think I'm still in denial that he'll be here all year long--it's too good to be true! I came back from class today and there he was, sitting on my couch! We'll be able to have lunch together every day, do homework and take breaks, and in all other concerns, spend a heck of a lot more time together than was possible last year. Tonight we even went to his house to have dinner with his family (and I returned with left-overs, of course). This year is going to be great. We're both going to be frantically busy, but it will be a great year. I started another story tonight. Well, I thought I started a story. Then I dug through the Shoebox and found a fitting chapter; copy, past, and three pages of I-don't-know-what. It was absolutely pouring though so I had to write SOMETHING. So, eh, we'll see. I'm such an old fart. It's ten after ten and I am so ready for bed. Gatsby, wait for me. Carrie