Thought, since it's my first day of sophomore year and all, that I'd post another entry and catch up anybody who might be reading this.
First thing, re: my last entry. The concert was a lot of fun. It was pretty boring for the first five hours or so, till Flyleaf and Evanescence. (I spent most of that time talking off and on to Josh and watching these adorable lesbians who were three rows in front of me.) I knew exactly two Flyleaf songs and most of the Evanescence ones, so that was cool. (ETA: Less cool when the femme half of the aforementioned lesbian couple decided to stand on a chair directly in my line of vision for half of Evanescence's act, but whatever.) Korn took forever to come on, and once they'd played the one song I know by them ("Coming Undone"), I kind of started wanting it to be over. But it wasn't for, oh, another six songs or so. Then it was crazy getting out of the place and out of the parking lot and so late by the time he got me home. Then I had to wake up early the next day and pack. (But I got all the packing done and we only left about ten or fifteen minutes late.)
So Saturday we got here and got moved in and it was all sunny, then we went out for lunch to Carino's and when we left there it was pouring. Crazy Oklahoma weather. Hasn't been keeping that up, though, thankfully.
Saturday I chilled, mostly, and Sunday I got the rest of my books and chilled some more. My roommate got in about 7:45, and we got introduced and such things, and then it was 7:55 but I felt like I had to ask her if she needed help moving in, just to be nice and social and whatnot. She said just with the mirror (what she brought a mirror for in the first place is beyond me, as we already have a perfectly good one; must be some girl thing about full length mirrors that I can't grasp), so I went down and helped her with that and only ended up missing the first minute or so of 4400, which, well, could have been worse, so I was happy. And MAN was that episode good or what?? I hope they don't have to kill Tom like they killed Matthew to rid him / the world of the person from the future in him. I can't see them having to, since they've made Tom such a likeable and important character from the very beginning, but...still.
Dead Zone ruled too, as always, then I went to the mandatory floor meeting (the roomie didn't) and it was pretty fun. We went over rules and stuff, with the RA offering hilarious anecdotes of rule-breakers when she had them, which was most times. ("I saw someone smuggle in a dog once; their bag moved in the elevator...", "Once, somebody had a ferret they kept under their sink...", "And one time, someone had a duck. They kept it in their bathtub.", "Oh, and the cameras in the trash room turn and follow you now, so don't, like, light a phone book on fire and throw it down the chute because they'll know. Yes, someone did that once, too." and so on. Quite amusing.) And there were brownies at the meeting and I also made friends with this Astrophysics major named Mary, which was cool, because she's in Physics III this semester and I'm only in two, so she can/will help me with my homework. Which I'm going to need, because as I think I've mentioned, I have last year's terrible professor again. If you can teach yourself, the man's awesome. He's hilarious, interesting, keeps your attention, etc. I suppose it's better than nothing. But I can't teach myself, and sadly, he can't teach me either. So we'll see how that goes. At least his class is curved steeply. Who knows what's gonna happen if I try to make it as an engineer in the real world, but for now, I'm cool with just passing the class again. And Mary told me the teacher I'd been suppposed to have is actually worse than the one I do, so I guess it worked out after all.
Wow, that was a ginormous block of text. Sorry about that.
Anyway, so the first class I had today was Physics, with the aforementioned awful prof. It was the same as last semester, more or less, except for a couple things. One, he said he's going to try and not use as many PowerPoints, but rather the chalkboard instead. Which is bad. Especially since lots of people can't read his handwriting. Me, it's more of a problem following his thoughts when they're not laid out on the slide for you, but I can never really follow him anyway, so I guess it's okay.
Two, it's E&M, and is basically vectors, vectors, and more vectors. So hopefully, it'll be easier. He seems to think so, anyway. And Erin (pretty much a physics genius) is in the class with me, so she'll maybe be able to help, along with Mary. We'll see.
Next was Calculus III. I dropped from Honors into Regulars this semester, and have pretty much never been so glad I did something in my life. Yes, already. I loved my old Honors Calc prof to death, great guy, but again, if you didn't get something... it was pretty fast-paced, so you were kind of screwed unless the homework helped. His class was curved hugely as well, so when I made a C last semester (got owned by a couple homeworks and a test, and it kind of showed), I knew it was over for me. The part of Calc I'd had in HS had passed, and I needed Regulars to be able to follow it.
I was worried that, with the Reg classes not being curved as steeply, if at all, I'd miss something and it would fail me, but it's looking like I'm gonna be okay. I mean, we went over sequences today and limits of sequences, and the prof went into the technical definition of a limit only so we'd know it existed -- we don't have to use it. (Of couse, I knew it existed; I'd been forced to memorize and try to understand it both previous semesters in Honors.) Somehow, he made it make sense. Took out one of the Greek letters, explained the other one as "Epsilon is the Error, that's how I remember it", and it suddenly became clear. Astonishing. Now, if he keeps this up and I can just keep up with the homework, it won't matter that he doesn't curve at all. *shivers* Still, it would be nice.
Finally, Statics. I had no clue how to get to the building, so I took a Howdy Week golf-cart kind of mostly meant for freshmen, but whatever, I look like a freshman anyway, so no one really cared. And, if you can believe it, even the guy driving the golf-cart wasn't sure how to get there. But we used my map and found it and now I think I'll be okay, since Alicia helped me find my way back. Because she's in that class too (I know her from CS for Non-Majors first semester; she's AeroE like me), and that's pretty awesome that I have a homework buddy. Gonna have to race to a left-handed desk in class though, since there's another lefty, but it's okay. As for the class, we didn't do a whole lot, so I don't really know what it'll be like, but the bridge-building project doesn't sound too bad.
Hmm, what else....
I haven't seen Sam or Becky yet. They're my two main friends from here, besides Tracy, the dragon Otherkin. Whom I haven't seen either, actually. God. I need to get out more.
Speaking of getting out more, I'm gonna try and go to the GLBTF (Gay/Lesbian/Bi/Trans/Friends) meeting, if I can figure out where/when it is. My gay friend Eric thinks it's Thursdays, but who knows? Idk what it'll really be like, but I'm really, really interested in finding out.
And speaking of that, I really will email Goddard (the Health Center) one of these days, to see what they can tell me about therapy there and whether there's anyone there who's experienced in gender dysphoria. Because it would be kind of useless otherwise. Failing that, I'll have to look more into that guy in OKC. According to his website, he even seems to be aware that gender identity doesn't have to be one or the other, which is great. Expensive, but I need someone like that, so hopefully Goddard can provide.
And my mom seems to want me to tell my sister. Says she thinks she [my sister] will be mad when she finds out I/we have been keeping something like this from her. But as I told Mom, not only do I not want to tell her and then be wrong or something, but also, I don't think she'll be terribly surprised. I mean, this is my sister we're talking about. She's told me that I wouldn't like a certain thing of hers because "you're not a real girl" and also that "you're not a girl, so you wouldn't know, but...". Both of which, naturally, made my day. Apparently I come off a little butch? :) But yeah. I think she'd roll with it, mostly, really I do. What I wouldn't give, though, for a reaction like Lonelyrabrat got from his little sister. Here's the poem she wrote, which he posted on some LJ comm for us (can't recall which):
So, yeah, totally awesome. Gotta love people like that. Hold on to them tight, because they're so, so wonderful.
Just like my parents, who when they left OU, gave me a goodie bag that ended up containing oodles of candy and a book called "God Thinks You're Wonderful" with a note in it. ...Might as well post that, too, I suppose.
Please remember that we love you -- no matter what.
Just as God is -- we are always here for you.
You are never alone.
We wish only the best for you and want you to be happy.
You are always in our thoughts and of course, our prayers.
We love you!
Mom & Dad
So yeah. I love them to death, and I'm so, so grateful.
I know the minute I post this I'm going to remember something I forgot to write, but for now, this is good.
Till later, then.
P.S.: One of these days, I might post the diary entries I've been keeping lately throughout all this gender crap. I don't know. I'm still really worried about what's going to happen with my RL friends who've Friended me, as none of them have mentioned this yet but I know they'll see it all eventually. Ah, I don't know. We'll see how I feel the next time I'm in an LJ-posting mood.
ETA: Yeah, I remembered something else. My hair has been bugging the shit out of me. Like, really seriously hardcore kinds of driving me crazy. When it was longer, it could just kind of sit behind me and be forgotten about, but now, it's always in my face and my eyes and my mouth and driving me nuts! I want it shorter so bad. Gah. One of these days, maybe. Hopefully.
[Further edited to remove my birth name from my parents' letter. *facepalm*]
[And edited even more to remove unconscionably identifiable info (professors' last names, roommate's recognizable first name, etc). I promise this is the last edit.]