June 14: Day 1

After two semesters of anticipation, three weeks of preparation, and four hours of transportation, I finally arrived at GHP. I unloaded my bags, set up my room, and promptly spent four hours exploring the campus (which is nice, because now I’m “that guy who knows where things are”).
Three orientations (during one of which I sat less than ten feet away from Cathy Cox) and one horribly protracted dinner later, we were shipped off to the rooms of the heads of our respective majors. There, my fellow “Commies” (as Communicative Arts majors are known) and I had the pleasure of meeting our six teachers… and our 91 classmates. So it looks like this is going to be quite the exciting summer.
My roommate is a soccer player (and French major! Yay!) originally from Mexico named Marvin, and he certainly seems nice enough, which seems to be, with a handful of exceptions, the status quo here. And, speaking of French, I’ve decided to forego it as my minor, as the only French course offered is an intro, and I like to think that I’m a bit beyond that now. So now I’m deciding between Design and Vocal Arts.
But yes, overall, the program is fantastic, and I will not regret the six weeks I spent here in the least. Hoooooray!

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