Lets Get Retarded!

Well, it's official. I'm a UTSA Roadrunner...does anybody have a gun I could shoot myself with? Well, maybe I'm too dramatic, it's not so bad.
I woke up at like 7am Tuesday not nervous at all for orientation...just exhausted from work the day before. I knew exactly where I was going, since my mother forced me to ride up the school to find the building we were supposed to meet in. I was all alone, since Alex found out the day before he had to attend a different orientation for CAP program kids.
I found a seat in the mini auditorium and ended up being crammed in between a wannabe abercrombie model, and a hoochie mama that smelled like onion and hairspray. But nonetheless, it wasn't as hellish as I thought it would be. Our orientation leaders were pretty cool. They were all juniors/seniors and were hilarious and did the typical skits reenacting peer pressure, sexual harassment, and drinking/drugs. It was then that I realized why UTSA isn't known for its school of the arts. But I was proud b/c apparently our group was the only group that didn't laugh outloud during the rape scene......I laughed on the inside.
I was dreading lunch since I didn't have anybody to sit with. There were other people that were alone too, who tried to look cool and independent, but you could tell they were shitting their pants. Luckily, the people I was next to in line struck up a conversation about how this whole thing reminded them of the first day of elementary school. I met Zach, Lisa, and Alina...so we sat together with two really nice girls from out of town. We spoke of jobs, majors, and different types of lettuce that we preffered.
Anyway, the rest of the day went by slower because it got more into the nitty gritty of college classes. I finished up orientation today, but they didn't login my transcripts yet, which affected some of my classes that I wanted...assholes. Sooo, I have to return before school starts to get my schedule straightened out.
You stay classy, San Diego!