After writing many drafts about an event that occurred earlier last week (the fashion show) and in which I had a horrible experience, I decided to scratch everything off and to not mention it at all. I realized that I am beyond what happened and that I've moved on. Everyone in this world has moments when they show their true colors and moments when they can be so hypocrite, it's unbelievable. I've even had instances when adults, some with whom I only share a professional relationship, would act so immature and would turn around and point out the "immaturity" in another person. Bear in mind that at this stage in my life, everything that I say, I do so for a reason. Everything. I know what is right and what is wrong, and when I say something that is considered "wrong", it's not because that's what I'm actually thinking, I say it to see your reaction when it comes out. A safe 70% of the time, I'll "provoke" you by mirroring your behavior and the funny thing about it is you will attempt to correct me not realizing that I just did/said what you did/said a few days back. But that is just the hypocrite in you. :)

Other than examining the people around me, I am examining myself in this environment. The dorm life is nothing but easy. I've practically grown up as an only child and to come here scared me. The section that I live in is filled with students who, just like me, are used to having the house to themselves. One particular girl (K), started off the semester wrong by having sex with her boyfriend and making so much noise in her room and in the bathroom. Also when she spoke on the phone, I could hear every word she uttered to her aunts, and parents. When she brought her friends over, I can hear every guy complaint they had, and when she listened to her tupac music (she is white by the way), I could hear the bass resounding in my room. She lives two doors down from me. One day, I was playing some music and when my door is closed, you can't hear it, but once it's opened you can. My door was left open for a few minutes while I went to the bathroom (which is literally right in front of my door) to brush my teeth. When I was done, I went back into my room, and turned the music up a little bit louder (cause I was feeling it, and it was a saturday morning) K knocked on my door and told me to turn the music off, and that she can hear it through her headphones. The fact is the loud noise that she constantly, and still makes does not disturb me, I am pretty tolerant, but for her to have the nerve to even come with that, and still think that what she is doing is not the same thing, I really don't get it. So step 1, to live in a dorm with strangers is to be tolerant, and stand your ground, because after our little conversation, she dares not come into my room anymore.

Spring is practically here, and I am so saddened by the fact that the snow is beginning to melt. It is presently -7 degrees (Celsius) and yet the sun is shining bright. Every time I go out, and walk down that hill, my eyes begin to water without fail, that's how the cold affect my eyes. It's almost understandable when you see the asians with about two scarves on, one around their neck and the other around their face, along with google, and ear muffs. I have cartilage ear piercings and it is crazy how much pain I go through when my ears are not protected, one time it even started bleeding on the spot. So it is lucrative to protect your piercing as much as possible.

Classes are coming along fine, I am having some issues with my home college, issues (I was told) that cannot be resolved. That, to me, is very unfortunate. My home college is treating me worse than the one I'm in now. Speaking of which, I am loving my French class as I am excelling in that. No matter how you put it, French is my forte. Latin and Greek are also going great, and I have no complaints for History of Medicine, it is Cell Biology that is not going great, but I have faith that everything will turn out the way it should. By the way, I am seeing a counselor here to help ease some of my frustration.

In the meantime, there are about 36 more days left in this place, and I am as excited as I can be to go back home. I will miss the freedom, the *actual college life* and the professionalism of the faculty and staff here but every good thing has an end, and I miss some persons back home anyway. This weekend the only thing really going on is a Hockey Game, and I might attend, otherwise I have to study for my Cell Bio midterm which is coming up.