I’m heading off this afternoon for a volunteer weekend on a college campus.  I’m going to live in a dorm and there’s a packing list, a ton of rules and regulations, and a very organized schedule.  It’s feeling a whole lot like freshman orientation all over again.

This second chance at freshman orientation seems like an opportunity for me to be better at it than I was the first time around.  I feel like as long as I don’t kiss someone the second night, get upset when he doesn’t try to get in touch for the rest of the week, freak out when I see that he’s in my French 140 class, double freak out when it’s clear that he doesn’t remember me, and then spend our entire 15 minutes of conversation partnering trying to say “Remember me?  Come on, you have to.  If I played that Nelly song do you think it would bring back any memories?” in broken French I’ll be way ahead of 2000 Julie.

And looking at the schedule, there’s no French 140, so I think I’m set.  I’m also guessing there’ll be no Nelly, which should help too.