Today was much better than yesterday evening. I think I was mostly displeased that I didn't have anything to do or anywhere to go but having time to just read and relax is probably a luxury I will soon learn to appreciate.

I had set my alarm for seven forty-five this morning, a little unsure as to whether the day's planned activities were mandatory or not. After laying in bed for thirty minutes trying to make a decision in my sleep, I got up and headed towards the dining hall. I had breakfast with Adam, who I had joined for dinner on the first night. We were joined by a few other folks and proceeded to a skit presentation used to introduce us to college life in a lively manner. The big group moved to another auditorium on campus for a Diversity Discussion, where a couple of teachers and students seemed to apologize for being white. I asked a good question, which Professor Stokes of the English department used as a poignant epilogue to the entire thing.

I was hungry and it was time for lunch. On the way out of the auditorium, I met up with Evan, who I met at the ice cream social, and a friend of his. In line for the dining hall, I found Adam, the transfer sophomore (I'll refer to him as Adam P. to differentiate) and we scooped up his roommate James and breakfast Adam. The four of us ate at a small, tall table made for two and had fun conversation, eventually joined by another sophomore whose name I can't remember.

Soon it was time to attend the J-Spot, a talk by sex educator Jay Friedman. It was informative, entertaining and also really relieving after being familiar with the puritanical, sex-phobic approach of most American educators. I was fortunate to have a European health teacher in tenth grade but for people without that luxury, I'm sure the event was a good way to open the doors to being open about sex and sexual health.

And then more shit happened! I went to talk to Professor Inamoto of Japanese, who I had been in touch with before. She got a sampling of my speaking and reading ability and redirected me towards the professor in charge of higher level courses. We came to the conclusion that the discrepancy between my speaking and writing, listening and reading, would make it difficult for me to fit into any of the classes and that, for even a fourth year Japanese student, my speaking was too fluent. He gave me the phone number and location of the Student Academic Services Office, which organizes the Peer Tutor program. After receiving a pile of forms and making a number of signature runs, I am an official Peer Tutor for second, third and fourth year Japanese students, mostly for conversation practice. I'm working in the dining halls for Work Study, so this is going to be my profitable employment.

Now I have to rebuild my schedule around not having Japanese and go talk to dining services to change my work hours. So much to do and classes haven't even started yet.