After a socially-packed week in Pennsylvania, we loaded the few things I had to take from home into the car and drove north to Saratoga Springs. We transported my belongings from the storage unit to campus in a single trip. The entire ordeal was very efficient. After a mediocre lunch, I sadly sent the 'rents on their way and tried to unpack, only to find that a lot of my boxes were damp, their contents moldy. After unpacking my books and bedding, I hung up the moist clothes and headed out for a night of catching up. Although at first I was unsure how I felt about being on campus, seeing everyone again made me realize why I was so excited to come back.

The following day, I did a lot of laundry and more settling in.

Then classes started. Since Wednesday, I've been really good about getting work done whenever I can. With two art classes and two reading-intensive classes, I don't think I can afford to dick around. We'll see how long this streak of responsibility lasts. I've still managed to get a good amount of socializing in. I hosted a movie night and plan to have many more. During meals, as expected, is a great time to hang out. Also, having a single room is fantastic. You can have whoever you want over whenever you want, but you can also tell everyone to GTFO of your room at any time. No unwanted friends of roommates; no worrying about your friends being unwanted by a roommate.

I worked this weekend at the dining hall (my usual morning shift from 9 am to 12 pm) and busted my balls during the day to essentially start and finish my first big art assignment of the semester, squeezing a little bit of reading and sketching in during breaks. The reason? Sunday nights have been designated as Family Dinner nights at Greg's apartment. I took some rice down to Scribner Village for an impromptu dance party and an amazing homemade meal. There weren't enough plates and utensils for everyone, so some people were eating out of pots and off cutting boards. I and a few others were stuck eating risotto-stuffed chicken, salad, and rice with our hands, but it didn't matter. It was so delicious. I look forward to next week.

Oh, and I was planning to host a viewing of The Fly (1986) this evening as well, but everyone has too much to do. This is why I have time to type up an entry.