back to school!

Hopefully for the last time ever.

No, no, no...I actually like school. The bags, the books, the school supplies. The humorous professors. It's sad that it's my last semester, but I do need to get out of here. I feel like I can't stay in a certain place for too long, unless that place is home--where the fam and friends are. It would explain me being "okay" to leave Paris when my time was up and feeling like that year was fulfilling.

Anyway, classes are off to a good start. Have a lot of great teachers. I'm taking a Horror Film class right now, and hopefully it'll help me get over my fear of horror films. Guess what: I won't be getting any sleep Thursday nights. My class is on Thursday so I get the whole Thursday night to mull over the film, let it sink in. Great. We watched The Descent, a British film about a group of girls who go spelunking. I actually really liked it. Especially the lighting, it was very well done.

I sit by myself, it's kind of sad, at most of my classes. At one point, my professor was talking about some books and he said, "The last name is Miller. Anyone know the first name?" And no one said anything, and without thinking I said to myself, "Henry." And I really drew it out, like an old British lady finally meeting the love her life that she thought she lost in the war: "Heeenrry." The professor didn't hear me, but a couple students around me did and just looked at me. It was definitely one of those many moments where I said to myself, "Elaine...you're in a public place. Watch yourself."

I've picked up bowling for a hobby, and just bought bowling shoes online. I guess ever since I inherited the bowling ball Dad found, I feel like should at least be pretty decent at it. So I went bowling by myself at my local alley. Felt like I was hiding a secret going there by myself. You know how people secretly smoke and don't want their family members to know? I felt like this was my secret.

There were mostly old people there playing in a league. The lady working there was very sweet, and I got a lane at the far end. Right near the end of my game, this guy around my age is bowling next to me! So that we shared the same ball spitter outer thing. Was she setting me up? He was not cute, too skinny and a bit of a showoff. And his own bowling ball was rainbow colored so...