What's Your Major?

Tuesday was my orientation day for transferring into college. Its hard for me to believe, but I am enrolled and all set to go to at Northern Illinois University. Its a pretty big deal for me, I never really thought I would ever be going to a "real college," I know I got the skills for it, my GPA from COD (College of Dupage, the second largest community college in the United States) was a 3.6 at my graduation. I know what your saying "oh its just a community college not that great." From what I've been told it was a hell of a lot harder then Northern, but then again I'll find out soon enough. Its all just a little intimidating, I guess I hold college up to these really high standards like it should be a really intense academic thing and only the cream of the crop in intelligence are capable of doing it. I know this is far from the truth because some of the biggest retards I know have degrees from Universities, so it can't be that hard. I guess its like anything, you put time and practice into it, and you will master it. I really look forward to January and moving on with my life and taking it to the next level.

The orientation thing was kind of dumb, just a lot of mumbo jumbo about how to register, and for a group of people that have already been to college in some form somewhere, you would swear they were talking to us all like we had never registered for classes before. Then we were all sectioned off into our respected fields of study, and broken off into smaller groups by our majors. I happen to be a Comms Major, with my emphasis in Corporate Organization, what ever the fuck that means! I have no clue, but it sounded like something that could land me a job at a company of some sort later on in life. Then I had to talk to this admissions adviser who had the worse cataracts I ever seen. He said a lot of bla bla bla about how I already had an AA and was in like flin and sent me on my way to visit with a Comms advisers. My Comms adviser was this woman who had a mustache thicker then mine. As she spoke to me about my future I became mesmerized by it and all she said went in one ear and out the other. The next thing I knew she had me registered for a bunch of classes that I don't know what the hell I'm taking except she said "If you drop these you'll never get back into them, so don't!" That intimidated me a bit, and I was a little disheartened to find I would be going to classes five days a week. Then I had to go and visit with my Journalism adviser for my minor. Communications and Journalism go together like pees and carrots. The Journalism adviser had this club foot and was a real ass. I think he was pissed because all the transfer students were making him do work. He just threw me a piece of paper and was like "ah pick some classes from that list."

The day ended with me getting my student ID! I think I should have shaved first because now I'm stuck with this beard for the next two years. Is it me or do I look more like a professor at the school then a student. Like my uncle Ben always used to say "with a great beard comes great responsibility."