First Day In the Sticks

I love it!
Granted, I was a little scared going through the cornfields of a state that hosts the headquarters of the Klu Klux Klan (I really expected white hoods to appear out of the cornfields at any moment) but, I arrived safely to find not only is it a mini version of my undergraduate university, but it's very homey and quaint. I'm the only first year student in my gerontology program, but all the other students were very open and obliging. Unfortunately, we have an Aunt Betty in my program. Aunt Betty is that older black women who decides to attach herself because she still subscribes to the old adage that because we're black we must be best friends, and because I'm older I have to give you ALL my sage advice. I'm not saying the black folks shouldn't connect to each other and be resources to one another, but this lady....she wants to spend at least an hour telling me about the amazing pool, the new work-out facility, the writing lab, and on and on.... I do appreciate every being soo sweet and nice to me, but lady, I just got here, let me breathe. She's that older lady that asks fifty million irrelevant questions in class and always seems to sit by you. ((Sighs)) Well, everything can't be perfect :)