Tuesday
I think the note to the future (technically not allowed in 1954, but it happened) was from Jill, based on the handwriting. I'm sure I told a few people about "Andyhuff," the compound name that many of my high school friends knew me by.
Neesham and I confirmed that we liked each other on a "pseudo-date" at Insomnia, the coffeeshop that became my home away from home for most of freshman year, and a good portion of the next three, too. It was a pseudo-date because we both had significant others, and we talked a lot about them that night, but it was also clear that there was some not-just-friends attraction there. I was a bit conflicted, but definitely piqued. It was sort of the start of my realization that maybe Melissa was right, we should see other people. But it was a realization I fought even as it became obvious, especially in the second half of the school year, that it was the right decision to make.
Wednesday
My first day of class went well enough. I'm not sure why I was so struck by two girls with curly died hair in my math class, but there you go. Honors English went well enough, and Molly, one of my friends from orientation, was in that class, which was nice.
German H263, "The Faust Theme in Germanic Literature," was probably the best class I took in college, one of those classes that is so college-y that it's practically a cliche. It was an honors class with only 12 students in it, part of the German department but more of a literature class, taught by a somewhat eccentric professor. It was like RQ but even more finely focused. You;ll hear a lot more about it ahead.
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