Finding My Place

You know what sucks? When the highlight of your entire Friday is going to class. Seriously, I’m about to go crazy here. Michael and barely speak past the usual “Hey, how’s it going?” and I barely talk to anyone in any of my classes. I chill with a few people on the hall, but I’m starting to wonder if I’ll be able to find my place in Clemson. It really seems like there’s nothing to do here except eat out and go for walks. So instead of heading to Harcombe for dinner, I decided to make something a little more high-class – beef ramen and a can of Pepsi. I ate, then decided to fiddle around on the internet, look at some funny YouTube videos, StumbleUpon some stuff, the like. But after a while that got pretty old. I decided to check my Gmail like I do every hour or so, and came across something that gave me a little hope for this place. It was a link to the list of clubs offered at Clemson, so I decided to scroll through it. A lot of things were listed – African and Caribbean Society, Asian Student Association, Clemson Players, and hundreds more. There were so many that I had never even heard of. I have no idea where to start. Over and out.