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I am quickly adapting to my new environment and beginning to feel like this is home. I absolutely adore my roommate. My next-door-neighbor is so sweet. Today all the freshmen and transfer students went to a camp for swimming and outdoor activities. I thought I would die of the heat and there was a girl who had injured her foot so we decided we would come back to school after spending a few nice hours at the lake. I pulled into my parking space, unlocked my apartment, did my dishes (again. How can they keep building up?), did some Rebirth Publishing stuff (like drafting a letter to the Asandra Insiders. You can subscribe by emailing asandrainfo@issym.com), read a book–Percy Jackson and the Olympians, The Titan’s Curse–(because I know my limits and it was time for some rest) and fell asleep. Later, my roommate and I teamed up with three guys I did not know and had a non-stop laughing, running, playing and doing stupid stuff evening scavenger hunt, followed by smoothies and a game of egyptian ratscrew in the student cafe with all the other freshmen and music blaring (I won the card game for the first time ever!). I came back to my room (my key to the building is not working so, for the record, not all adult stuff is fun or easy) and it felt like home. Home. I miss Maine, but I am glad to be here.

My morning coffee date with my next-door-neighbor turned into a hall party. Tuesday night I will be watching Psych with another girl on my hall. The waffle-maker is out in the cafeteria and I am out of the mostly shallow water (but if anyone else calls me just Jessie and not Jessie Mae, Jess, Jessica, etc, I think I will scream!). I am home.

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“I’m Jessie Mae,” pause for an answer. “What’s your major?” pause for an answer and a return question, “What’s your’s?” “Business,” pause for an answer. “Where are you from?” pause for an answer. Interject that I am from 20 hours away (without stops) in Maine. Sometimes we will delve a little deeper, depending on the situation and if the personalities mix or clash. This has been pretty much the conversation for the last three days between all the students. The shallow water is already getting old, but it will not take long before we will be in the deep end.

Once again I am surrounded by distinct characters: a photographer with a talent for acting (he had us all convinced that he was part of the senate here at CIU and the head of the cooking department. Everyone wanted to join even after we found out it was not real), a jersey girl, a sweet next-door-neighbor (who is coming over for coffee and Lucky Charms tomorrow morning before all of the freshmen head to some kind of beach/camp thing. I will be driving and she will be my co-pilot), an easy-to-get-along-with (blessing from God) roommate, a poet, a resident life director with a dry sense of humor that reminds me so much of my brother, Charlie… My mind is already percolating with new characters and plotlines and different twists on old ones. (That is what will make it so hard to stay focused on Asandra, which has a lot of editing left if it is going to be done by November.) I love drawing on inspiration of life! I love the feeling of imagination at work.

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