Tidbits from my exciting life as a college student.
My yoga teacher cannot remember that my name is Camyron, so he asked if he could call me "Camy". Usually, only my family or close friends call me this. It is weird hearing him call out in front of the class "Camy...you need to lean in to the pose more..."
His name is Patrick, fighting the urge to address him as Patty or Pat.
Also, my Political Philosophy Professor tells dirty jokes and attempts to relate them to philosophical concepts. He also ends every class by saying "Alright...party on".
I am pretty discouraged about my grand attempts to study abroad, the cheapest program available was a minimum of ten grand. TEN GRAND. More than I pay for school in a year. I am feeling a bit deflated when it comes to my grand adventure plans.
Told you it was exciting...