three hundred and sixty

I'm back at Duke.

My room is in the center of campus, overlooking the bus stop and Alpine Bagels, it has two closets and a ridiculous amount of floor space, and my roommate (from freshman year) is tenting.

Sorority recruitment is over, we have an entirely new freshman class of baby Phis, and I no longer have to spend 8+ hours clattering about in heels, with a permanent smile plastered on my face, and make conversation with girl after girl despite subsisting on only coffee and Lifesaver mints. Strangely though, I enjoy recruitment in a way because it forces us all to be in one room--and the fact that I leave recruitment loving the girls in my sorority instead of hating them really says something.

Classes are in full swing, there is a new floor in the library called the Link that is essentially the love child of Ikea and Apple, and it could not have come at a better time because my new moleskin planner is being rapidly filled up with readings, papers, and application deadlines.