Porter College is the best f**king college!!!
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Sep. 22nd, 2009 | 10:03 pm
I do not know why I've not felt settled enough to write. UC Santa Cruz is a dream in so many ways. The community and curriculum are so "turned on" and the campus is nestled in a gorgeous redwood forest with sweeping views of the Monterrey Bay. I feel like I have returned to Witch Mountain. There are so many great and exciting and new things occurring. Each day is a new set of possibilities and activities since moving to UC Santa Cruz. When I arrived the dorms were still under construction so I was put into temp apartment housing which turned out to be a cool thing cause I immediately bonded with this very gregarious and beautiful young woman who is into philosophy and death metal. Everyone here is super friendly. Everywhere you go people introduce themselves and say hello and chat and stuff. It's a little weird for me feeling so alien around the throngs of young people. They all seem so tiny in stature as well. When I finally moved into my dorm it turned out I was put into a 3 person studio which means in theory we have a kitchenette and our own bathroom. Right now only the sink and toilet work. Everything else is under construction like the entire building. My roommates are very nice and both at least a more mature 25. One is a young open minded cool taurus from LA and the other is your scraggly bearded vegan hippie type. We seem like we'll coexist quite nicely. So far we've been glued to our laptops in the evening with a little chat here and there. During the day we've been doing our own thing.
So far I've gone on a bike tour of campus and into town. The ride back was brutal and a lot of us walked our bikes for great stretches. That same night we went on an arduous hike behind the college to the most amazing moist clay lined cave. The school put a cement barrier over the entrance but some students opened it up exposing the iron ladder into the large main chamber. As we made our way in we eventually had to crawl on our hands and knees thru wet slimy clay. The 3rd chamber was so small we had to crouch down together and it was very warm and difficult to breathe. The caves go on even further but the cavern gets dangerously small and descends into seudoscorpion land and creepiness.
Thursday is the first day of classes. I bought tix to see the Pet Shop Boys in SF Wednesday so that means I'll be hoofing it back super early Thursday to make my 1 p.m. class. We're supposed to have a strike that day so things should be interesting.
I almost forgot to mention the initiation last night. It was lead by the fabulous Porter (College) RA's who were topless in war paint, yellow and red, our colors. People beat everything from pans to drums and there were even bagpipes. We marched to the center of campus where we danced and drummed and screamed chants about Porter College being the best college, well best f*cking college actually. Did I mention that I love being at the art college? I cannot imagine being anywhere else. Indeed, Porter is the best college (on campus).
ps I've been taking pics but I wanna wait till I compile a good selection b4 posting them