Raw as they come...

Well, maybe not as bad as I was my first day, but I still feel pretty raw around here--I'm finally able to walk and/or bike around campus without a map in hand, and I can now say that I've been to the library (writing friends: yes, I know it is a terrible sin to have waited so long before entering the hallowed halls of the library, but I get off at 2:30 and the summer hours have the library closing at 3:30. When you have other errands to run, some things slip. I will try to behave better in the future. LOL) and have my laptop hooked up to the WiFi. (Which I am loving...I'm writing this from my dorm, actually.) My work station, the bakery, is AMAZING, and I'm really getting to like the people I work with.
In other news, I had a great time tonight because my aunt and uncle surprised me with a "kidnapping" to the Landing for the evening. We had ice cream (double dark chocolate with Butterfinger bits for me--and now I feel slightly ill...) and listened to someone playing panpipes. I wanted a set so bad, but there was no price tag. If you have to ask, it's too expensive.
Oh, and the uniform was a cool thing too: I walked into the store and found that there was only ONE pair of the pants I needed. Leave it to God--they fit perfectly. Is he awesome or what?
I had about a hundred other things I wanted to write, but they'll have to wait--like the character descriptions I'm working up for the fascinating people in the kitchen (Chef Louis, the funny, nonstop talker; Chef Chase, who's just cool; Nancy and Brenda, my supervisers, who are each wonderful in their own way; and Chef Walt, who would make a great Puddleglum/Gandalf/something more cheerful sort of character...) and the fact that I'm working on THE LAST CHAPTER of "The Tale of Ander Collins".
But that will have to wait, because it's past my bedtime. :)
Goodnight, all--and keep praying for me!
~Trav