My days currently go like this:

9am- IB English
10ish- Journalism class. I never do anything because I can accomplish a week's worth of assignments in 20 minutes flat.
11ish- IB History
12ish- Lunch
1ish- Photography class. I really never do anything. We're even allowed to leave the classroom to 'take pictures' aka walk down the street to get a coffee and justify it by taking a single photo.
2ish- Law class. I actually do things and feel the need to show up and do things because (1) I like the teacher and (2) half the class doesn't show up.
4ish- Get home
4:30- Leave to go to work or procrastinate with the occasional panicked bout of homework.

It's a little disquieting to have my day alternating between classes where loads are expected from me to classes where the teacher assumes everyone is an idiot. For goodness sake, I'm considering just turning photography into a homework period either in the classroom or walking down the street to a coffee shop. It's just not worth the effort to sit in the classroom and struggle to find things photography related to kill time with. 

After May 10th, my IB periods are free so I'm strategizing ahead of time ways to maximize my time skipping class but still being marked present. My classes will be even more of a colossal joke. I plan to catch up on a lot of reading and revisit the revolutionary concept of having a social life. May 10th is freedom.
Hearts,
Julianne

Today, I acquired:

• A two inch long cut on my hand from the bread knife that I was trying to cut my bagel with. Between the eczema and oven burn already on my hands, doing anything is kind of hell. At this rate, I'm likely to lose a hand by the end of the week.
• A roommate for next year. Since we are two of the three people we know who are planning on going to King's, Hannah just kind of assumed that we were going to be roommates and started making plans without actually asking me first. However, I'm totally fine with someone I could live with semi-adopting me and making decisions about my living arrangements. And Hannah is a really fantastic person, though we haven't been good friends until lately. I think we could be easily compatible roommates. It's a pretty great feeling to know something, anything about my life come late August.
• A pair of Gangnam Style socks. Will felt bad about the roaming fees I got from him sending me texts while I was in the states so he gave me a gift of cat stickers, a box of crayons and the socks. I feel like there's a proper occasion to wear Gangnam Style socks and I just don't know what it is yet. 
• A realization that if I have to pay $15000 for a year of education, the cafeteria had better have chocolate milk on tap.

Hearts,
Julianne

NYC pictures

(I enjoyed messing around with focus and shutter speed.)

Hearts,

Julianne

Day one: NYC

Today I learned that I'm so good at cities.

Just kidding. I woke up feeling ok and at noon I was ok but then in Connecticut about twenty minutes from the New York boarder, I was suddenly really aware that I was on a crowded four lane divided highway. I was simultaneously struck with claustrophobia and fear of fast cars, despite that I was but a passenger. Needless to say, the rest of the drive was not a fun one, but rather one filled with anxious shallow breathing and frantic games of solitaire on my phone with hopes that it would distract me. Then came the actual city. My parents somehow thought walking through Times Square would be a good idea. However, I wasn't really in the mood for such things and didn't want to be near people, touch people, or do anything other than stare downwards, burrow into my scarf and scuffle away from crowds. There probably has never been a worse day for me to go into Times Square.

I guess I need to get out of New Brunswick more often. I've been through London, Amsterdam and Nairobi without too many problems and suddenly I have issues with anything over two lane highways. I walk overcrowded hallways five days a week. I really shouldn't be scared of much. Maybe I'm just aging into an old lady, unsettled by change, way before my time.

Damn sporadic anxiety.

Things will look up from here.
Hearts,
Julianne