Auspicious beginning

I’m back at

Syracuse, in my apartment.  I have an apartment!  How bizarre is that!  It’s exciting, though.  There’s a

LOT that has happened since I last wrote, because our apartment doesn’t have Internet and won’t for two more weeks, but I’m writing today anyway and I’ll post this later.  The days I spent at Lake George with Elisabeth were wonderful, of course, although a bit stressed – I went back and forth between wanting desperately to get back to

Syracuse and get stuff done, and wanting equally desperately to stay there for a full week.  But I’m back, my room is painted, my desk is mostly assembled (I’m missing a piece, so I have to wait for it to arrive before I can finish it), and I’m largely unpacked.  I haven’t decorated at all yet, all my decorative stuff is lying all over the floor, but that’ll happen tomorrow I hope.

 

Alicia, my third roommate, is excellent.  It turns out that we get along really well, and she adds a great energy to the apartment.  Also, when Anna’s not around because she’s busy with Mark, Alicia and I can hang out.  It means I’ll be a lot less lonely this year.

Rehearsals for Web have started already, and they’re going really well.  I think the show is going to turn out beautifully.  It’s something quite exceptional.  I’m sure I’ll write more about it as rehearsals go on.

 

Friday night, leaving rehearsal, Paul and I spotted each other across a, well, an empty room, and he ran over and gave me a hug and we talked for a moment.  Robbie was at the water fountain, and we made eye-contact briefly and then I looked away.  And I thought, stupid, stupid, this will only be awkward if you make it awkward.  But I didn’t correct the mistake and talk to him, I ran out to catch up with Anna.  But that’s OK, because yesterday I was at the theatre half an hour early, and he came over and talked to me while I was waiting for rehearsal to start.  It wasn’t just me, though, it was me and a guy called Steve-O, so the conversation was just a whole string of jokes from him, nothing real, you know.  But it wasn’t weird.  So that was good.

 

Today, of course, is Opening Marathon.  We just had the picnic, meet-the-freshmen part, and the party is tonight.  Danny and I got a Little together, his name is Eric, he’s MT, and he’s from

Connecticut .  He had to go to the Honours opening dinner, though, so he’s not here right now and I’m taking the opportunity to write before he calls and says he’s coming.  He seems nice, but it was too loud and chaotic right then to really talk to him, so I guess I’ll do that later.  Kara, my Little from last year, doesn’t get in until tonight, and I can’t wait to see her.

 

So after the picnic was winding down and Anna and I were on our way out, she stopped to talk to her Little, and that put us right in front of where Robbie and Paul were sitting with their new Littles.  And I smiled at Robbie, and he said “Hey!  How was your summer!” and I went over to talk to him and he gave me a big hug.  He gives good hugs.  This is the first hug I have had from him, and it beats Paul’s hugs by a mile.  He asked me how London was, and remembered that I was there for a week – I guess I sent my I’m-going-to-London-now mass email to him, too – and we talked briefly, he introduced me to his Littles, and said that I was going to be in Tenor, and it turns out that they’re coincidentally assigned to the show for crew, so he stopped to talk to them about that.  But it was such a nice conversation, albeit short, and such a nice hug…I sort of wonder if he even read my train letter.  I think perhaps he lost it or forgot.  That would explain a lot.  Also he introduced me to his first Little as Steph Mitchell, but I introduced myself to the second one as Stephanie, and he caught it and referred to me as Stephanie from then on.  So maybe he won’t call me that again.  That would be good.

 

I got a hug, a real hug, from Robbie.  I win.

 

I didn’t expect to be much interested in him this year.  I mean, after Sam, who could possibly hold my attenti

on?  But Sam isn’t here, and Sam’s gay, and there’s really no use in pining for him.  Although I do miss him very badly and it still seems like everything reminds me of him.  I can’t listen to the song he gave me until we have Internet, it sucks.  Oh well.  Anyway, I didn’t expect to pick up where I left off with Robbie this way…but I found that as soon as I had seen him the other night, he wasn’t on my mind, but I had about six dreams that night about him.  And we all know what that means.

 

So that about brings us up to date.  It’s kinda fantastic living in an apartment, although it’s a little bit haunted so that’s not so wonderful.  But other than that it’s great.  How come Anna and I always get the haunted rooms?  At least we can confirm with each other that we’re not just crazy, because she and I always see/feel the same things in the same places.  Anyway, the apartment’s great, but reallllllly hot right now…my room is still in total disarray, but I’ll fix that…and that’s about it for now.

 

Classes start tomorrow…I’ll try to write tomorrow to update about the room, classes, and the party tonight – if anything interesting happens there, which is a little unlikely.  And about my Little.  I have a new Little!  I’m excited.  This semester has great potential to be a really, really good one.

 

–Stephanie