Turbulence...

      But hopefully clear skies ahead. It's hard adapting to life on the island. On one hand many things are the same; of course, there are mean people and unhappy people everywhere. But I can't decide if dorm life is better at UAF or SBU. Except dining. SBU, you are the clear winner on that ( Sorry, Tilley). But I went down to the kitchen today to heat water (because I can't use my electric kettle in my room- or have a microwave) and it put a damper on my morning. It's in the creepy, dank basement. The colors are all pale. There is no fridge. It's a run-down ghost town, not the jovial place a kitchen is supposed to be. I can't eat in a depressing place- food is too precious. I suppose this means UAF Moore Hall has a pretty swanky kitchen, so snaps for that.
           I'm trying to get to know people in my department, but it's hard. I walked into the Newsroom because it said School of Journalism and I had not been there for a tour in June, wasn't exactly a helpful bunch. Then I wandered up to no man's land- aka the fourth floor, aka the Journalism department, but they had mostly gone home for the day. As I walked back down...and down...and down the long empty hallways, I couldn't help but feel alone. Mainly because I literally was, but partly because I don't have many people here I know.
I have my roommate, who is awesome. Also, two girls who live on the floor below us, whom are extremely sweet. But I don't have any classes with them during the day. I kind of feel lost not knowing anyone or recognizing anyone. It's weird to come from a place where if I don't know you, I know someone that does. Or I recognize you from that one time at that one place. You know, for the thing? Then I'm stranded on the island where if I don't know you, it seems likely to stay that way.
           I sat in silence today for about twenty minutes waiting for my linguistics professor. The whole time wondering why I wasn't speaking. Or why no one else was. It killed my to sit there; everyone on there phones. Has it always been like this? Before cellphones did people actually fill silences with talking? Have phones made us scared to actually speak or are we just naturally cowards?
I'm not sure, perhaps I'll find the answers soon.
This is a bit cynical due to my lack of inspiration and my loneliness during the school hours, so take my ranting with a grain of salt.