Living away from home really isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, of course I miss my parents and everyone in town, but Gressenheller is about as small as Stansbury itself, so it's less overwhelming than the phrase 'university in London' would imply. London is certainly as big as I had always imagined it, but since I've not left campus during my first week here, I don't think I'll have to face it much during my time at school. And since Gressenheller so small, you don't have to pay extra for having a dorm to yourself! I wouldn't have minded a roommate, but I study better in silence. I do have three suitemates, though: Jonathan, Murphy, and Arthur. I haven't gotten to know any of them yet, but at least they don't seem too rowdy.
As for my classes, I have English, College Algebra, Physics, and Archaeology 112. I took Mr. Collins' advice and signed up for one of Dr. Schrader's classes (Archeology), and I really like it so far. I now see why Randall was so enthralled with archaeology: it's not just the study of fossils and rocks, but the study of Earth from a cultural view. I'm finally getting used to the haircut Ma had me get; it does have a more scholarly feel than the cumulonimbus style I had been going for did. Also in my quest for scholarship, it's my goal to stay more organised… so there's that.
I have yet to hear of or meet anyone here by the name of Randall; there are not even many redheaded students, for that matter, or at least none as red as he was. After all that's happened, I count these facts as blessings. I try not to think of him, or things that relate to him. This is difficult, seeing as how I am at the archaeology school he had always dreamt of going to, but, as I wrote as part of my admissions exam, "I want to attend Gressenheller University not only because of my budding interest in archaeology, but also in honour of my best friend."