From the diary of Rory Gilmore
September 22, 2003
I survived my first day at Yale. Key word survived. I'm still breathing, and the last time I checked, I wasn't missing any major body parts. Classes were fine, and while I've got a lot of homework, it's not that different from Chilton.
What is different from Chilton is how alone I feel here. When I started Chilton, I at least had Mom and Lane and Dean and everyone in Stars Hollow. It was only my school that was different, and not my whole life. Maybe I should have lived at home, at least for this year. But I wanted to do the whole college thing, and it didn't seem anywhere near as scary back in May when I filled out my housing applications.
On the upside, Paris is in my calculus and English classes. I never would have thought I'd be as happy to see her as I was when I arrived at my eight o'clock class and saw her sitting there. It took a long time for me to like her, and an even longer time for her to like me, and even after all of that we always ended up bickering over something or other and having to start all over. If you'd asked me three years ago who was going to be my best friend in college, Paris Gellar would have been the last person on my list. But she's the only person I know at Yale, and crazy as it sounds, I'm really glad she's here.
We spent half an hour after class comparing Yale to Chilton, and the only thing we agreed on was that the food was better, but only marginally. Then she had to go meet Jamie for lunch. She invited me to go to the movies with them on Friday (I so can't see Paris at the movie theatre), but I'm going home for the weekend. She rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything. I think Jamie's a good influence on her.
My roommate's out at some rush function again. She came home last night around two, turned on all the lights, and made a lot of noise as she got ready for bed. I would have asked her to keep it down, but I really didn't want to start things off on the wrong foot. I'm sure this was just a one-time thing, and things will settle down after rush is over.
I got an email from Lane today. She managed to convince her mom to let her go to UConn, as long as she lives at home. Right now we're working on figuring out how to get Mrs. Kim to agree to Lane coming to visit me for a weekend. She suggested telling her mom that she's joined a Bible club at UConn, and they're all going on an overnight retreat. I suggested just telling her mom the truth, and promising her that she'll be safe and we won't do anything wild. Which is the truth, since from the little I've seen, Yale isn't known for its parties.
I should probably put this down now, and start on my homework. It's not due till Wednesday, but I'd like to get it out of the way now. And Mom's supposed to call later this evening. I can't wait to talk to her, and the weekend can't come soon enough.