This very moment I am sitting in a computer lab in the Gooch Building of UT Martin, awaiting my yearbook advisor to arrive.  The people in the room are debating what superhero they would marry (it's a yearbook girl thing).  I just came from my room where I was drinking a cappuccino and reading Wicked, which I saved to read until after I had finished my first essay for English class, a three page paper about the autobiography of Eudora Welty.  After this yearbook class I'll most likely go to my dorm and work on drawing an African fabric pattern for my art class, and then maybe wander around the campus for a few hours, or eat dinner if I get hungry (the food is good, but holy cow it's rich and fatty).  Maybe later tonight I'll join my cool roommate Brittney in gathering around the piano to sing "Rainbow Connection" and Ben Folds tunes while all the piano players take turns playing.  Then we might head to the game room for some Apples to Apples or Screw, Kill, or Marry, or maybe we'll just discuss politics, religion, and philiosophy.  After that some people will head out to play volleyball with the Ag kids, but I'll probably retire to my room to continue reading Wicked and maybe eat a few Reese's Cups.  (Last night we ate them while watching the movie Clue with our advisor)  And then I'll hit the sack around 11:30, to be ready bright and early (aka 9:15) for my next class tomorrow.

And thus is the life of a Governor's School for the Humanities Scholar.

Interesting quotes so far:

"So...how exactly does fly fishing work?  What do they use to catch the flies?"

"Brittney...I'm afraid my African loyalty pattern looks too much like a swastica."