Hello new friends, I hope this post finds you well. My name is Maria Gaiser. I hail from San Francisco, California where the average high temperature on any given July day is 60 degrees. Needless to say, my transition to Real Weather Land a.k.a. North Carolina was a rocky but pleasant one (minus the inital "adjusting to not wearing a winter coat in August" thing). Last Tuesday marked the beginning of my fourth year of college, a milestone which is equal parts thrilling and terrifying. Next Tuesday will mark the beginning of my 21st year of life, which is also thrilling and terrifying. I plan to spend it consuming hummus in mass quantities.
I attended San Francisco State University for the first couple years of my undergrad career and then transferred to UNC before my junior year; my credits, however, didn't want to join me in North Carolina and thus I have no choice but to become a "super senior." By the time I graduate I will have taken Statistics three times. As someone who is mathematically challenged, let me tell you that this is no mean feat. I intend to major in Psychology (key word: intend) but have interest in just about every obscure area, including dinosaurs. I kid you not.
It's been awhile since I had the pleasure of taking an English class and I'm excited about having obligations to read non-textbook literature. What is it about college and lacking the drive to read for pleasure? I've been devouring books since I was old enough to shoot out smart-alecky commentary at random, which was about 18 years ago, and yet I don't read for myself often enough. Most afternoons I want nothing more than to curl up with a good book and lose myself in it and I'm glad to now have a reason to do so. You're welcome to join me.
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