New hair cut, new attitude. I have been to the UConn hairdresser. My hair, which was in danger to overgrow, is now bobed to norm, though it is not short shaved. The old lady words: "Oh my god, who cut your hair? (It was Lisa) That is not professional at all. I need to take the fringe off. Then you look decent again." The haircut was not a brainwash, but coincidence with my realization of this life here as matter of fact. It took two month until the cosmopolitical-scene-hipst-berliner-city-owl stopped to resist against the limitedness of UConn. I urge so much to explore the world, art, music experiencing all the wonderful pluralism and colorfulness out there. But in fact, Storrs is neither the place for art and music, nor for pluralism. For a long time I felt, making a confession, some hatred against the campus life, feeling like prisoned in a small, narrowed world characterized by uniformity and naivety. But the ghosts of the felt exile are excorcized and the stance of the German whinger is vanished. It is not too bad, though I will always hate the bunk bed. Well, Art and music have to wait for two more month. I attend a dance class meanwhile learning west coast swing dance. It is a couple dance with origins in Swing and can be danced to Country, R'n'B, Hip Hop. My teacher says we will generally learn to dance by predicting the music. Swing swing swing...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3ZxiPKmacg
Campus life in New Orleans was terribly uniform and tiresome, too. I guess it's just like that. There, at least you could escape to the city, which, I guess, isn't possible at UConn. But, it sounds as if you made you're peace. Enjoy it, while you're there.
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