First day of class

Getting up at 7 AM wasn't as hard as it sounds, since it's the same as 10 AM where I'm used to getting up. There's a cute little breakfast place down the street, and traffic hadn't started when I walked out there. People were gathering outside the lobby by the time I got back, and I tried to see if the clerk knew when I'd get to move in with Stephen, but she was no help. I went back outside and waited for awhile, talking to Tessa, who I recognized from Banff. I talked to Dave briefly and we decided we'd figure out things when we got back after class.

The van ride to the University of Washington was pretty packed, with about 14 of us in a van made for around 11. Everybody was really nice, though, and we ran through the entire semester of stage combat I took from Pops in about eight hours. We switched partners a bunch of times, and I got to meet a huge array of people, ranging from inexperienced people - like Merlin (yeah, that's his name) who was a correctional facility counselor until he decided he wanted to do stunts instead - to people like Reese, who works in Canada as a real estate agent who occasionally lets another agent handle his clients while he pops off to work on a movie. It looks like a good group of people who will give me opportunities to teach and learn.

While Dave and I were getting the room stuff figured out, Stephen ran to the grocery store and stocked up. I convinced the desk clerk to hook us up with more cutlery, plates, and pans so that our kitchen is marginally respectable. Now it's 8 pm here, we've both eaten and we have no idea what to do with all this spare time. I'm sure we'll figure something out.