I would like to start this off by saying that I am a dumbass. Yes. I said it. Good. Now that that’s out of the way, I will continue. Yesterday was my orientation at the new university. My friend Katie also just transferred to Concordia so we went together. We’re both pretty excited and enjoyed the cheesy welcome speech maybe a little too much. As I’ve been at a community college thus far and in highschool I was mostly homeschooled, I’ve never before had such an overwhelming sense of school pride–and I haven’t even started yet. There’s something comforting about Concordia to me. I’m not too religious of a person right now, and I was kind of scared that since it is a Lutheran based school, I’d have to sit uncomfortably through an orientation of praise and worship. Instead,we were briefly informed of the religious background and told that everyone is welcome no matter their belief system. And that was that. Chapel is there, but not required. (It’s required at a lot of religion centered schools,which pisses me off.) I liked that everything I’ve come to know throughout my life was there but not forced on me. I think because I was raised in a religious household, the idea of religion being around without being overbearing is a comfort to me. The little cross unassumingly hanging on the wall during orientation made me feel safe. At home. Still, I don’t think I’ll be attending chapel anytime soon. But it is nice to know it’s there. Alright. Back to me being a dumbass. A dumbass who doesn’t listen and never thinks things through, at that. Sigh. The picture at the beginning is me showing you that I fixed my hair. Fixed? “Why did you need to fix your hair Christina?”, You may ask. Well. Um. I kind of dyed my hair orange. ORANGE!!! And red. And lots of other colors in between! I wanted a change and asked Miss Katie to highlight my hair after orientation. My natural hair color is a red-blondish color. I hate it. I always dye it, and everyone who has known me long enough always tells me “But Christina, your natural hair is sooooo pretty. “ Bleh. No. Usually I do brown but this time I decided to try bleach. Yeah, I know. Better left to the professionals, perhaps? I like to figure things out for myself a little too much,eh? Too stubborn for my own good,maybe? Tell me,will I EVER learn my lesson?! Probably not. Below you can watch the process and outcome in my video and I’ll let you decide for yourself. (Though I’m sure most of you are reading this without much surprise and shaking your heads saying “Oh,Tina…..”) The process was so much fun, full of girl time and wine and laughter, that I almost don’t regret the outcome. Almost.