Was eventful, kind of.

I woke up at 2a.m. so my parents could drive me 4 hours up to Waco, TX. Not such a big deal, except the car we went in always has some kind of issue. My parents though it was going to be the transmission that was going to fuck up. Little did they know, that the water was plotting against us. And we had some kind of leak of water and we ran out like 30 minutes away from Waco.

Small Interlude: People from Texas talk through time. We have no concept of miles between Point A and Point B. If you were to ask me how far away my school is from my house, I'd say 15 minutes, not 5 miles or something like that. So here from Waco, which is like 250 miles (give or take) in Texan terms is 4 hours.

And we burst a water pipe thing. So the next 30 minutes we were dropping water, thankfully my mother packed a gallon of water. So that gallon got us to the closest gas station.

Another small tidbit: I'm sure you understand Texas is a lot of country, literal fields and middle of no where town housing like 1,000 people. In reality, the span between major towns is like 30 minutes and the middle is horribly deserted and extremely nerve wracking breaking down in the middle of no where.

And we barely made it to Waco, we ate across the freeway next to Baylor U. (where I was going to audition) and made it to orientation (BARELY). I got my registration package with my nametag (the lady knew my name and my major. And it didn't say that anywhere on my folder) I was so happy, and then we were ushered to the most amazing speech I've heard from anyone other than my band directors. My audition was shit, in my opinion, I was so ashamed of it. But my life was made when the composition teacher came to try and hear my audition but missed me, but he talked to me outside the room and told me about everything.

It was great day, other than the fact the car is now fucked up.