Just the Start of Something New

I... Have... Arrived....
So far I've been in DC for only a hot second now, and I am liking it just fine... Maybe not as much as I wanted to, but thats because everything is expensive (10% tax) and I have almost absolutely no sense of direction as I feared (the metro/the bus...). It also might be for the fact that my laptop was stolen at LAX, the TSA man yelled at my mother on the phone, and its not as cold as I have prepared for yet... Although,  all the other WJCers are nice, and its good to have Shonette here (a friend and fellow Biolan/Californian) with me to share this experience.

The Orient
During my jet lag we had about 2 days of intense orientation, and by this I mean sitting listening to people talk and pray for about 5-6 hours. It was helpful, and very informative (no sarcasm intended). This orientation included ways to get around the city, a video on sexual harassment in the workplace, and sporadic moments of prayer, food, and fellowship.

During times of fellowship, I have also encountered some of the most common questions that people ask Californians, such as;

"Do you see famous people/movie stars/actors (insert synonym for California's 1 percent here...)?"
"If you live in California, do you go to the beach a lot?"
"Are you at the beach all day?"
"How far do you live from a beach?"
"Is it hot in California?"
"Do you surf?"

And many others....

Bus Days
The first two weeks here at WJC are really exploration weeks, since its inaguration time. Therefore our homework loads are light and our dreams of eating Georgetown cupcakes, purusing through new grocery stores, and making dinner on our own, can come true.

One of our first homework assignments is a scavenger hunt in groups of 5 (that will last about 3 days total), meaning we are free to roam the city as we please. The only exception is we cant get lost. The hunt demands that we ride the bus and the metro interchangably and get back to WJC at the end of the day. This hunt also includes that we eat Jumbo Pizza in a hipster city, act out a scene from National Treasure, and find and take a picture with Obama (the real person, not a cardboard cut out...).