Above all ... this is my first day as an actual college student. Well, freshman college student. And from Florida to California it's hard to see my family. We aren't the richest people so it's hard to see each other since we're about three thousand miles away from each other. I'm going to see my parent this Thanksgiving and for every holidays and breaks there are.
And I almost forgot to mention my name is Cherokee Evans. My parents are pretty hip if you ask me. Why do you think they named me Cherokee? They were one of those indie and emo kids you'd see smoking, God knows what in the students parking lot next to a tree. They're probably still like that today. And I'm very surprised I wasn't like them. I was mature, smart, did not drop out, and A honor roll. That's how I went to California; I got a scholarship and I'm now in Stanford.
The bunks are okay looking. There's a little crack in the wall where u sleep at but its no big deal... If you include that there are ants in that come out from there. But my room mate is great. Although I sort of feel uncomfortable because I'm pansexual and I find her pretty attractive. She has shoulder length, soft, dirty blond hair. With peachy lipstick, long lashes, and sea deep blue eyes. With also the most pail skin you'll ever see.
Her name was Visalia. She was named after her birth city which I thought was pretty rad. She's amazing and not that smart, her dad is a professor here in Stanford so I guess that's how she got in. Hahah! I'm just kidding. I love the girl like a friend and if we were more than that, I would be really awkward around her. We're the best of friends, technically.
I also have a friend named Milan but we call him "Mali". He's wonderful. And very chaotic, quirky, and queer.... Yup. Mali is polysexual. But over all, he has these hazel eyes with bright pink lips, and bright skin. His hair is a mix of brown and red. Very beautiful. He's been a good friend of mines since 6th grade. He's the only friend I've ever had.
