This one's for you, Colin

Ohai! Every now and then I direct someone here, and then I feel guilty about never writing. So this is for the last hapless wayfarer on the Great Interwebz that I sent here, as stated in the title. It's also for YOU, if I've sent you here and you're reading this (regardless of whether your name is Colin or not).
With the amount of Colins I've met recently though, the odds seem to be in your favor.
There are no less than six fine young gentlemen named Colin in the dorm that I now reside in. Yes, I've made it to school, and survived the first half of the first semester. Huzzah!
College life is good. Choosing courses was, as predicted, completely traumatic, but I'm enjoying all the ones I chose. My first year seminar is on site-specific live art, my composition class is all about food--yum! Aside from those I have introduction to anthropology, music cultures of the world, and college chorale. Since I go to a work college I have 15 hours of work a week as well, on the paint crew.

Colin is one of my college buddies, my main cohort in filling Sunderland dorm with music from the stairwells. He plays bagpipes. We were destined to be friends. :D