Jessica(AJ): The lost and the found

A shout of "Hurray!" for Anna, Irene, and Heaven who have just moved into their dorms. I hope you guys really enjoy it.
Meanwhile, I've almost been at Berkeley for a month. It's a pretty exciting month; there have been some amazing things. I found that our Chem lab has " Snape has not betrayed us" written in crayon, the squirrels are friendly and very good tour guides, Taekwando and Wushu are a very tiring but fun combination, and the dorms are pretty comfy. Then I've also experienced getting lost, my first midterm with more to come, five fire alarms, and I currently have very sore limbs from all the martial arts.
Friday, this Friday began as it began for every Friday these last four weeks. Chemistry at 9, then I was free to find my lunch and work on homework and distract myself for the rest of the day. I met up with a couple of friends, searching for a schedule to fall into, the perfect way to spend a Friday, a plan. Class, eat, study, eat, rush to Wushu, boba tea, run to dorms, take a shower, fall asleep. That was the plan anyways.
It was fine until "rush to Wushu", where in my absentmindedness, I forgot my keys in the room. I was stuck, my roommates had left for home and I was locked out. Priorities first, I had to get to Wushu for three hours of running, kicking, stretching, and stances. I anticipated underlying worry throughout practice, constantly calling my roommates in hopes of finding an open door to my room, a whole night of uneasiness because of my stupid forgetfulness. But as my ESPM professor says- there is a predisposition, but that is never the prediction for the future.
Wushu began with me dreading the painful stretches and in fear of being locked out. But what is the use of worry when there is nothing in my control? If my next three hours were to be devoted to Wushu, I was to be thinking of Wushu, and perfecting my drop stance and blocks. So that was that.
Boba tea? We got that at 10:30, and by the time we returned to the dorms, my roommate was still not back to open the doors for me. So began, 1 hour of recreational piano in the lounge for anyone who walks by. My "Fur Elise" even got a compliment from a drunken dormmate. In the end, the RA had to be paged to open my door for me. Then, searching for music in my friend's room turned into a full out Wicked sing-a-thon in the dorm kitchen. When we got out kicked out of the kitchen, we sought to continue our singing in my now open dorm room. Which unexpected turned into a sleep over in which had my laptop, and my two friends and I lying on my bed, still unchanged from our workout clothes, watching Weird Al's "Amish Paradise" on youtube at 4 am in the morning. Which then turned into an extended Wushu demo complete with swords until we finally all dispersed at 5 am Saturday morning. Plans? They went out the window hours ago. We can plan out every second of our day, but in the end, you know what will happen.
5 am- I finally took that much needed shower. I found a cell phone in the shower, only to forget my charm necklace in the shower, the irony. Today, got my necklace back. I'm relieved.
Thursday, our school is planning a Walk Out in protest of the school's budget cuts. Of course the protest would start here, at Berkeley. I have 2 classes planning to walk out and in one, I'm having a midterm. It's lovely.
To the Underworld with plans, sometimes it's so much more fun without them.