First Week of Classes

I have just finished my first week back at school.  I have continued to see the blessings of my mission even now.  I am so blessed.  I magically ended up at the orientation I didn't know about, and there was even a folder with my name on it.  I have a few thousands of dollars from Uncle Sam that are comfortable in my bank account.  It appears I have adjusted to real life with no weird return missionary moments.  Yet.

I am majoring in Information Systems, which is the study of technology and business, and how they relate.  I am doing the Junior Core, where in 2 semesters back-to-back my professors try to shove as much as they can into my tiny brain.  I am assigned in a group of 4 for the two semesters and almost everything we do is group work.  This week was *drum roll please* the Waren Case.  Do you like accounting?  Well, I don't.  And this project was doing all the accounting transactions for a month by hand.  When that was finished we had to do month-end and year-end balancing.  My group spent a grand total of 27 hours on this project.  No joke.  But we just finished this morning.  It felt so good to have it done.  But right now I can't help but think "did I forget an initial on this page?"  "Are my numbers correct?" etc.  Turning it in on Tuesday will feel really really good.  I'm looking forward to it.

At work this week I have been learning about my new job as a Quality Assurance Analyst.  We test the code the programmers put out, then send it back with the bugs.  As you can imagine, we work really closely with the programmers.  Too bad they are socially inept. 

One of my co-workers (non-programmer) was telling me about how cool the programmers were next door.  He said they were a "lively" bunch.  But the moment I stepped foot in that room there was dead silence.  No joke.  I felt like you could hear the work "giiiiirrrrrrrrllllll....." in the room.  I'm the return missionary.  I'm the one that is supposed to be weird. 

The truth is I don't want to be treated any different because I'm a girl.  Because I'm in a major of almost completely guys (there are 3 other girls in my class of 50) and work with all guys, I already feel a little off and out of place.  But I am ready to overcome that.  But I'm going to need some help from the other side.