The Co-op Experience
My room in Pearl Street Co-op overlooks a pool, and there's a palmetto tree by my window.
Last night, the other residents bought a keg. I drank the rest of the apfel korn Toby gave me for my birthday and shared the Parrot Bay I liberated from my apartment. Some guy down the hall from me took off all of his clothes and jumped off of the roof (two story building) into the pool.
I feel a little bit like an outsider here, which is fair because I am an outsider. People are generally nice, but I've only met a couple of kids who really seem like they want to be friends. There aren't many engineers in the co-op, either, which is sad. It makes me miss all the townhouse girls even more.
From time to time someone learns I graduated from Virginia Tech. "You probably get this all the time," they say, "But did you know anyone?" But I don't get this all the time, I say, because I only got here on Monday, and before that I was in Blacksburg.
I have a spiel I give, typically, about how I don't mind talking about it because I want other people who never got a chance to meet them to sort of meet them vicariously through me. So it's fine if you ask, I say. But then most people don't ask after that, which I understand.
It's a little frustrating because I don't know how to act. I don't want people to be uncomfortable, but honestly, what is the social norm for more people I know than I can count on one hand were just shot for no reason? I don't know, and surely no one else here knows either.
Last night, the other residents bought a keg. I drank the rest of the apfel korn Toby gave me for my birthday and shared the Parrot Bay I liberated from my apartment. Some guy down the hall from me took off all of his clothes and jumped off of the roof (two story building) into the pool.
I feel a little bit like an outsider here, which is fair because I am an outsider. People are generally nice, but I've only met a couple of kids who really seem like they want to be friends. There aren't many engineers in the co-op, either, which is sad. It makes me miss all the townhouse girls even more.
From time to time someone learns I graduated from Virginia Tech. "You probably get this all the time," they say, "But did you know anyone?" But I don't get this all the time, I say, because I only got here on Monday, and before that I was in Blacksburg.
I have a spiel I give, typically, about how I don't mind talking about it because I want other people who never got a chance to meet them to sort of meet them vicariously through me. So it's fine if you ask, I say. But then most people don't ask after that, which I understand.
It's a little frustrating because I don't know how to act. I don't want people to be uncomfortable, but honestly, what is the social norm for more people I know than I can count on one hand were just shot for no reason? I don't know, and surely no one else here knows either.