School sucks!
Alrighty kids, here I am at Channel Islands. It has been problematic at best! I moved in on Friday the 21st and threw out my back, forcing me to go back to good old SCV and get doped up on a 750mg tab of Vikoden and some serious muscle relaxors. Once I could move again on Saturday I came back to my dorm alone, since Mo had business to attend to. Well, not really alone. My Mom and my sister came with me, and checked out my room. Their only comment was "This is it? I though it would have been more decorated." Seeing as how I had thrown out my back and could only use what I already owned I was a little offended.
Then we went out to dinner with Christine and her friend Vanessa who my mom kept calling Stephanie (who knows why!), at this place called Bandit's that was HORRIBLE! We sat outside so that we would get served faster and 20 minutes passed without someone even checking to see if we were dying of thirst. And the best line came when Christine asked this other waitress that had been shooting us dirty looks all night,
"Have you seen our waitress?" (To which the retard replied)
"Yes." ***Awkward pause*** ***Us looking at each other***
"Will you go get her?"
"Oh, okay."
We all busted up laughing. Come on! Could someone really be that stupid?! That's going down in the books.
Flash forward to Sunday where I tried to get my room in order, and hung out with my roommates, finding out all of their little kinks and secrets. We were all just hanging out and my sidemate (I call her that because we each have our own rooms and they are set up next to a shared bathroom, the living room and kitchen separate us...thus side) tried to get me to go to a beach party with her. My back wasn't 100% yet so I didn't want to be limping come Monday. I'm watching the Discovery channel and I hear this BANG!! Scream! Scream!! I being from the teenage town of pranksters caulked it off as some fireworks. Not even 10 minutes later my sidemate calls me cell (it's like midnight) and says,
"Look out your window, someone just got shot!!!"
So I peak outside my blinds but nothing is there. About twenty minutes later my roommate comes back and is like,
"There is caution tape everywhere and one of the stairwells is blocked off, we had to go the long way to get in."
Turns out this guy got shot right outside my window. And after lots of rumors and a "meeting" to welcome and talk about "last nights event" this is what happened:
This drunk 17 year old came to his ex-girlfriends room and threatened to kill himself (for whatever stupid reason) and when she told him to take off he started breaking shit and getting violent. So she calls campus security and the campus security cop shows up, it's a woman, and he starts beating up the COP!! So they tumble out into the hallway, into the courtyard, right by my window, and the cop pulls out her gun and shoots him in the stomach!!! So they both get taken to the hospital, and I think the guy is still there.
What was the best (or what me and my other roommates thought was the funniest) was that everyone who had been at the school for a while were totally freaking out. They called in a crisis councilor, and people were making appointments! Oh all the people that might need appointments, these people did not. Our RA asked us if we were ok, since it did happen right outside our windows, and we said we were fine. I thought it was funny, but that's just me.
It wasn't really until Monday that I realized that I was now at College and not COC (cock). I have four teachers, all women, three with a PhD, and two with thick accents one German and one British. My classes are going to be a lot harder then I thought as well, I had a feeling of this when my teacher said,
"And you'll be writing just a little paper on some research."
"How long will it be?"
"Oh about 10 pages...you guys are lucky I'm getting soft in my old age, last semester it was 15." Evil laugh.....
Fuckin' school....Everyone tells you that it's going to be harder, and you laugh with them, they never tell you that they were stone cold dead serious! Honestly I can see now why people drop out before getting their BA, some of this shit is exactly that...shit, useless shit that I will never need again.
After a breakdown on Tuesday from the weather and the loneliness that was starting to creep in I decided to take action today, and instead of sitting on my bed crying, I went and ran two miles. Maybe not the smartest thing, but its better then emotion eating.
That's school so far, I'm tired of typing and I'm sure you are tired of reading, next time...the teachers, and Stepford!!! Da, da, duuuuuuuuuuu........
Then we went out to dinner with Christine and her friend Vanessa who my mom kept calling Stephanie (who knows why!), at this place called Bandit's that was HORRIBLE! We sat outside so that we would get served faster and 20 minutes passed without someone even checking to see if we were dying of thirst. And the best line came when Christine asked this other waitress that had been shooting us dirty looks all night,
"Have you seen our waitress?" (To which the retard replied)
"Yes." ***Awkward pause*** ***Us looking at each other***
"Will you go get her?"
"Oh, okay."
We all busted up laughing. Come on! Could someone really be that stupid?! That's going down in the books.
Flash forward to Sunday where I tried to get my room in order, and hung out with my roommates, finding out all of their little kinks and secrets. We were all just hanging out and my sidemate (I call her that because we each have our own rooms and they are set up next to a shared bathroom, the living room and kitchen separate us...thus side) tried to get me to go to a beach party with her. My back wasn't 100% yet so I didn't want to be limping come Monday. I'm watching the Discovery channel and I hear this BANG!! Scream! Scream!! I being from the teenage town of pranksters caulked it off as some fireworks. Not even 10 minutes later my sidemate calls me cell (it's like midnight) and says,
"Look out your window, someone just got shot!!!"
So I peak outside my blinds but nothing is there. About twenty minutes later my roommate comes back and is like,
"There is caution tape everywhere and one of the stairwells is blocked off, we had to go the long way to get in."
Turns out this guy got shot right outside my window. And after lots of rumors and a "meeting" to welcome and talk about "last nights event" this is what happened:
This drunk 17 year old came to his ex-girlfriends room and threatened to kill himself (for whatever stupid reason) and when she told him to take off he started breaking shit and getting violent. So she calls campus security and the campus security cop shows up, it's a woman, and he starts beating up the COP!! So they tumble out into the hallway, into the courtyard, right by my window, and the cop pulls out her gun and shoots him in the stomach!!! So they both get taken to the hospital, and I think the guy is still there.
What was the best (or what me and my other roommates thought was the funniest) was that everyone who had been at the school for a while were totally freaking out. They called in a crisis councilor, and people were making appointments! Oh all the people that might need appointments, these people did not. Our RA asked us if we were ok, since it did happen right outside our windows, and we said we were fine. I thought it was funny, but that's just me.
It wasn't really until Monday that I realized that I was now at College and not COC (cock). I have four teachers, all women, three with a PhD, and two with thick accents one German and one British. My classes are going to be a lot harder then I thought as well, I had a feeling of this when my teacher said,
"And you'll be writing just a little paper on some research."
"How long will it be?"
"Oh about 10 pages...you guys are lucky I'm getting soft in my old age, last semester it was 15." Evil laugh.....
Fuckin' school....Everyone tells you that it's going to be harder, and you laugh with them, they never tell you that they were stone cold dead serious! Honestly I can see now why people drop out before getting their BA, some of this shit is exactly that...shit, useless shit that I will never need again.
After a breakdown on Tuesday from the weather and the loneliness that was starting to creep in I decided to take action today, and instead of sitting on my bed crying, I went and ran two miles. Maybe not the smartest thing, but its better then emotion eating.
That's school so far, I'm tired of typing and I'm sure you are tired of reading, next time...the teachers, and Stepford!!! Da, da, duuuuuuuuuuu........