I got a penguin snowglobe for christmas and you didn't.
Senioritis is about to set in. I can feel it.
I've been back here for only a few hours and I already want to leave. I've had one class so far and it wasn't even a class I'm actually taking. And I love Rick Hyde. I just don't feel like I belong here anymore. There are other places to be. Better ones. More fulfilling ones.
It's not so much that I've figured out where I belong. I just know where I'm happier. And it isn't here. Hasn't been here for a long time.
(People who whisper in hallways are stupid.)
Spending break with Mark was pretty great. Nothing stupendous happened, but I'm okay with that. Being comfy and cozy rates pretty high on my list.
I'm tired as hell. All told, I got about three hours of sleep. Now, I am waiting to figure out if some of us are going to get together tonight and go to Applebees. But, as usual, the car people are either dumb or MIA. What do you want.
For the first time EVER, my room had violations. Note the "s." Both Jess and I got written up for having something along the lines of "cage mess" in our rooms. This boils down (at least in my case) to scattered hay and some aspen bedding. WHAT THE HELL? Yes, I had intended to vacuum. Mark's dad was early, so I couldn't. I don't understand why this matters. It's my room. And as long as I'm not destroying college property or endangering/offending others, why the hell should it matter?
Moreover, she [my RD] didn't spell vacuum right either of the times she wrote it down. Similarly, it was written on my sheet "See RA." Now, we all know that I don't have an RA. Anyhow, I called her and asked what I needed to do and she told me I shouldn't have called. That I would get a letter. And we would all have a meeting. Also refered to as a "talk." I asked her, bottom line, if she was going to kick me out. She said no. At that point, I was over it. I told her I'd wait for the letter.
Last year's incident with the security guards, police, and Vince Wilson was quite enough to teach me that certain parts of res ed should just fuck off. I know I like Liz, but basically, I'm losing faith and hope.
In case you were wondering, my other violation involved a lounge chair in my room. I deserved it. (Though the chair was there for the last room checks too and went completely unnoticed.)
As Shannon informed me today, four months left.
I've been back here for only a few hours and I already want to leave. I've had one class so far and it wasn't even a class I'm actually taking. And I love Rick Hyde. I just don't feel like I belong here anymore. There are other places to be. Better ones. More fulfilling ones.
It's not so much that I've figured out where I belong. I just know where I'm happier. And it isn't here. Hasn't been here for a long time.
(People who whisper in hallways are stupid.)
Spending break with Mark was pretty great. Nothing stupendous happened, but I'm okay with that. Being comfy and cozy rates pretty high on my list.
I'm tired as hell. All told, I got about three hours of sleep. Now, I am waiting to figure out if some of us are going to get together tonight and go to Applebees. But, as usual, the car people are either dumb or MIA. What do you want.
For the first time EVER, my room had violations. Note the "s." Both Jess and I got written up for having something along the lines of "cage mess" in our rooms. This boils down (at least in my case) to scattered hay and some aspen bedding. WHAT THE HELL? Yes, I had intended to vacuum. Mark's dad was early, so I couldn't. I don't understand why this matters. It's my room. And as long as I'm not destroying college property or endangering/offending others, why the hell should it matter?
Moreover, she [my RD] didn't spell vacuum right either of the times she wrote it down. Similarly, it was written on my sheet "See RA." Now, we all know that I don't have an RA. Anyhow, I called her and asked what I needed to do and she told me I shouldn't have called. That I would get a letter. And we would all have a meeting. Also refered to as a "talk." I asked her, bottom line, if she was going to kick me out. She said no. At that point, I was over it. I told her I'd wait for the letter.
Last year's incident with the security guards, police, and Vince Wilson was quite enough to teach me that certain parts of res ed should just fuck off. I know I like Liz, but basically, I'm losing faith and hope.
In case you were wondering, my other violation involved a lounge chair in my room. I deserved it. (Though the chair was there for the last room checks too and went completely unnoticed.)
As Shannon informed me today, four months left.