West Hall is my favorite building on campus.
It's old and brick with columns by the front doors. The walls inside are all white brick, but the doors have chipped and peeling paint on them. My creative writing class is in a crazy side room on the second floor, with the tables all in a circle. IT'S ALMOST ENTIRELY GUYS. I've never been in a mostly guys writing class. Or even a mostly guys English class. Unfortunately, almost all of these guys are so unattractively awkward I don't even want to sit by them. That was mean, but you get the point. They're REALLY awkward. One of them was wearing neon green skinny jeans, purple socks, loafers, and horn-rimmed glasses.
Public transportation is... weird. I rode the light rail from work to school and back. It was kinda nice, I guess. I didn't have to drive. But I did have to listen to obese people discuss liquor, which was not ideal. Oh, and try to have a conversation with an old black man who no longer had enough teeth to really speak. This sucked mostly because I felt bad about not being able to understand a word he said. The light rail feels kind of like being on a Star Wars transport ship. By which I mean... When I was sitting there half braindead on the way back at 8 tonight, I was looking out the large rectangular window, framed by the white metal and the clean seats... And I thought of Star Wars. Maybe the medic ship in Empire Strikes Back? Otherwise just one of the regular transports from Ep II or III.
On my way from class to the light rail, I saw a guy walking a wolf on campus. I stopped to talk to him, and pet the wolf. This made my day. Wolves are soooooooo awesome. And make so much better pets than most people think. And they're just so beautiful.
I wish my ferret would stop trying to eat my belongings. My feet count as belongings in this instance.
Public transportation is... weird. I rode the light rail from work to school and back. It was kinda nice, I guess. I didn't have to drive. But I did have to listen to obese people discuss liquor, which was not ideal. Oh, and try to have a conversation with an old black man who no longer had enough teeth to really speak. This sucked mostly because I felt bad about not being able to understand a word he said. The light rail feels kind of like being on a Star Wars transport ship. By which I mean... When I was sitting there half braindead on the way back at 8 tonight, I was looking out the large rectangular window, framed by the white metal and the clean seats... And I thought of Star Wars. Maybe the medic ship in Empire Strikes Back? Otherwise just one of the regular transports from Ep II or III.
On my way from class to the light rail, I saw a guy walking a wolf on campus. I stopped to talk to him, and pet the wolf. This made my day. Wolves are soooooooo awesome. And make so much better pets than most people think. And they're just so beautiful.
I wish my ferret would stop trying to eat my belongings. My feet count as belongings in this instance.