Loathing and malcontent.
Reasons why I now hate Albany and would like to leave (makes me wish I didn't have the option of graduating this semester and confuses my future...but that's besides the point).
Ahem
1. Stupidity. It seems most people here (in my classes, in the residence halls and apartments) don't have an IQ above that of a brick. It's getting a little old sitting in class with my mouth hanging open and my eyes bulging out of my head because I just heard the stupidest most inane comment ever made in front of an entire college class and directed to a professor. A person with a PhD. Seriously.
2. My things have become just THE things. So I lived here for a few months before everyone else and before school started. And so my stuff has now become the communal stuff. And that really wouldn't bother me so much except that certain people seem to lack any respect for my things and the fact that these things are it. They're going to have to last me into my next apartment and living situation and my next apartment after that until I become a middle-class suburban house wife (or the like). But no. Gotta use my things, ruin them or simply leave my empty things lying around for me to find instead of filling them up. I need to either live alone or with Shawn. I cannot deal.
3. Inconsiderate bitches. And by bitches I am not singling out females. Everyone. Okay, MOST everyone is an inconsiderate bitch. Blasting music and singing at 11pm or 12 am is a little inconsiderate. People around are reading and talking and have class and work to worry about and probably are trying to get to sleep. See, this is a UNIVERSITY. People here should be busy writing papers and pondering things - not playing rap music at the highest volume at 1 am. Aren't we all here for the same academic purpose?
4. Friends (who are more like former friends) taking advantage. I am the last person who ever likes to be taken advantage of. And yet, somehow, I tend to find myself often as a doormat in my life. Smiling and nodding and agreeing to things that I simply cannot do or shouldn't do. I'm busy. I have obligations (more than I can handle). I trust the people around me, the "friends" (who I now no are no longer) to treat me with respect.
5. Former friends. Sad when you make efforts, fail and then find that everyone else is going along super and no one thought to give you a ring. I've always been that person who felt like my presence (or lack thereof) never made a difference to anyone. Like no one would notice or care if I wasn't at a party or in a group or at a dinner. I feel like I'm back in high school and my friends left for lunch with out me. Oh wait - that happened already.
6. Leaving roomates. So my poor planning means that Shawn will probably have to live next semester with three strangers. Because all of a sudden all three of his apartmentmates are graduating early. Thanks for telling us! Thanks for allowing us to plan ahead so Shawn's not living with some scary rapists in a couple of months! AND my big idea of him living with "friends" (what friends?) has fizzled. They seem to rarely see each other or spend time with one another. So what was the point? He seems just as unhappy being here as I am.
7. Lack of help. I am being choked by obligations. I can't breathe and I don't have time to figure out how because just as I feel like I have a firm grasp on my situation something else, some other request or necessity seems to command my time. For example: I have a sample packet with my work and an opening letter put together for my recommenders. I e-mailed the professors from whom I'd like recommendations and one got back to me with a huge checklist he'd like me to complete including writing a one paragraph summary for each essay I wrote for his class AND giving him my admissions essay. The one I was going to write while my letters were being taken care of. Sorry if I didn't have time to do it during the summer when I was working 50-60 hours a week and studying for the GREs or now when I've been taking 16 credits of class and doing my classwork and working 20 hours a week. Sorry. So now I have to get those two things done by next week and my goal of having everything off my hands by mid-september is absolutely useless.
To be continued.
Ahem
1. Stupidity. It seems most people here (in my classes, in the residence halls and apartments) don't have an IQ above that of a brick. It's getting a little old sitting in class with my mouth hanging open and my eyes bulging out of my head because I just heard the stupidest most inane comment ever made in front of an entire college class and directed to a professor. A person with a PhD. Seriously.
2. My things have become just THE things. So I lived here for a few months before everyone else and before school started. And so my stuff has now become the communal stuff. And that really wouldn't bother me so much except that certain people seem to lack any respect for my things and the fact that these things are it. They're going to have to last me into my next apartment and living situation and my next apartment after that until I become a middle-class suburban house wife (or the like). But no. Gotta use my things, ruin them or simply leave my empty things lying around for me to find instead of filling them up. I need to either live alone or with Shawn. I cannot deal.
3. Inconsiderate bitches. And by bitches I am not singling out females. Everyone. Okay, MOST everyone is an inconsiderate bitch. Blasting music and singing at 11pm or 12 am is a little inconsiderate. People around are reading and talking and have class and work to worry about and probably are trying to get to sleep. See, this is a UNIVERSITY. People here should be busy writing papers and pondering things - not playing rap music at the highest volume at 1 am. Aren't we all here for the same academic purpose?
4. Friends (who are more like former friends) taking advantage. I am the last person who ever likes to be taken advantage of. And yet, somehow, I tend to find myself often as a doormat in my life. Smiling and nodding and agreeing to things that I simply cannot do or shouldn't do. I'm busy. I have obligations (more than I can handle). I trust the people around me, the "friends" (who I now no are no longer) to treat me with respect.
5. Former friends. Sad when you make efforts, fail and then find that everyone else is going along super and no one thought to give you a ring. I've always been that person who felt like my presence (or lack thereof) never made a difference to anyone. Like no one would notice or care if I wasn't at a party or in a group or at a dinner. I feel like I'm back in high school and my friends left for lunch with out me. Oh wait - that happened already.
6. Leaving roomates. So my poor planning means that Shawn will probably have to live next semester with three strangers. Because all of a sudden all three of his apartmentmates are graduating early. Thanks for telling us! Thanks for allowing us to plan ahead so Shawn's not living with some scary rapists in a couple of months! AND my big idea of him living with "friends" (what friends?) has fizzled. They seem to rarely see each other or spend time with one another. So what was the point? He seems just as unhappy being here as I am.
7. Lack of help. I am being choked by obligations. I can't breathe and I don't have time to figure out how because just as I feel like I have a firm grasp on my situation something else, some other request or necessity seems to command my time. For example: I have a sample packet with my work and an opening letter put together for my recommenders. I e-mailed the professors from whom I'd like recommendations and one got back to me with a huge checklist he'd like me to complete including writing a one paragraph summary for each essay I wrote for his class AND giving him my admissions essay. The one I was going to write while my letters were being taken care of. Sorry if I didn't have time to do it during the summer when I was working 50-60 hours a week and studying for the GREs or now when I've been taking 16 credits of class and doing my classwork and working 20 hours a week. Sorry. So now I have to get those two things done by next week and my goal of having everything off my hands by mid-september is absolutely useless.
To be continued.