And now for your regularly scheduled programs
It started early, at least the events leading up to it.
Last Sunday, Susan and I had decided that we would go to the Ann Coulter thing and write opposing columns (BTW, I think I have my column idea) about the event.
Well, yesterday, I found out that she couldnt go and that I would be getting a press badge.
By the way, I have a press badge. Go me.
Anyway, today, I went to pick it up and they made it for me. But I needed Caitlin's (editor in chief's) signature and she wouldnt be in for another half hour. Because I couldnt wait (I had to go to work at 2:30), we left it at her desk.
Interestingly enough, on the way back from the PSU, I see one of my TAs at Centenial Hall and I ask him whats up. He says he is looking to see what is going on at the joint. From there, I head to work.
At work, I receive a call from Susan around 4ish hearing that the badge was signed and ready to go.
After my shift (which got done late, because I was busy talking to the guy who comes in after me about politics), I ride my bike to the Park Student Union and pick it up.
I am then subsequently told that they *hope* this gets me into the event. Geeze. Thanks. *wink* For a person who likes everything neat and orderly, that was scary because I didn't know how to use it.
Yeah, not hard you say. Whatever.
Then, knowing that the doors open at 6:15, I head over to Centenial Hall and get there around 6:30. First thing I notice are the protestors. Lovely bit of fun. Shall write on those later. Maybe. They were funny. Got to talk to them in a rather sarcastic manner. Both using the Bible in entirely wrong manners.
After boosting my confidence (yes, deep inside I am a scaredy cat), I walk up to the guy taking tickets and ask where the media desk is (well, in not so similar terms, yes). I head there to only find out that they will only accept people on the list.
Damn them.
So I head back out and laugh at the protestors. Where, to my surprise, I soon spot my TA. We sit and chat for a bit and talk about the protestors.
Sadly, we also talked about chemistry and the resolution lab experiment in organic synthesis. This thread of conversation continued even later that evening. I also somehow ended up wearing my lab coat for a period of time (it was cold and raining). Heh. It was so funny.
Yes, despite the fact of being rejected out of the building, there was a later because my TA discovered that you could easily sneak into the builidng. This was partially because the land was in chaos.
In other words, Ann Coulter showed up late. Three hours late. And therefore there was a mass exodus. Understandably so.
Anyway, he then convinces me to follow him in. But I chicken out. And wait outside.
But he comes back in a few minutes bearing tickets. Yes. You heard me. Tickets.
Oh, but they weren't his free tickets. Oh no. They were someone else's tickets. He had given them his driver's license as collateral to return those tickets to their owners. It was great.
Having to sneak into a free event. And a political free event was just so much fun. Especially doing so with your organic synth TA.
Well, I found out that my TA wanted to go to see if Ann Coulter was as shocking as they say she is. I went because I thought I would have a good column.
I think the both of us found out she wasn't. It was really a dud. Sadly, I mean, her jokes were jokes both of us had heard before. There seemed to be some latent racism (someone even supported one of her fake "options" to fighting terrorism; ie, send all muslims back where they came from) but it was ok. Dull but ok. A few good jokes here and there.
I hated the country music. I mean, yes its semipatriotic, but stop promoting stereotypes.
Oh, I was sitting next to this conservative young lady and we started chatting. We talked about Ann Coulter and I told her that I didn't think I could get in because of the column I wrote on her. She asked me to recap it. I did. And she stopped talking to me. What a biotch.
Questions and Answers time always makes you want to pull out your hair. And this was no different. Except one thing:
The PIES!
Two young men run out from backstage and across the stage with a pie in hand (two pies total). They lob it at Ann Coulter who runs back against the back wall for safety. The crowd gets up to chase out the two young men.
Within minutes, we hear news that one of the men were cuffed and going to jail. We didn't hear anything about the other one. IT was great. On a grandscale. Funniest thing ever.
What a fun night. But not only that, after the pie incident, everyone got up to leave only to find that it was raining. So I had to ride home in the rain. Fun. And cold. But fun. On the way home, though, I saw my TA skipping and playing in the rain. It was cute.
But I have found out one thing: politics and chemistry are the two greatest things ever.
Last Sunday, Susan and I had decided that we would go to the Ann Coulter thing and write opposing columns (BTW, I think I have my column idea) about the event.
Well, yesterday, I found out that she couldnt go and that I would be getting a press badge.
By the way, I have a press badge. Go me.
Anyway, today, I went to pick it up and they made it for me. But I needed Caitlin's (editor in chief's) signature and she wouldnt be in for another half hour. Because I couldnt wait (I had to go to work at 2:30), we left it at her desk.
Interestingly enough, on the way back from the PSU, I see one of my TAs at Centenial Hall and I ask him whats up. He says he is looking to see what is going on at the joint. From there, I head to work.
At work, I receive a call from Susan around 4ish hearing that the badge was signed and ready to go.
After my shift (which got done late, because I was busy talking to the guy who comes in after me about politics), I ride my bike to the Park Student Union and pick it up.
I am then subsequently told that they *hope* this gets me into the event. Geeze. Thanks. *wink* For a person who likes everything neat and orderly, that was scary because I didn't know how to use it.
Yeah, not hard you say. Whatever.
Then, knowing that the doors open at 6:15, I head over to Centenial Hall and get there around 6:30. First thing I notice are the protestors. Lovely bit of fun. Shall write on those later. Maybe. They were funny. Got to talk to them in a rather sarcastic manner. Both using the Bible in entirely wrong manners.
After boosting my confidence (yes, deep inside I am a scaredy cat), I walk up to the guy taking tickets and ask where the media desk is (well, in not so similar terms, yes). I head there to only find out that they will only accept people on the list.
Damn them.
So I head back out and laugh at the protestors. Where, to my surprise, I soon spot my TA. We sit and chat for a bit and talk about the protestors.
Sadly, we also talked about chemistry and the resolution lab experiment in organic synthesis. This thread of conversation continued even later that evening. I also somehow ended up wearing my lab coat for a period of time (it was cold and raining). Heh. It was so funny.
Yes, despite the fact of being rejected out of the building, there was a later because my TA discovered that you could easily sneak into the builidng. This was partially because the land was in chaos.
In other words, Ann Coulter showed up late. Three hours late. And therefore there was a mass exodus. Understandably so.
Anyway, he then convinces me to follow him in. But I chicken out. And wait outside.
But he comes back in a few minutes bearing tickets. Yes. You heard me. Tickets.
Oh, but they weren't his free tickets. Oh no. They were someone else's tickets. He had given them his driver's license as collateral to return those tickets to their owners. It was great.
Having to sneak into a free event. And a political free event was just so much fun. Especially doing so with your organic synth TA.
Well, I found out that my TA wanted to go to see if Ann Coulter was as shocking as they say she is. I went because I thought I would have a good column.
I think the both of us found out she wasn't. It was really a dud. Sadly, I mean, her jokes were jokes both of us had heard before. There seemed to be some latent racism (someone even supported one of her fake "options" to fighting terrorism; ie, send all muslims back where they came from) but it was ok. Dull but ok. A few good jokes here and there.
I hated the country music. I mean, yes its semipatriotic, but stop promoting stereotypes.
Oh, I was sitting next to this conservative young lady and we started chatting. We talked about Ann Coulter and I told her that I didn't think I could get in because of the column I wrote on her. She asked me to recap it. I did. And she stopped talking to me. What a biotch.
Questions and Answers time always makes you want to pull out your hair. And this was no different. Except one thing:
The PIES!
Two young men run out from backstage and across the stage with a pie in hand (two pies total). They lob it at Ann Coulter who runs back against the back wall for safety. The crowd gets up to chase out the two young men.
Within minutes, we hear news that one of the men were cuffed and going to jail. We didn't hear anything about the other one. IT was great. On a grandscale. Funniest thing ever.
What a fun night. But not only that, after the pie incident, everyone got up to leave only to find that it was raining. So I had to ride home in the rain. Fun. And cold. But fun. On the way home, though, I saw my TA skipping and playing in the rain. It was cute.
But I have found out one thing: politics and chemistry are the two greatest things ever.