Where Did October Go?
In order to better understand what happened to what I've always believed to be the most pointless month ever (except for a few awesome people being born), I am going to make a list of what I did and what happened. They are not in chronological order because that is not how I think when I am tired.
1. I left my apartment to go to News Editing and Design at approximately 3:35. I had to be there at 4 and I like to leave myself 30 minutes to get there. I walked to the T-station where I noticed a train going to Bowdoin was coming.
2. I hurried down the stairs and started falling. Actually, I didn't start falling so much as I started running very quickly and painfully down the stairs. I grabbed onto the rail, swung around, and as my face hit the brick wall, I wondered what the hell was going on. I sprained both ankles, one very badly, the other very trivially.
3. I told the T people I wanted medical attention because what the hell do I know? And they called: the cops, the EMTs, and the firefighters. I'm surprised they didn't call a lawyer. I "refused medical attention" after the firefighters told me my foot wasn't broken. One (who was, sadly, not hot) helped me up the stairs.
4. I hobbled home, painfully, but managing not to dissolve into a stress-/pain-/embarrassment-induced crying jag until I got home and closed the door.
5. I found out the class had been cancelled.
6. I missed three deadlines for my beat reporting class.
7. I missed two days of work.
8. I missed three classes.
9. I missed one tennis match.
10. I went to one tennis match, by car, and almost drowned in a lake that neither of us (Erika was driving) saw coming.
11. I went to the health center twice.
12. I made a dozen or so excuses. I'm going to go with 17.
13. I got a kitten, Dinah Lord, and Ruby got Macauley Connor. They are BFF's and also intermittently annoying and almost always cute.
14. I went to some parties, including one I didn't want to go to at all.
15. I wrote my first sports story. It was very coherent and sports-like. It's headline was "Saints martyred, Sharks take the championship."
16. I finished about 20 pages of Anna Karinina, every episode of Sports Night, and the worst week ever.
17. I was tired pretty much the whole time.
That is not all, but 17 seems to be the right number to end on, since the number 17 bothers me like this October has bothered me.
Here's to November!
Oh, I guess I'll add an 18th: Lauren, Erika, and Rebecca turned 21, and now we could (if geography didn't prevent us) all go out and get drunk in public.
How's that for a real update, Rhubarb?
1. I left my apartment to go to News Editing and Design at approximately 3:35. I had to be there at 4 and I like to leave myself 30 minutes to get there. I walked to the T-station where I noticed a train going to Bowdoin was coming.
2. I hurried down the stairs and started falling. Actually, I didn't start falling so much as I started running very quickly and painfully down the stairs. I grabbed onto the rail, swung around, and as my face hit the brick wall, I wondered what the hell was going on. I sprained both ankles, one very badly, the other very trivially.
3. I told the T people I wanted medical attention because what the hell do I know? And they called: the cops, the EMTs, and the firefighters. I'm surprised they didn't call a lawyer. I "refused medical attention" after the firefighters told me my foot wasn't broken. One (who was, sadly, not hot) helped me up the stairs.
4. I hobbled home, painfully, but managing not to dissolve into a stress-/pain-/embarrassment-induced crying jag until I got home and closed the door.
5. I found out the class had been cancelled.
6. I missed three deadlines for my beat reporting class.
7. I missed two days of work.
8. I missed three classes.
9. I missed one tennis match.
10. I went to one tennis match, by car, and almost drowned in a lake that neither of us (Erika was driving) saw coming.
11. I went to the health center twice.
12. I made a dozen or so excuses. I'm going to go with 17.
13. I got a kitten, Dinah Lord, and Ruby got Macauley Connor. They are BFF's and also intermittently annoying and almost always cute.
14. I went to some parties, including one I didn't want to go to at all.
15. I wrote my first sports story. It was very coherent and sports-like. It's headline was "Saints martyred, Sharks take the championship."
16. I finished about 20 pages of Anna Karinina, every episode of Sports Night, and the worst week ever.
17. I was tired pretty much the whole time.
That is not all, but 17 seems to be the right number to end on, since the number 17 bothers me like this October has bothered me.
Here's to November!
Oh, I guess I'll add an 18th: Lauren, Erika, and Rebecca turned 21, and now we could (if geography didn't prevent us) all go out and get drunk in public.
How's that for a real update, Rhubarb?