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so the past couple of weeks? ha there aren't many words to describe! read on if you want to hear stories of ghetto apartments and how unorganized pratt is! or well how my life has been lately.
i guess to start off, it was about two weeks ago and i still hadn't gotten any information on housing ... whatsoever. so we decided to call pratt reslife to see what was up. they look through files blah blah and then they tell me i'm on a waiting list for housing, not only am i on a waiting list but i'm number 28 on this list. the fact that i'm number 28 means that it is highly unlikely that i'll get housing and i'll definitely know if i do or not that following monday. but the safest thing to do right now is to go start looking for apartments. at the point i'm loosing it, practically freaking out.
so my mom and i head up to brooklyn literally that day, calling agents on the way up.
we called back to see if i could get names of the other kids on the waiting list to room with, because aparently there were two other groups behind my group that weren't even on the waiting list. they told us no we don't give out names, it was too hectic last year. so that's just great, i have no housing i don't have a roommate, i know absolutely no one. and for those of you who know me... it was probably the worst situation ever considering my social retardation.
despite the lack of a roommate we go looking at the apartments anyways. we saw two that day, they were both right next to the queens expressway, about 5 blocks down from school. the first one was about a 4 story building and a tiny fenced in entrance. there was a hispanic mother leaning out of her window of the first floor, baby crying and little dog barking beside her. i laughed to myself because well it was silly. across the street was a type of small buisness owned factory i guess, two of the workers blankly stared at us for the whole 5 minutes we were outside. we go inside assuming the agent was already at the apartment. the hallway or lack there of one was considerably narrow and dingy. the stairs caved in and you felt like the possibility of falling through one of them was very likely. i believe the apartment was on the third floor. the door was open, i was a little comforted by the light atmosphere but that soon changed. you stepped into the door and on your left was a hole cut out of the wall for the toilet, no door or anything. straight ahead of you was a window, with the iron gates and everything. beside the door, there was a room, no not even a room a closet that pretruded out. what's in this closet? the bathtub. if you were to walk into this so called bathroom you would literally be standing in the bathtub, there was no room outside of the tub. next to the closet bathroom was the kitchen sink and a single oven stove. mind you there is no actual bathroom sink in the apartment, only a kitchen sink. once you step inside of the apartment and you look to your right you see a small passageway to a room, i guess a living room if you'd like to call it that, i couldn't even say it was bigger than my room at home. and through there is another small room, the bedroom. needless to say my mom wasn't too pleased but it was in our pricerange and i wasn't too hopeful of anything nicer, so i kept trying to picture myself there. we go outside and the same two workers were yet again staring at us, even if we stared back. it was a little awkward. so our jewish orthodox agent (who wouldn't shake our hands because it's against their relgion because there's a chance that we're menstruating which means we're dirty) told us to meet him around the corner to see the other apartment.
this apartment was in a two story building, in the same area as the last except for a street over. the first red flag of this one was ... well ... all of the graffiti all over the front side of the building. weeds and dead plants i can handle, graffiti? i'm not gonna lie, i was a little aprehensive haha. we opened the door and there was the staircase leading upstairs, the same caved in stairs, the same dingy and awkward smelling atmosphere. the tenent was still there, her name was hillary and she's going to be a senior this year at pratt, she happened to be from the west chester area ha. but anways this one was a lot more spacious it had three bedrooms an actual kitchen and an actual bathroom. it really wasn't bad at all, and considering my options i tried to adjust myself to living there, not that bad. a problem with it was though was that it wasn't ready until september first, i start orientation the nineteenth. we went back outside parted ways with david and hillary walked us to our car because she had to take her puppy on a walk. she said there definitely were times where she didn't feel safe but that's probably going to happen anywhere you go in brooklyn. she gave me her number and told to call if i needed any help whatsoever. she was nice, i liked her.
it started to rain, and then thunder. we went inside the pratt store because the rain got so heavy you couldn't see a thing on the road. the wind picked up an immense amount of speed and the lighting was so clear and bright, it was the most intense thunderstorm i've ever been in! i ended up getting a nice drafting table there and a really soft teddy bear with a pratt sweatshirt on. i was holding on to him when the security gaurd came up to me and said, "oh you're getting woody?! damn he's my favorite, did you see the other one?" i looked over at the table and noticed a smaller version of the teddy bear but instead of a sweatshirt he had a tshirt. he leaned over and told me. "stick with woody, he's straight with his sweatshirt!" i laughed, felt nice after that horrible day haha.
we went home and got stuck in horrible traffic because there was flooding all throughout the holland tunnel areas, stopped at the bertucci's in jersey city and continued home. my mom first talked to my dad and i heard him freaking out from the camera phone pictures my mom took. mind you, my dad has got to be one of the cheapest men you will ever meet, he honestly is. except when it comes to his cars but he really never pays anything except the least amount, no matter the situation. anyways i hear him yelling at my mom in the other room saying i can't even imagine her living there! you know for a fact that she'll have to carry mase with her everywhere she goes, there's graffiti on the front of the building for christ's sake olivia! my mom calmly tried to tell my dad that was what was in our price range and we didn't have many other options. my dad waved her off and said then go look again on craigslist and make sure she is only a block or less away from school, and it's a new building, no matter the price range! ha i never thought those words would come out of my dad's mouth!
so we went back and forth acouple times to brooklyn, the two hour trip became pretty easy and we got to know our way around manhattan and brooklyn. then one day my mom was looking through the roommates wanted page on craigslist and found a girl named lindsay who was 19 a transfer/freshmen at pratt who was looking for a roommate in the brand new building on classon which was only a block away from school. my mom yelled at me to come downstairs and reply now! so i did and i asked if we could meet up with her on saturday. saturday as in two days ago.
we got there, it was really sunny, breezy but still hot, every other time we had been to brooklyn it was raining and overcast. so i guess i kind of thought of it as a good sign. we parked on lafayette and started walking around trying to find 371 classon, we didn't have much luck so i called lindsay and eventually i saw her waving from across the street. she's tiny and cute reminded me a lot of my crazy 9 year old neighbor katharine, but in a good way! the building which was brand new brick, had a tiny little fence around it and you walked down a few stairs to the door. it was a completely new refurnished building on the first floor were obviously a few apartments but to the left was the laundry room and then there was a gym. just a few cardio things though, nothing great haha. we went up the elevator to the third floor and went into the apartment. it's basically the hallways with 4 rooms branching off i think is the best way to describe it. the first was the kitchen, it's small but hey who cares, it's still a kitchen and has all the stuff. then there's the living room about the size of my room with a cable connection and two big windows. then there's my room which is the same size as the living room also with two big windows and then there's lindsay's room which is also the same thing. next to her room, which is essentially the end of the hallway is the bathroom, it's really cute, perfect. then she took me up to the roof! yes i have rooftop access! you can see all of brooklyn and the skyline of manhattan, it's amazing! up there we talked blah blah she didn't get housing either. i really liked her and the apartment, it was perfect! as we were leaving she said there were other people looking at it obviously but she'd call us definitely by monday to fill us in on what she was going to do. so we left and started going to the other appointments we had. eventually when we went to pratt to find a bathroom, i got a call from lindsay. she said that she thought we really clicked and we would be really good roommates and it was awesome and helpful that we were both starting out. and asked if i wanted to move in! of course i agreed got all excited and then her dad called my mom for all the details.
her dads a dentist on 5th avenue in manhattan and they live in shoot if orget the name but it was one of the neighboring towns to where my mom grew up in. she said it's a very well to do town. but she definitely didn't act like she had money, she was really humble and sweet so whatever. and she said that she was going to move in this weekend and i could start moving in the 15th. which works out perfectly!
so yesterday my mom and i went to the verizon store because i had lost my phone acouple days ago to get a new phone. here i am not in a good mood because i have to pay full retail for this thing haha and well i don't have much money to begin with. but we were walking into linens n things and i'm listening to the multiple voicemails. all of a sudden there's one from pratt reslife saying i have housing in stabile hall room 405, um EXCUSE ME! you tell me now! not even a week ago the director of housing was telling me that the chance of me getting on campus housing was slim to none and that my only option was to get an apartment as soon as i can! so of course i got all upset ha, it must be a "goodweek" because i'm socially retarded as many of you know so being in a dorm would be a lot more beneficial for me to meet new people. but i really liked lindsay and we already verbally agreed to the apartment.
so whatever i'm staying with the apartment because well who cares. i'd much rather be able to be in an apartment rather than a dorm and with lindsay with me i don't think it'll be that bad making friends. plus i have krista in the dorms so i can always go visit her there and meet people.
anyways my mom called and complained this morning mainly to say i wasn't taking the housing. the reslife was all apologetic now rather than two weeks ago when they were like too bad sucks for you! we didn't get your application and housing terms till the 24th of may rather than the reciet my mom had from fed ex saying it was delivered and recieved on may 1st. they apologized over and over again saying that shouldn't have happened and they do housing really up until the first day of school so whoever told us that we should go get an apartment was wrong blah blah. but what i want to know is what happens if i fully entrusted them with my housing situation and i got there the 19th and ask them uh what am i doing and they say, oh well ... you don't have housing! then what. because that's honestly what happens.
so there's my life in the past couple of weeks and i want to shoot something.
i guess to start off, it was about two weeks ago and i still hadn't gotten any information on housing ... whatsoever. so we decided to call pratt reslife to see what was up. they look through files blah blah and then they tell me i'm on a waiting list for housing, not only am i on a waiting list but i'm number 28 on this list. the fact that i'm number 28 means that it is highly unlikely that i'll get housing and i'll definitely know if i do or not that following monday. but the safest thing to do right now is to go start looking for apartments. at the point i'm loosing it, practically freaking out.
so my mom and i head up to brooklyn literally that day, calling agents on the way up.
we called back to see if i could get names of the other kids on the waiting list to room with, because aparently there were two other groups behind my group that weren't even on the waiting list. they told us no we don't give out names, it was too hectic last year. so that's just great, i have no housing i don't have a roommate, i know absolutely no one. and for those of you who know me... it was probably the worst situation ever considering my social retardation.
despite the lack of a roommate we go looking at the apartments anyways. we saw two that day, they were both right next to the queens expressway, about 5 blocks down from school. the first one was about a 4 story building and a tiny fenced in entrance. there was a hispanic mother leaning out of her window of the first floor, baby crying and little dog barking beside her. i laughed to myself because well it was silly. across the street was a type of small buisness owned factory i guess, two of the workers blankly stared at us for the whole 5 minutes we were outside. we go inside assuming the agent was already at the apartment. the hallway or lack there of one was considerably narrow and dingy. the stairs caved in and you felt like the possibility of falling through one of them was very likely. i believe the apartment was on the third floor. the door was open, i was a little comforted by the light atmosphere but that soon changed. you stepped into the door and on your left was a hole cut out of the wall for the toilet, no door or anything. straight ahead of you was a window, with the iron gates and everything. beside the door, there was a room, no not even a room a closet that pretruded out. what's in this closet? the bathtub. if you were to walk into this so called bathroom you would literally be standing in the bathtub, there was no room outside of the tub. next to the closet bathroom was the kitchen sink and a single oven stove. mind you there is no actual bathroom sink in the apartment, only a kitchen sink. once you step inside of the apartment and you look to your right you see a small passageway to a room, i guess a living room if you'd like to call it that, i couldn't even say it was bigger than my room at home. and through there is another small room, the bedroom. needless to say my mom wasn't too pleased but it was in our pricerange and i wasn't too hopeful of anything nicer, so i kept trying to picture myself there. we go outside and the same two workers were yet again staring at us, even if we stared back. it was a little awkward. so our jewish orthodox agent (who wouldn't shake our hands because it's against their relgion because there's a chance that we're menstruating which means we're dirty) told us to meet him around the corner to see the other apartment.
this apartment was in a two story building, in the same area as the last except for a street over. the first red flag of this one was ... well ... all of the graffiti all over the front side of the building. weeds and dead plants i can handle, graffiti? i'm not gonna lie, i was a little aprehensive haha. we opened the door and there was the staircase leading upstairs, the same caved in stairs, the same dingy and awkward smelling atmosphere. the tenent was still there, her name was hillary and she's going to be a senior this year at pratt, she happened to be from the west chester area ha. but anways this one was a lot more spacious it had three bedrooms an actual kitchen and an actual bathroom. it really wasn't bad at all, and considering my options i tried to adjust myself to living there, not that bad. a problem with it was though was that it wasn't ready until september first, i start orientation the nineteenth. we went back outside parted ways with david and hillary walked us to our car because she had to take her puppy on a walk. she said there definitely were times where she didn't feel safe but that's probably going to happen anywhere you go in brooklyn. she gave me her number and told to call if i needed any help whatsoever. she was nice, i liked her.
it started to rain, and then thunder. we went inside the pratt store because the rain got so heavy you couldn't see a thing on the road. the wind picked up an immense amount of speed and the lighting was so clear and bright, it was the most intense thunderstorm i've ever been in! i ended up getting a nice drafting table there and a really soft teddy bear with a pratt sweatshirt on. i was holding on to him when the security gaurd came up to me and said, "oh you're getting woody?! damn he's my favorite, did you see the other one?" i looked over at the table and noticed a smaller version of the teddy bear but instead of a sweatshirt he had a tshirt. he leaned over and told me. "stick with woody, he's straight with his sweatshirt!" i laughed, felt nice after that horrible day haha.
we went home and got stuck in horrible traffic because there was flooding all throughout the holland tunnel areas, stopped at the bertucci's in jersey city and continued home. my mom first talked to my dad and i heard him freaking out from the camera phone pictures my mom took. mind you, my dad has got to be one of the cheapest men you will ever meet, he honestly is. except when it comes to his cars but he really never pays anything except the least amount, no matter the situation. anyways i hear him yelling at my mom in the other room saying i can't even imagine her living there! you know for a fact that she'll have to carry mase with her everywhere she goes, there's graffiti on the front of the building for christ's sake olivia! my mom calmly tried to tell my dad that was what was in our price range and we didn't have many other options. my dad waved her off and said then go look again on craigslist and make sure she is only a block or less away from school, and it's a new building, no matter the price range! ha i never thought those words would come out of my dad's mouth!
so we went back and forth acouple times to brooklyn, the two hour trip became pretty easy and we got to know our way around manhattan and brooklyn. then one day my mom was looking through the roommates wanted page on craigslist and found a girl named lindsay who was 19 a transfer/freshmen at pratt who was looking for a roommate in the brand new building on classon which was only a block away from school. my mom yelled at me to come downstairs and reply now! so i did and i asked if we could meet up with her on saturday. saturday as in two days ago.
we got there, it was really sunny, breezy but still hot, every other time we had been to brooklyn it was raining and overcast. so i guess i kind of thought of it as a good sign. we parked on lafayette and started walking around trying to find 371 classon, we didn't have much luck so i called lindsay and eventually i saw her waving from across the street. she's tiny and cute reminded me a lot of my crazy 9 year old neighbor katharine, but in a good way! the building which was brand new brick, had a tiny little fence around it and you walked down a few stairs to the door. it was a completely new refurnished building on the first floor were obviously a few apartments but to the left was the laundry room and then there was a gym. just a few cardio things though, nothing great haha. we went up the elevator to the third floor and went into the apartment. it's basically the hallways with 4 rooms branching off i think is the best way to describe it. the first was the kitchen, it's small but hey who cares, it's still a kitchen and has all the stuff. then there's the living room about the size of my room with a cable connection and two big windows. then there's my room which is the same size as the living room also with two big windows and then there's lindsay's room which is also the same thing. next to her room, which is essentially the end of the hallway is the bathroom, it's really cute, perfect. then she took me up to the roof! yes i have rooftop access! you can see all of brooklyn and the skyline of manhattan, it's amazing! up there we talked blah blah she didn't get housing either. i really liked her and the apartment, it was perfect! as we were leaving she said there were other people looking at it obviously but she'd call us definitely by monday to fill us in on what she was going to do. so we left and started going to the other appointments we had. eventually when we went to pratt to find a bathroom, i got a call from lindsay. she said that she thought we really clicked and we would be really good roommates and it was awesome and helpful that we were both starting out. and asked if i wanted to move in! of course i agreed got all excited and then her dad called my mom for all the details.
her dads a dentist on 5th avenue in manhattan and they live in shoot if orget the name but it was one of the neighboring towns to where my mom grew up in. she said it's a very well to do town. but she definitely didn't act like she had money, she was really humble and sweet so whatever. and she said that she was going to move in this weekend and i could start moving in the 15th. which works out perfectly!
so yesterday my mom and i went to the verizon store because i had lost my phone acouple days ago to get a new phone. here i am not in a good mood because i have to pay full retail for this thing haha and well i don't have much money to begin with. but we were walking into linens n things and i'm listening to the multiple voicemails. all of a sudden there's one from pratt reslife saying i have housing in stabile hall room 405, um EXCUSE ME! you tell me now! not even a week ago the director of housing was telling me that the chance of me getting on campus housing was slim to none and that my only option was to get an apartment as soon as i can! so of course i got all upset ha, it must be a "goodweek" because i'm socially retarded as many of you know so being in a dorm would be a lot more beneficial for me to meet new people. but i really liked lindsay and we already verbally agreed to the apartment.
so whatever i'm staying with the apartment because well who cares. i'd much rather be able to be in an apartment rather than a dorm and with lindsay with me i don't think it'll be that bad making friends. plus i have krista in the dorms so i can always go visit her there and meet people.
anyways my mom called and complained this morning mainly to say i wasn't taking the housing. the reslife was all apologetic now rather than two weeks ago when they were like too bad sucks for you! we didn't get your application and housing terms till the 24th of may rather than the reciet my mom had from fed ex saying it was delivered and recieved on may 1st. they apologized over and over again saying that shouldn't have happened and they do housing really up until the first day of school so whoever told us that we should go get an apartment was wrong blah blah. but what i want to know is what happens if i fully entrusted them with my housing situation and i got there the 19th and ask them uh what am i doing and they say, oh well ... you don't have housing! then what. because that's honestly what happens.
so there's my life in the past couple of weeks and i want to shoot something.