all the white folk shake their asses, looking for the 2 and 4
Sitting in the mac lab and the printer is jamming.
Its all like ::jams out::.
Turns out that the New College students who are to be third years next year can't live on campus. Housing can't find residency for them. I hope they don't pull that kinda crap on me. I'll be pissed off. All the current second years have been going off all year talking about how us first years party too much, or that we really don't understand true New College ettiquite (sp?). I got news for them:
As much as it sucks (because i'm sure it will happen to me too), New College will never be the same. It evolves and adapts to it's new residence. Every generation is different and so some of the New College atmosphere (as you know it) will have to be sacrificed with each in coming class. The thing is (and the reason why I'm so in love with this goddamn school), is that somethings, the most important things, will NEVER CHANGE. Theres just something about New College that makes it the way it is, so fucking different from any other college that I have ever been to. My sister came to visit and she could tell that, though she looked normal, she stood out. you can always spot a New College kid, or a potential New College kid from a mile away. It's just the way it goes.
Okay enough with my shit. If you didn't like it, you didn't have to read it.
It's ten thirty and all I really have to do is write up a peer review and read a book. I'm so happy that I finished up my paper so early today. I really don't have much else to do for the rest of this week, or next week for that matter.
Sam and I are going to Sybring to see my brother. He's coming into town for business and I guess he's swinging by to patch things up with my father and spend some quality time with me. I'm so frikin excited. I can only pray to St. Jude that all will go well.
::crosses self::
Its all like ::jams out::.
Turns out that the New College students who are to be third years next year can't live on campus. Housing can't find residency for them. I hope they don't pull that kinda crap on me. I'll be pissed off. All the current second years have been going off all year talking about how us first years party too much, or that we really don't understand true New College ettiquite (sp?). I got news for them:
As much as it sucks (because i'm sure it will happen to me too), New College will never be the same. It evolves and adapts to it's new residence. Every generation is different and so some of the New College atmosphere (as you know it) will have to be sacrificed with each in coming class. The thing is (and the reason why I'm so in love with this goddamn school), is that somethings, the most important things, will NEVER CHANGE. Theres just something about New College that makes it the way it is, so fucking different from any other college that I have ever been to. My sister came to visit and she could tell that, though she looked normal, she stood out. you can always spot a New College kid, or a potential New College kid from a mile away. It's just the way it goes.
Okay enough with my shit. If you didn't like it, you didn't have to read it.
It's ten thirty and all I really have to do is write up a peer review and read a book. I'm so happy that I finished up my paper so early today. I really don't have much else to do for the rest of this week, or next week for that matter.
Sam and I are going to Sybring to see my brother. He's coming into town for business and I guess he's swinging by to patch things up with my father and spend some quality time with me. I'm so frikin excited. I can only pray to St. Jude that all will go well.
::crosses self::