Atrocity #1
So last night, I was playing Scattagories with some cross country people. The letter was "C" and the first category was "Famous Females" I got really really excited. Of course, Carrie Chapman Catt- that is a triple "C" meaning three points. When we shared all of our words after that round- I couldnt wait to show off. I said, "You guys, this is the best one ever... famous females, Carrie Chapman Catt!!" ................. silence. and now.. the dialouge following
supid boy #1: "who?"
me: "carrie chapman catt? seriously? you know one of the founders of the feminist movement??"
stupid boy #2: oo suurrre. whatever. just make up names.
me: are you kidding me? i will go ask these people here sitting in the lounge... you guys are dumb. everyone else will know who I'm talking about.
me (to people in lounge): you guys know who Carrie Chapan Catt is right?
Lounge people: *blank stares* .... uhh....
me: please excuse me while I take the apparently none existent feminist movemetn and jump off a bridge
Shannon, I don't know what is wrong this world.
I finally am starting class!!! I had my freshman studies class Monday and Cultural Anthropology and Intro to Religious Studies starts tomorrow. I am very excited about this. With a paper already due, I am hoping to be able to keep up with all activities and school work but looking forward to a challenge... this brings me to
Atrocity #2
over the summer the university sent every freshman a copy of Kafka's Metamorphosis to read for the first day of Freshman studies. We had FOUR MONTHS to read a 60 page story. so this girl walks into my class (total it has about 13 people in it) and she says, "So, did you guys read the story?" and we, of course, all said yes. and she goes, " oh, well, i skimmed it... I guess I'll just be really quiet today" And I'm thinking... SERIOUSLY? do you know how much that girl's parents are paying for her to be here?! (im sure she's not paying for it herself) and she couldnt even bring herself to read a short story for the first day of class? sad.
Cross country is still going well-ish and I get to see my parents this weekend they are coming to my meet in Minneapolis. Overall, life is good. I love my roommate, we get along very well and it is nice to have everyone on campus. minus the part where i have to wait in line for food. with all of the new people though i have started to spot look alikes of people in Ames.
Atrocity #3
Tina, someone stole your body and put it on some lady in Appleton. You should look into getting that back.... some lady is walking around who looks just like you!
well, this is a very long post and I have a class dinner to get to. woo hoo. apparently we have to write letters to ourselves to get back at our graduation. I was advised to put $20 in mine so I can go out to eat on graduation day. I love and miss you all!
wait! i forgot atrocity #4 which is that I think there is something wrong with my sink... underneth the sink it gets really hot - all the time, not just when the hot water is on. I feel like some weird water fire is going to start. Also, i have a feeling the warm, moist climate is perfect breeding grounds for mold, something I would very much like to avoid. If you have any advice on what this problem is or how to fix it let me know!
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is there such a thing as a water fire? I don't know. But... those are indeed ATROCITIES!! can't believe those stories. I hope your classes are great... you've been there long enough at this point to start!
isn't there someone in charge of plumbing in the dorms? i'd call them. but i don't think you need to worry about a water fire :)
oh, the atrocities!! mercy!
jennifer, it's so good to hear from you, even though i took forever to comment! do get my body back when you get a chance.
i have just learned to accept that for whatever reason - you and the people you choose to surround yourself by - are part of some odd group of people that actually know things.
my friend who went to college (not everyone goes to college in NY) said this the other day: can i please just tell them that hey, i actually know things. like i know facts. i am educated. well-educated, in fact.
this is after his bandmate preached about "if we want to be professionals..."to which he responded, "there is no such thing in band world as a professional, that is why we all turned down office jobs."
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