Sorry it's been so long since the last entry...the last couple weeks have been crazy!
Work Week and Recruitment went well, for those that care. We got some great great girls...but I won't bore you with all the sorority-rific details. I will just say that I do not want to do that again anytime soon. It was a good week, but definitly not fun from time to time.
And so classes have begun.
And I am stuck in anther drafting class. This blows. Not only is it drafting, but it's advanced drafting. And I had no clue. It was cleverly disguised as Design Communication...sneaky little bastard. And the suppliues cost me almost $200. Sneaky, expensive, little bastard.
So we will see how this goes. I promise I will keep you posted.
I think one of the best things about being submersed in the collegiate life is the randomness that you fall into when you least expect it. And last night was one of those nights. I was thinking I was going to lay around, avoiding the packing I have to do, watch TV and check my email about eight million times. But things turned around instead and I spent the night and most of the mroning out on the balcony talking to my roommate, Natalie. We were up til three, but it was great.
It's unfortunate that it had to be a broken heart, a bottle of wine, and a pack of light menthols that got us out there, but with any luck, good will come of the Evil Ex-Boyfriend. Poor thing...breaking up really sucks. Especially for her now because she doesn't have any close friends in CoMo with shoulders to cry on. I'm just glad that she was comfortable enough to cry on mine. I like being able to help people.
It may have been a crappy circumstance, but it was a great conversation...about everything from boys to abortion to rommate relations to summer school and back again. I just wish we had talked a lot sooner, not the last night I'm in town, becasue she is a sweethearted, funny, and interesting girl. But with any luck I will see a lot of Natalie in the future because she is studying interior design as well.
So good luck to you, Nat. It will be okay, I promise, no matter how much it may hurt right now. You will be alright.
I have just turned in my drafting project...huge huge huge sigh of relief. I was seriously paranoid that something would happen to my blueprints or originals or something and I wouldn't have time to fix it. Maybe knowing that these four pieces of vellum are worth a thrid of my grade has something to do with the fear in my heart.
I woke up three times this morning in a dead panic before my alarm went off because I thought I had overslept and couldn't turn my plans in. I am nototrious for oversleeping or having other random alarm malfunctions, but this was a little bit of an overcompensation as far as I am concerned. As soon as the sun came up my body started to mess with my mind.
"Ooooh, it's light out...that means you've done it again and it's TOO LATE TO GO TO CLASS! BWA HA HA HA! SUFFER AND FAIL!!!"
But my pretty little cabin, the one that no one in their right mind would ever ever ever build unless they were blind or impaired in some way, was copied and turned in with little to no bodily harm or major distaster, and no parking tickets either. (The only change I have is sitting at the bottom of my fish bowl, and I really don't want to touch that now, so no meter was fed.) And now my fate rests in the hands of one kooky Canadian drafting professor. Please be gentle.
God, I feel like I've just sent off my child to their first day of kindergarten or something. I've become way too attached to these plansl, even if I did hate drawing them.
So, that's that. Now I get to relax and enjoy the rest of my summer, right? Wrong. Now I get to go into the kitchen and figure out what dishes and utensils are mine, clean them, and pack them, cramming them into one too few boxes with newspapers from 1994. And then I get to go into my disastor area of a bedroom and clean it and pack all that stuff up, into an extreme lack of boxes. Then laundry...no detergent, but lots and lots of dryer sheets (maybe I'll just be fluffing them so they at least smell clean...the cologne shower of laundry). Then I get to clean like the Pope is coming so that I can get my security deposit back. What fun! It's a great time to be me!