Good: Heather and A's friend is back from overseas, and she's now rooming with A, so the two of them are pretty much never here anymore, as they're always in A's room.
Bad: That moment when I come back from a dance performance and the two of them are snuggled up in here, in bed, and it smells like skin in here, damnit.
Worst: When they don't say a single thing to me and leave to go to A's room.
First of all, rude as hell. Am I the only one who thinks it's rude not to acknowledge someone, flat out ignore them, pretend they're not even there? Because it irks the hell out of me. I was raised to at least say hey, if nothing else. I wish Heather would shoot me a text whenever A's in here, too. They were dressed, fine, but maybe I want some warning. Then again, whenever Heather's around A, any manners she may have fly right out the window.
Holy crap, can this semester be over already? I want my own space. I want to know that I'm going to come back to my room and no one will be in it unless I've invited them in. Seriously, if I don't room with Sophie and all the singles get taken before I get to pick, I'm going to Res Life to talk. -_- The good thing at least is I'm at the tail end of the first group of students to pick rooms, thanks to my GPA. Pretty sure I count as a senior now, so I'm thinking I'll be fairly high up on the list. I won't find out until sometime in March as Room Draw approaches.
Fucking annoying. ANYWAY.
Had my first week of classes. Digital Audio Production is going to be interesting. Prof. Rhodes is teaching it, for the first time, and he has someone there that has a degree in audio engineering and steers him in the right direction if he's getting something wrong, but his explanations of things can kind of... meander a little. Basically, I'm going to be reading the book like a boss. We're getting quizzed, too, so I need to keep on top of it. Photography, we haven't gotten into too much--not everyone has a camera at the moment--but we did experiment with photograms, and we'll be working with them again on Monday. We're going to be casting plaster molds in Intermediate Ceramics, which is going to be hilarious, I'm sure. I'll also be mixing clay at some point. Writing Across Media II will probably be fun despite my original concerns, and the class is stupidly small, which should make projects a breeze. Tai Chi, I was going to drop because I really don't want to be getting out of classes at three on Fridays. It's completely wrong. But I'm keeping it for now. I figure it'll be a good way to end my weeks, and Phil's a really nice guy; just his presence is calming.
Happy with my classes, unhappy with being back in this dorm. It's the first official weekend of the semester, and I'm expecting raucous drunken parties at some point tonight and/or tomorrow. Will not live in South next year; I'll probably go back to TnT, which I really should've lived in in the first place since they're known for being low-substance abuse, and the third floor of Terrace was pretty quiet when I lived there. But no, I listened to Heather, who most definitely had an ulterior motive in suggesting South. Namely that her girlfriend and a good chunk of the History Herd lives here. All my good friends are in TnT on the opposite end of campus.
Meh, done with this. I'm going to sit and draw for a while.
Bad: That moment when I come back from a dance performance and the two of them are snuggled up in here, in bed, and it smells like skin in here, damnit.
Worst: When they don't say a single thing to me and leave to go to A's room.
First of all, rude as hell. Am I the only one who thinks it's rude not to acknowledge someone, flat out ignore them, pretend they're not even there? Because it irks the hell out of me. I was raised to at least say hey, if nothing else. I wish Heather would shoot me a text whenever A's in here, too. They were dressed, fine, but maybe I want some warning. Then again, whenever Heather's around A, any manners she may have fly right out the window.
Holy crap, can this semester be over already? I want my own space. I want to know that I'm going to come back to my room and no one will be in it unless I've invited them in. Seriously, if I don't room with Sophie and all the singles get taken before I get to pick, I'm going to Res Life to talk. -_- The good thing at least is I'm at the tail end of the first group of students to pick rooms, thanks to my GPA. Pretty sure I count as a senior now, so I'm thinking I'll be fairly high up on the list. I won't find out until sometime in March as Room Draw approaches.
Fucking annoying. ANYWAY.
Had my first week of classes. Digital Audio Production is going to be interesting. Prof. Rhodes is teaching it, for the first time, and he has someone there that has a degree in audio engineering and steers him in the right direction if he's getting something wrong, but his explanations of things can kind of... meander a little. Basically, I'm going to be reading the book like a boss. We're getting quizzed, too, so I need to keep on top of it. Photography, we haven't gotten into too much--not everyone has a camera at the moment--but we did experiment with photograms, and we'll be working with them again on Monday. We're going to be casting plaster molds in Intermediate Ceramics, which is going to be hilarious, I'm sure. I'll also be mixing clay at some point. Writing Across Media II will probably be fun despite my original concerns, and the class is stupidly small, which should make projects a breeze. Tai Chi, I was going to drop because I really don't want to be getting out of classes at three on Fridays. It's completely wrong. But I'm keeping it for now. I figure it'll be a good way to end my weeks, and Phil's a really nice guy; just his presence is calming.
Happy with my classes, unhappy with being back in this dorm. It's the first official weekend of the semester, and I'm expecting raucous drunken parties at some point tonight and/or tomorrow. Will not live in South next year; I'll probably go back to TnT, which I really should've lived in in the first place since they're known for being low-substance abuse, and the third floor of Terrace was pretty quiet when I lived there. But no, I listened to Heather, who most definitely had an ulterior motive in suggesting South. Namely that her girlfriend and a good chunk of the History Herd lives here. All my good friends are in TnT on the opposite end of campus.
Meh, done with this. I'm going to sit and draw for a while.