College Chronicles

I’m that person that just misses everything. Nothing interesting can seem to happen while I’m around.

Last night, I spent the night over at a friend’s house. While I spent the night helping her with a 5000 piece puzzle and just catching up, my suitmates had a party. Apparently people just kept showing up at the door because they had heard that there was a party going on. Admittedly, they were blasting music and breaking out Jenga, but the random people that kept showing up raises some questions. From what I’ve heard, the party was broken into the grinding group and the twister group. By twister, I mean the game, the one with a spinner and a big mat. Yup, you can tell we take parties seriously around here.

Maybe if I say I’ll be gone, then come back early, I will catch some of the action. I want to play twister too!

My major seems to have declared war on me. It just does not want me to succeed in my goals.

My calculus teacher has a very heavy accent. It is very hard to understand anything he says. I could probably get past that, if only he went through what we were doing thoroughly on the board. But alas, nothing works out the way we want them to. He skips about three steps at a time in the problems, leaving all of us in the dust. So, I heard that the Calc Rec class really helped, and I decided to attend the next one. That’s when I found out just how much my major hates me. I got another teacher with an accent. I also got to find out that while my class was on chapter three, everyone else was still on chapter one. So not only are we all incredibly confused, we are all being more confused sooner than we should.

The war continues to rage, and though I am on the losing side for the time being, I will fight to gain ground. I will conquer, civilize, and cultivate.

A typical night in our suite includes either Uno or pool. Mostly Uno. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not exclusively those games, we also play other card games, plus we just got Twister and Jenga!

Now, it never seems to be just us. We are always having people over, and they’re always playing these games with us. Uno gets competitive with us. Heck, we even have a giant Uno card hanging on our door! Last night we were playing pool, and none of us are very good. So, of course things happen. A couple accidental hits to peoples faces with pool sticks, a few flying balls, you know, the typical stuff. Though, being bad at pool means not knowing how to deal with those awkward shots that come up. There was only one resolution to these awkward angles. You get on the table. You may think I mean sitting on the edge, well, you’re wrong. Just imagine people sitting in the middle of the table, kneeling, laying. It really is quite the site to see.

I’m curious, who thought it was a good idea to put a pool table 50 feet away from crazy kids like us?

Monday night parties are never a good idea. Weekday parties in general just aren’t a good idea, especially when you have morning classes.

While I was sound asleep last night, a couple of my roommates went to a party. A guy came back with one of them and ended up falling asleep on one of the beds. My roommate had to leave early for class, so I met up with her in the dining hall. She told me he had spent the night and she had woken him up before she left and said he had probably gone back to his room to get some more sleep. I returned to our suite and peeked into her room to discover him sound asleep still. Ten minutes from now, I have the awkward duty of waking this boy up. I’ve never even met this boy before. It will be awkward, but I wouldn’t want him to miss his class.

From now on, let’s save the parties for the weekends, thus saving me from awkward moments.

Living on the fifth floor means using the elevator frequently. Going to breakfast, lunch, and dinner, going to class, going to work. And then again, coming back from all of these places. Each time you ride with someone, maybe someone you know, maybe someone you recognize, or perhaps even just a random person you’ve never seen before.

One day, a couple of my roommates were riding the elevator down to the first floor, heading out to get food. They got in and there was alrady another person in the elevator. Once the door closed, one of my roommates noticed that the fellow they got on with wasn’t wearing any shoes. She immediatly asked him about this, and his reply was that he forgot them. Just the other night, I got on the elevator holding my laptop. One boy on the elevator commented, “I like your laptop. It’s big.”

Every ride is interesting. People are frequently making odd remarks, carrying odd things, or just acting oddly. It certainly provides entertainment for the few minutes you spend in the elevator.

As college students, there are many things that we need to do for the first time. For some people laundry is a new adventure, for some it’s tasks as simple as cooking with a microwave.

One night, while I was at work, one of my roommates invited over a couple of people. One boy decided to make popcorn in one of the rooms. He had been pampered by his mother his whole life, he had never had to make his own popcorn before. Ignoring the “popcorn” button, he entered in 4 minutes and left the room. Since it was a snack size bag of popcorn, it burned after a minute and a half. The room filled with smoke and spilled out into the living room. The boy ran “for help”, and after my roommates made sure their room wasn’t on fire, they chased him.

The entire suite smelled of burnt popcorn when I returned from work that night, and it continued to stink. Thanks to him, we got to smell his lack of skills for days.

One of the major parts of going to college is a completely new setting. New location, new home, and mostly, new people. The first day, you walk in to your dorm and you meet the strangers you will be spending the next two semesters with. Classes start, and there are more strangers to meet. There are strangers in the elevator, strangers in the lounge, strangers all around you.

One night, a few strangers knocked on the door. Upon opening the door, I discovered three boys who had lived in our room previously. They told me how they had thrown up all over the living room and urinated in one of the bedrooms. Just what you want to hear. They clearly wanted to be invited in, but I was alone, and they were annoying me with their tales of drunkenness. They eventually departed, after realizing they were not being invited in. A few days later, some more boys showed up. Since almost everyone was around, we invited them in. They also told us of how they threw up all over the living room.

So thank you strangers, you certainly keep our lives interesting.

College is full of interesting stories. Unexpected things happen everyday, especially with all of the random people around you. You never know who’ll you’ll meet or what will happen.

Here are the stories of 514.