Yes, look closely. You see pens… in ramen… in the top half of a case that comes when you buy a spindle of CDs. Note the ink cartridges were taken out (you can see one sitting on the desk there), we’re not that dumb… In any case, this picture is the ultimate symbol of dorm life. 11 o’clock, with the Dining Hall closed? No worries, we have two spindles of cds, some pens, and some ramen, what more could you possibly need?
(Lest you think I’m joking, Tom will now demonstrate how to properly eat noodles with pens.)
Now to discuss some of the other aspects of college life, while I’m on the subject:
The Cleaning lady-
I’m not sure what her name is, but she always seems to pick the most inopportune times to be cleaning the bathrooms. It always seems the bathroom has to be cleaned right when I wake up, and she’s not particularly careful about which curtains she opens when she’s going about it either. I’ve never had such an experience, but I’ve heard more than one person complain about it.
Now, I don’t want to give her too much crap, because god knows she has to be the most patient woman in the world to clean up after some of the jerks in this dorm (Half a bowl of cereal sitting soggy in the sink? Come on guys, we’re not six year olds. Which brings me to the next topic…)
The Neighbors-
As if it wasn’t bad enough to have to share a bathroom with 40-ish other college-aged guys (who are, in generality, assholes) we also get to put up with them having rooms surrounding ours. That means… that’s right, fire alarms… at two in the morning. Then we get to go out and stand out here:
However, fire alarms would almost be worth it if you didn’t have to put up with them standing all over in the halls yelling things all the way down. Of course, we have a great sound system and plenty of loud music to play until two in the morning for those who don’t get to sleep in until 10. I figure it’s only fair.
TBS (Tech Bitch Syndrome)-
You hear people complain about it all over this campus. By people, I mean guys of course. Is it just a vile rumor spread by the jerks that, if you look at our dorm, seem to be prevalent? Or is there merit to the claim? I wouldn’t know, because I don’t really care to get involved with the lady folks, but apparently a large percentage of the girls that go to Tech are stuck up or something to that effect. Tom backs the theory up, if you want to trust him.
Proofs-
The bane of my existence, CS 1050. Perhaps you’ve heard me complain about it before. No ordinary human can enjoy this class. Every CS major has to take it and every day you hear one of us complain about it. It just really sucks.
Of course, the teacher seems to enjoy it, he even likes to hop and bounce around while writing things on the board. This leads me to theorize that, as no human can possibly enjoy Proofs, he must be Satan incarnate, nearly jumping with joy at causing pain not even the Nazis would subject people to.
Hanging out by the Campanile-
The Campanile, or, as it is lovingly referred to, the Shaft, is a symbol of our school. It represents how Georgia Tech continuously shafts its students and other such things… again, that I hear. I don’t experience many things personally. You could say I live a boring life.
Large metallic objects aside, this is the central hub of the campus, right outside the student center. Often you’ll see people sitting out there eating pizza, because there’s one of them nifty Pizza Hut Expresses inside Ð swipe a card, walk away with a personal pan pizza (as if you needed any more evidence of America’s increasing trend toward obesity).
So college life is great, except when it’s raining outside and you have to walk from Swann to Howey in 10 minutes. But, once again, that’s not me Ð just another experience of someone else. I did, however, forget my iPod today, which is almost as bad as being completely soaked…
