Can You Say Snow?
So, we've had four snow days in the past month. As far as I can tell you, that's a university record. To be honest, today was the only one that I felt was entirely justified, and the only one that I used productively. During the other three snow days, I did a lot of sleeping and sitting in front of my computer playing games, and not a whole lot else. Today I got up early, washed my sheets (more on that later), went to the gym, and went in to work early to make up for all the call-offs. Now I'm finishing up the rest of my laundry and considering going to Wal-Mart (but only if the snow is done because I'm not cleaning off my car just for it to get covered again).
Okay, so I mentioned above there would be more on why I had to wash my sheets. My roommate has been seeing this girl for a couple of weeks now, and last night they went out drinking together (as far as I know, neither is 21 yet). Well, the only reason I know they were drinking is because when I got back to my room after working on my geometry partner project with Lauren she was lying on his bed and he was not letting her go back to her room. That in itself, though, wasn't enough to let me know that she was completely hammered. What tipped me off, though, was the vomit. I had just curled up in bed when I heard her vomit, and felt some hit my leg. On a side note, I'm already mad about the bed situation because my roommate brought his drum set this semester and now his bed is up against the back wall, with the head of his bed right next to the foot of mine. So when she threw up, she had no where to spew but right over the side of his bed, and right onto mine. Wonderful. I was disgusted, afraid I was going to join her in throwing up, and downright pissed off. I jumped out of bed and left the room for a walk around the building so that I didn't start yelling. I came back to the room long enough to strip my sheets from my bed and grab my shower stuff. When I returned after my shower, she was crying, presumably because I embarrassed her, and the room smelled terrible. Without sheets to sleep on my bed, and not wanting to live with the smell all night, I left to sleep on the sofa in the lounge. Let me be honest, that was the worst night's sleep I've had in a very long time, and that's saying something. So this morning when I got up, the first thing I did was wash my sheets.
Otherwise, my semester has been fairly uneventful. I've been trudging through my classes, and doing well enough. Someone stole one of my text books last week, and now I have no book to read to prepare me for the midterm I have coming up on Wednesday...At least my friend Nichole has a book that I can borrow this weekend to catch up on the three chapters that I was trying to read when the book was stolen. Oh, I suppose the story is kind of important. I took the book to work with me on Saturday, since Saturdays are very slow at Manser and my supervisor lets me read when no one is in the food court. Well, when we got busy, I set the book in the cubby behind me, and about half an hour later when I went to grab it I noticed it was gone. I've heard nothing from the campus police, leading me to believe that it was stolen and not just accidentally taken. I just can't figure out why someone would steal a family life text book; it's barely worth $50 and probably not even worth that much because there's a data set that came with the book that I still have.
The only class I am happy to be in is regression analysis, though I'm not entirely sure what we are doing. I didn't get the book until the Wednesday before the one just past (2/16) due to a mix up with the postal service, and I really need to sit down and read through chapter 2 (I did get to read chapter 1 this week) so that I can figure out what we're doing in class. The symbol manipulation is really cool, though, and I've had little trouble with that. However, I don't yet know exactly why we've been manipulating the symbols. Oh well. Our first test is on Wednesday and I'm nervous. Dr. Lienhard's tests are difficult.
Well, I think that's about it. I've got five tests next week (maybe, not sure since we've had all these snow days), and then spring break starts on Friday. I'm going to head over to Meadville Friday night to hang out with Trae, then head home sometime Saturday evening and spend a week away from school. I doubt that week is going to make me feel better about finishing this semester. Oh well. I'm almost done and so ready to be.
Later,
Joshua
Okay, so I mentioned above there would be more on why I had to wash my sheets. My roommate has been seeing this girl for a couple of weeks now, and last night they went out drinking together (as far as I know, neither is 21 yet). Well, the only reason I know they were drinking is because when I got back to my room after working on my geometry partner project with Lauren she was lying on his bed and he was not letting her go back to her room. That in itself, though, wasn't enough to let me know that she was completely hammered. What tipped me off, though, was the vomit. I had just curled up in bed when I heard her vomit, and felt some hit my leg. On a side note, I'm already mad about the bed situation because my roommate brought his drum set this semester and now his bed is up against the back wall, with the head of his bed right next to the foot of mine. So when she threw up, she had no where to spew but right over the side of his bed, and right onto mine. Wonderful. I was disgusted, afraid I was going to join her in throwing up, and downright pissed off. I jumped out of bed and left the room for a walk around the building so that I didn't start yelling. I came back to the room long enough to strip my sheets from my bed and grab my shower stuff. When I returned after my shower, she was crying, presumably because I embarrassed her, and the room smelled terrible. Without sheets to sleep on my bed, and not wanting to live with the smell all night, I left to sleep on the sofa in the lounge. Let me be honest, that was the worst night's sleep I've had in a very long time, and that's saying something. So this morning when I got up, the first thing I did was wash my sheets.
Otherwise, my semester has been fairly uneventful. I've been trudging through my classes, and doing well enough. Someone stole one of my text books last week, and now I have no book to read to prepare me for the midterm I have coming up on Wednesday...At least my friend Nichole has a book that I can borrow this weekend to catch up on the three chapters that I was trying to read when the book was stolen. Oh, I suppose the story is kind of important. I took the book to work with me on Saturday, since Saturdays are very slow at Manser and my supervisor lets me read when no one is in the food court. Well, when we got busy, I set the book in the cubby behind me, and about half an hour later when I went to grab it I noticed it was gone. I've heard nothing from the campus police, leading me to believe that it was stolen and not just accidentally taken. I just can't figure out why someone would steal a family life text book; it's barely worth $50 and probably not even worth that much because there's a data set that came with the book that I still have.
The only class I am happy to be in is regression analysis, though I'm not entirely sure what we are doing. I didn't get the book until the Wednesday before the one just past (2/16) due to a mix up with the postal service, and I really need to sit down and read through chapter 2 (I did get to read chapter 1 this week) so that I can figure out what we're doing in class. The symbol manipulation is really cool, though, and I've had little trouble with that. However, I don't yet know exactly why we've been manipulating the symbols. Oh well. Our first test is on Wednesday and I'm nervous. Dr. Lienhard's tests are difficult.
Well, I think that's about it. I've got five tests next week (maybe, not sure since we've had all these snow days), and then spring break starts on Friday. I'm going to head over to Meadville Friday night to hang out with Trae, then head home sometime Saturday evening and spend a week away from school. I doubt that week is going to make me feel better about finishing this semester. Oh well. I'm almost done and so ready to be.
Later,
Joshua
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