Jinx 9/1/2002
I tried to write an entry yesterday, but f**king OD wasn't lettting me save the entry. Luckily, I only lost two paragraphs because Andrea had called to ask if I wanted to go to dinner.
Not to jinx my luck, but so far, the opening weekend at Binghamton has definitely got SU's beat. I'm pretty pissed that I've been so lazy with my diary. Even if the rest of the year sucks, this weekend was one of the best I've ever had, and I want to remember it.
Move-in was crazy. We got to campus around 10:30 am but couldn't move into the dorms until about 11. John had to wait with some of my boxes while I moved the rest of the crap into my room. I brought up so much shit that it took three trips to get everything up to my room. The problem was that I live on the third floor, but the elevator only goes to the second. From the second floor you have to walk up about twenty steps up to the third floor. Normally, its not a big deall, but when you're carrying up heavy boxes one at a time it becomes a problem. My RA, Tom, is awesome. He's just a nice, helpful guy, and a cutie too.
Jan had already gotten into the room when I had gotten there. She took the best bed, by the window, so I took the second best bed by the other window. My space is closer to the door, so I have less privacy, but when we rearranged the furniture later, I ended up having the most space out of everyone. It sucked not having my mother there to help me unpack. I know it sounds silly, but its just a nice feeling when your mom is with you when you move in, making your bed and stuff. Anyway, we set up my computer without too much of an ordeal and within three hours, my side of the room was all set up.
I was actually pretty good about crying. Since I was with my brother and my dad, who DO NOT deal well with tears, I kept pretty calm, or tried to act like I was, while they were here. When they left I broke down. Dad offered to take me to lunch with him and John, but I just wanted them to leave. Having them leave is like ripping off a band-aid; you want it over with as soon as you can. So as they were leaving, I just started bawling; couldn't help it. After cleaning up my face in the bathroom, I almost hit a pretty girl walking past the door. I noticed her going towards my room and when she took out her key, I knew it was Jan. I called her name and she turned, giving me a weird look. I explained that I was her roommate and we started making the usual small talk: "How was your trip?" "When did you get here?" Blah blah blah. She seemed nice enough, and her mother was such a sweetie, She acted very much like a protective mother hen, and tried to make me as comfortable as possible.
The floor meeting that night sucked. At the meetng, we played the stupid getting-to-know-you games. So worthless...There are three girls on the floor that I automatically disliked. You know the 'popular' girls in high school who were just drop-dead gorgeous, giggly, Prozac-happy, and made stupid little comments that sent them twittering? Yeah, well, three of them are on my floor. The living community I'm in has the reputaion for being the pot-smoking, laid back, social dorms. (A living community is made up of four or five dorms). Newing is the ultra preppy, snobby, hard-core party community, College-in-the-Woods (CIW) is my community, Dickinson has no social life at all, and Hinman is a mix of Dickinson and CIW. Anyway, the joke on the floor is that the girls were supposed to be Newing girls, but they got lost in the 'Woods.' I dunno, I guess you have to be a Binghamton student to appreciate the joke...
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