Chasing Math Tutors and Clubbing 10/5/2001
It's 8:42 am and Blondie just left. Not to sound like a bitch, but I'm glad. It was getting way too cramped in here. Linda is spending the night at Seth's house, so for now I have a single room.
Linda's pissed at me. One of my friends that I met at my Carnegie Mellon University summer program, Di, called me last night. It was so odd to her her voice. We haven't spoken in a year; we usually talk over IM's. She wanted to know if she could stay a night at my dorm because she needs to do something at Syracuse Hospital. It's a project or something. She has to be there at nine in the morning, and instead of taking an hour an a half bus ride that morning, she figured it would be easier to stay overnight in Syracuse. I asked Linda if Di could stay and Linda sighs and says, "Fine. I'll stay in Seth's room." I said, "Linda I am not kicking you out of your room. I'm a good roommate. I'll take the floor, Di can have my bed, and no-one will bother you." She just shakes her head. Ok fine...
I was talking to Di on the phone and was complaining about Syracuse. I love Erin, Helen, and Dionne--they're very nice people. However, this school is disorganized. For two weeks I've been trying to get a math tutor. I wrote to three professors and only one wrote back. I wrote that professor a second e-mail THREE DAYS AGO asking him when we should meet and he never wrote back. Now I have to go to the math department and see if they will give me his office hours so I can harrass him in person. It's just very annoying and things like this make me want to switch out.
Di was telling me how she and her friends go bar-hopping. In Syracuse, they card hardcore so you basically can't drink unless you're really 21. The only other option is frat parties which suck here. Bad remixes of pop music play while everyone just stands around and drinks beer. If you;re lucky they may serve jello shots.
Linda says irritatedly, "You know Artist, maybe some people think frat parties are fun. I'm sick and tired of lsitening to you bash this school." What?! First off, the only time I complain about this school is when I'm talking alone with my parents in the hallway underneath the stairwell, or when I'm writing in here. Second, I have every right to complain. My advisor sucked and told me I couldn't take art classes when I could, told me I couldn't drop Calculus to take precalculus when I could and told me I had to take biology, chemistry, and calculus at the same time when I didn't have to. I have to literally hunt down a math tutor and my chenistry professor makes up tests that not even my TA understands. I'm really sorry Linda, but not everyting fell into place for me perfectly like it did for you. Yeah...anyway, so Di is coming up on Sunday night and is leaving Monday morning.
Me, Helen, Blondie, and Erin went clubbing last night. It was cool. Better than last time. Boys my age actually hit on me this time, although two thirty-year olds offered to buy me and Helen drinks, I'll talk about that later though. I need to sleep a little before I go off to class.
Phobia of the Day: Xyrophobia-Fear of razors
Until later
Artist
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