Inside My Head 1/31/2002
A lot of things have happened since I've been back at school. I got a job in the Preservation Department in my on-campus library. Basically, I take apart books in disrepair and put them back together again nice and pretty. It's a small artistic outlet for me, but the tasks are pretty easy and my bosses are grandmotherly-type women, which is good. I get paid six bucks an hour tax free, six hours a week. I still haven't gotten a friggin paycheck though. Peg, one of my bosses, told me it should be here next week and will be a cumulative check. I've been working here for a month and have yet to get paid.
I'm taking nineteen credits this semester, which is something I will never reeat during my college career. I have a horrible habit of competing with Helen, who is also taking nineteen credits and is working ten hours a week. I have a bad habit of trying to compete with Helen. She's a lot smarter than I am and is better equipped of handling the work. So far, my calculus class is kicking my ass. I tried to get a tutor through the learning center, but she was a moron. She kept saying, "Well, you'll have to ask your professor on this, because I haven't done this math in a long time and I don't remember it." Thanks, twit, then why the hell are you tutoring Calculus I? She took my eight bucks pretty quick though. I e-mailed my TA and I'm starting tutoring sessions with my RA and I go to my professor's office hours when I can.
Chemistry is OK...My prof is a sweetheart. It's not hard exactly, but its a lot of studying, which I don't always have time for.
I've recently discovered that art history is one of the hardest classes to take in college. I thought it would be relatively easy, so I took it as an honors class. (Hey, I'm good in art and I'm good in history, so I figured I should be OK). I recently got into the SU honors program and I need to take four honors classes by the end of my sophomore year. They don't offer honors classes in studio art or anthropology and I sure as hell wasn't going to take honors chemistry or calculus. So by the end of this semester, I plan on having at least one ulcer.
I had my RA interview today. My interviewer, Stacy, was the sweetest woman in the world. She was this short plump black woman who put me entirely at ease. For the most part, she tried to keep it as a regular conversation, very informal and laid back. She threw a couple of hypothetical scenarios at me like "Let's say you're an RA and you find some residents drinking and they're underage. What do you do?" Things like that, but it wasn't bad. I think the job is in the bag. She told me straight-out that I interview very well and she's going to highly recommend me. She also let me pick which dorms I wanted to RA in, which very few interviewers did.
I think I may come back to the same area I'm in if I'm an RA. The dorms in Syracuse are set up in pairs; all the dorms are pretty spread out, but each dorm is connceted to another by a tunnel. I'm in an area nicknamed "The Mount." It's on the hishest hill in SU. It's rep is that it's the preppy, snobby, super-party dorms (which these two dorms are). However, they're really big, and much more social than any other dorm. Plus, the RA rooms kick ass. They're some of the only rooms with a private bathroom,which is a major plus.
If I can't get back onto the Mount, I'd go to B/B, "the Ghetto" or, Brewster/Boland dorms. They're the farthest away on campus, pretty quiet, kick-ass dining hall, and from what I've heard, the people are pretty close. So we'll see.
I went to Rush tonight and my first party is tomorrow.
I'm pretty stressed about that, but that's another diary entry in and of itself. I'm treating Syracuse as if I will be here for the next four years. I have a really good chance of being rejected to Binghamton and Rochester because I got a 3.28 last semester. My C in math killed me, because I had an A in everything else. Zubieta gave me a B, which is better than most people in my lecture hall. Out of 100+ kids, only eight got A's. Yeah...Guess I'll write more tomorrow bvecause this isn't even the half of what's going on inside my head
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