Anyway, over the time that I wasn't able to access this, I went on somewhat of an "adventure," per say. Twas to a college, my college of choice, for their "freshmen orientation" of sorts. A day where you stay over in one of the dorms, meet others, and sign up for classes all while getting a feel for the school. This trip, sounding amusing, was... ehh to me.
Taking into account I'm a misanthrope (use a dictionary people), I did attempt to chat with others and make friends. What that got me was... ehh.
Bright side: I met 4 nice people.
Dark side: I met loads of people who blatantly stated they wanted to stay away from me, as far as possible.
So, from the beginning!
I got there, got my room key and headed up, my mom tagging along to explore the place (which, according to the people's looks, was taboo), and started to set up the bed in the heating up little room (twas 7am). Minutes later, my almost roommate comes in. I say hi, act nice, and tell her my name while attempting to get the sheet on the bed. She tells me her name, puts down her stuff, and does the same. I finish before her and head back to the starting room, then to the student center and a ballroom. That would be the single and only time I ever saw her.
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| Ellooooooo.... do you like beeeeeeesss? |
Eventually the time came where they were explaining things to students only, no parents around, and we got to ask questions about the dorms and such. One of the first questions came from a girl a few seats down from me. It was, "Do they have lights?"
Do the dorms have lights you ask? Why, no! We expect you to go by torchlight! Better bring your burnable sticks!
Yes. Of course they have lights. Literally almost face palmed.
So, by then, I learned there were quite a large amount of idiots and quite a large amount of superficial people around me. Sadly, most of those who were not were trying to impress those who were. And the lyrics to High School Never Ends By Bowling For Soup enter my head.
Later on, after I've met a few nice people and the quite boring day ends with a not so boring speaker and a fairly amusing group chat time, I head back up to my room. When I get in, lo and behold, the bed is missing!
At first I was concerned. Did someone steal the bed? Then I thought that was preposterous, and found a note, written by the roommate I saw for no more than fifteen seconds. She'd gone to room with her two friends and took the bed. That was the note. I thought it was nice that she remembered my name, until I remembered I had left my name tag lanyard in the room (due to the impossibly outrageous annoyance it was giving me) underneath my towels. It was now on top of them, my scribbled name up. Well, at least you looked.
I wrote a nice little reply to the author that she'll never see, but housekeeping will. <3
I then spent the night alone in the now chilly little room, chatting with Frost until 11 and then attempting to sleep when being abruptly awakened by loud chatting in the hallway (everyone was supposed to be silent by 10:30) and threatened to beat them with a chair if they didn't go to sleep.
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| Yes, a chair much like this would have been penetrating their braincase. If nothing was found inside, it would smash their face to bits. |
This next part left me speechless.
I walked up to some people who just got out of line and were looking for a table to sit at. I asked the child where she dropped her meal card. She stared at me, looked me up at down, and looked genuinely disgusted and confused. Her mother, who had done the same look, grabbed her daughter by the arm and tugged her away from me.
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| Oooooooooo~! Scaaaaaarrrryyy! D:) |
The sweater was part of my individuality. And it scared them the heck away. 'd brushed my hair, gotten a shower the night before, and put deoderint on, so it wasn't like I was disgusting. I saw that woman's face though, she was disgusted I talked to her daughter.
So I stood there in disbelief for a bit before the cashier, who had apparently seen that, took my meal card thing and offered a sympathetic smile.
Later, we were separated from parents once again and sent to sign up for classes. My appointment was at 10 and I got to go with the first group, those who had ones at 9, 9:30, and 10. We sat in a little room, Animal Planet on TV, and waited.
I waited in that room for two hours.
For two stupid and easily fixable reasons.
A few of our group of people went in, until it was six of us left. Two were called in, and there were then four. By then it had been an hour.
And then the next group of people joined us, minutes later.
I hadn't noticed how quickly time was passing. It was already 10:30. If the four of our appointments were at 10, why hadn't they happened?
We asked and were given this explanation which was perfectly valid at the time: Each person has their own individual counselor to meet with. Some meetings take longer than others so you just have to be patient.
Half of us sighing, we reluctantly continued to wait as one of the other groups kids was immediately called in. Two from ours left. Two from theirs were called in. This kept going on until almost 11.
Then my name was called. But there was a problem. Another girl stood up. Seeing the repetition of a pattern of the four of us still motionless, I didn't ask which and just let the other one go, assuming it wasn't me.
It was.
Eventually the next of my name was called and I went back with slight suspicion. I sat down, looked at the folder and the computer, and immediately noticed it wasn't me. I inwardly sighed at that point and put an impatient smile on my face as the woman explained what was going to happen to the me that wasn't me.
When she stopped, I explained that wasn't me and that another of my name had been called back, who was probably signing up for the classes I was to take. In fact, there were three of us. The woman left, found the other girl, and got things switched. In the meantime, I was sent back out into the waiting room.
Upon my return my three other waiting mates were still there and noticed me, questioning why I was back out waiting. I explained what had happened and then the best part of this happened.
I'm sure you're probably thinking the same thing. "You'd think they'd check the last name or something if they had more than one of them."
That's exactly what a dimwitted dull brained boy said, a boy who had been obsessing over the heat getting to his hair and impressing the superficial girls. A boy with as little brain cells as a caveman was smart enough to say that. Smart enough to think of something a COLLEGE was unable to.
Seriously?
No really, seriously?!
Another good part, a woman came into the room to talk to the secretary and the secretary explained what had just happened and the woman goes, "Oh that's so unprofessional!" Why thank you! Now go tell them that!!
Eventually I got recalled back, by the same woman who had called the other by my name. Now this struck me. Earlier it had been explained that they couldn't switch people around because they were on a strict schedule. But they make a mess up, and now they can switch things?
Bullshit.
Now, really, I didn't even bother to ask about that. I just wanted to get this done. Seconds after I sat down and got a somewhat different gist from a now green folder with my name, I heard the other three of those left get called in. By this time there were about 5 left from the new group. Our 10 o'clock appointment became one at 11, for no good reason.
So I got my almost schedule (2 of the 6 classes are set, 4 are subject to change) and left in, I swear, under 7 minutes. What was so hard about this was beyond me. I was just happy to get out of there. Soon enough the others were free as well, quicker than quick. If that's their way of making the sign up for classes thing quick, it's... ship.
So! Now I went to register for the classes I may or may not be taking, and got to be with the guy of lacking knowledge and lacking enthusiasm. All he did was tell me what to do. He put my shyness to shame. He did look bored out of his mind and sick of what he was doing though. I was stuck with the most helpful man on the planet. Not.
After that I was out of there. I found my mom, bought a book I have to read over the summer, and was gone. Eventually went to explore the small town the college is located next to and met up with my... cousin I guess, also a graduate of the college, and her small child. She then explained to me that 10% of the people there are absolute morons ("Are there lights?") 55% are just stupid, and the rest are okay.
Out of the two days I was stuck with those people, I met 4 of "the rest." Four.
Oh well, I just keep telling myself it'll be better once I've got my classes set and have that learning community I'm a part of and a roommate who hopefully won't drag her entire bed out of the room to go room with her two friends.
And I'm a happy person, believe me (or ask Frost), so this much rage is never good. This is why I'm a drummer. Drumming releases rage quite well.
Bright side: I met 4 good people. I got to know the campus a little better. I... uhh... found out where the food places were. I explored the city. I got some things I needed, like an ID. I... saw loads of black squirrels? I think that's a good thing.
Far more dark side things, but whatever. Life goes on!
Also, Frost, you're going Kayaking. It will be part of RFAP's Outside Adventures! We will have much fun. Videos up soon hopefully. As soon as camera is gained by myself.
