So school has started again and I should be happy that it's my last year and in 10 months I will never
have to cram for finals or pull all-nighters to finish papers, but then I also have no idea what I'm going to do
after I graduate, a notion that always sends me into a panicky pre-anxiety attack sweat... but that's a whole other
rant... Anywho every year I try to see if there's anything different about school albeit cute guys, new food stands, etc. Here's
what I discovered (hey maybe I have a future in research):
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| One. The number of new colleges on campus. Apparently my school has a "pack 'em in" mantra where more students means more money... |
| Zero. Additional residence halls to house said new college. |
| Three. Construction sites on campus complete with impromptu fences, cranes, bulldozers, dirt, dust and plenty of ass-crack. |
| Seven. Feet between biggest lecture hall and above impromptu fence. |
| Five Hundred. Students trying to leave above lecture hall. |
| Five Hundred. Students trying to enter said lecture hall. |
| Five. Less minutes to get from class to class. |
| Five. Miles around campus when travelling via "Campus Loop Drive." |
| Six. Additional "smell areas" on campus ranging from Sickly Cinnamon to Fresh Vomit. I had just spent the past three years figuring out
the most olfactory-friendly route to class and it's all shot to hell now! |
| Eight. Number of times my elbow nearly got taken off while fighting the hordes on my way to class. I go to a school where people are as tall
as their surfboards and yes, they all own one. |
| Eight. The time of my earliest class. This is AM folks. What happened to my "nothing before noon" or at least 10 AM rule? |
| Twenty-one. Dollar increase in quarterly parking permit. |
| Seventeen. Near misses of getting hit by careless drivers not deterred by parking permit hike. |
| Eighty-seven. Mandatory fee for the recreation center. |
| Two. Estimated number of times I will visit said rec center, and that's being ambitious. |
| Thirty-four. Washington Mutual customers wanting to use the ATM machine. |
| Nine. People in line at the post office. |
| Two. Freshman waiting in line at the post office wanting to pick up their Dell packages. |
| One and a quarter. Estimated miles from the post office to "mail services" where they will find their Dell packages. Oh to be a freshman again... |
| Sixty-two. Days before the quarter is over. |
written by christina |
