Back again for more (Glutton for punnishment?)
So here I am, sitting at my nice new desk in my nice new room wearing about a gallon of sweat now that I'm back inside where it's not freezing. I had a great run. It was probably only a mile - mile & 1/2, but I had a great stride, I was on my toes... I was RUNNING not just jogging around. Plus my calf was really tight this morning when I woke up, and part of me was like... let's just skip today. So I just said out loud "YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" and so I went. Felt good to want to go. And then running got my circulation going and now my leg is happy. Hah!
I moved in to my new room yesterday with the help of my parents, Karla, Jon (another RA who was here for the summer), and my Baby toting RD; Emily.
It took forever, but we finally got everything into the truckbed. Except for a few thing that I didn't bring because there just wasn't enough space for papers that had to stay flat and my cool canopy thing I built. The ride was uncomfortable and nerve wracking.
So we get here, and we're all excited now. At least I'm no longer hiding my face in my hands. We go up to the door and I call Emily to let her know we're here, and she comes out with my keys and forms and stuff. And she gives me some bad news,
THE ELEVATOR ON MY SIDE IS BROKEN.
You see, Hawley-Buxton is half of the quad, which is a big square ring. Each of the four corners is a dorm. Hawley-Buxton is one, poling another, and cauthorn the last. In the middle is a great courtyard. So in order to get my stuff to my room (which is three doors away from the elevator on my side) we have to go a dorm and a half away to use that elevator and haul everything back to my room.
I get up there, and there's Emily again.
"Guess what, the cleaning crews didn't do what they were supposed to, so your floor isn't swept and one of the beds is broken."
So she goes to get a broom and tools and I take the stuff to my room.
No biggie, I always have dust anyhow. I am not very good at that whole thing. Also, I only wanted the one bed, so that was fine... it was just funny and inconvenient.
But I got all my amazing ammounts of stuff (And NO, 'Stuff' is not a euphemism for crap in this case, I have a use for EVERYTHING) :P
But that was cool, my room is a mess because nothing is put away yet except for my clothes. But I'll do that after I wash all this sweat off.
I had some trouble falling asleep, but I settled down ok. I have one of those cool european style windows. But unfortunately, the food center loading zone is RIGHT outside my window. It woke me up this morning at 6. But my favorite thing, is that when I CLOSE the window... it's REALLY quiet. Soooo happpy.
Anyhow, feel free to call me or whatever. Y'all know my cell 503-515-5080
Hey wisps
I moved in to my new room yesterday with the help of my parents, Karla, Jon (another RA who was here for the summer), and my Baby toting RD; Emily.
It took forever, but we finally got everything into the truckbed. Except for a few thing that I didn't bring because there just wasn't enough space for papers that had to stay flat and my cool canopy thing I built. The ride was uncomfortable and nerve wracking.
So we get here, and we're all excited now. At least I'm no longer hiding my face in my hands. We go up to the door and I call Emily to let her know we're here, and she comes out with my keys and forms and stuff. And she gives me some bad news,
THE ELEVATOR ON MY SIDE IS BROKEN.
You see, Hawley-Buxton is half of the quad, which is a big square ring. Each of the four corners is a dorm. Hawley-Buxton is one, poling another, and cauthorn the last. In the middle is a great courtyard. So in order to get my stuff to my room (which is three doors away from the elevator on my side) we have to go a dorm and a half away to use that elevator and haul everything back to my room.
I get up there, and there's Emily again.
"Guess what, the cleaning crews didn't do what they were supposed to, so your floor isn't swept and one of the beds is broken."
So she goes to get a broom and tools and I take the stuff to my room.
No biggie, I always have dust anyhow. I am not very good at that whole thing. Also, I only wanted the one bed, so that was fine... it was just funny and inconvenient.
But I got all my amazing ammounts of stuff (And NO, 'Stuff' is not a euphemism for crap in this case, I have a use for EVERYTHING) :P
But that was cool, my room is a mess because nothing is put away yet except for my clothes. But I'll do that after I wash all this sweat off.
I had some trouble falling asleep, but I settled down ok. I have one of those cool european style windows. But unfortunately, the food center loading zone is RIGHT outside my window. It woke me up this morning at 6. But my favorite thing, is that when I CLOSE the window... it's REALLY quiet. Soooo happpy.
Anyhow, feel free to call me or whatever. Y'all know my cell 503-515-5080
Hey wisps
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