Any who. While i was laying down i heard a knock on my door. I'm not really a fan of people knocking on my door. Cause you figure if they are knocking it's because it's an unexpected visit, and in a dorm, at least for me, unexpected visits are not always good.
The last unexpected visit was when two very craptatsic RA's chastised my room. Since then my room is still very "messy" and i don't answer doors anymore. But because the people in this dorm are very persistent, they will slide notes under your door if they can't reach you. I have about 10 pieces of paper that has piled up in corner. Events, Guest Speakers, Yadda.
Last night however i got a note under the door saying that i have not purchased a meal plan for the dorm... which is mandatory to live here. In the spirit of promoting a communal space this dorm requires you to eat in a dinning hall for dinner. Four times out of the week you have to subject---i mean sit among peers and faculty members and have dinner.
This sounds wonderful, if i was totally in to that crap. But I'm not, and i definitely didn't want to fork over any money for food I'm not going to eat. Unfortunately i have no choice in the matter unless i want to be kicked out of the dorm with my cold feet and cute socks.
I had to fork over 140.00 dollars (they pro-rated the normal cost because it is so late in the semester) today and now i have to figure out a way to abide by the rules without sitting uncomfortably in a dining hall scratching my eyes out.
I figure i can just run up to the dinning hall when dinner starts. Slide my card, and then leave. Or grab something small like dessert or a cookie. Munch on it in a corner and then leave. I know this most logical thing to do is eat dinner there (since i am paying for it) and be done with it...but i just don't want to to do that. AT ALL.
F*cking fact checkers who manage to find out that i had not paid the meal plan fee at the beginning of the year. I thought my magical ability to go unnoticed would work, but no...not this time.
I'm going to do a dry run today at 5. See if i can slip by unnoticed. I haven't done the slip in a very long time, i'm a little rusty at it.
Anyway
I think i have royally pissed off Mr. Douchebag. Although our meeting a couple of weeks ago was very successful and pleasant my opinions about him have not changed. He's still boring, his class still sucks, and if i had to make the decision over again i would rather hold him to high fabricated esteem than realize how much of a stinker he is.
I guess after our meeting he thought i would warm up to him more, like the rest of the kids in class. The kids who have shown interest in Creative Writing approach him all the time after class, ask him for recommendations, and talk to him like he's an old friend. Despite that one meeting, i have not done what the other kids have done. I still ignore him, i still pay marginal attention in class, and he will be that last person i would ever ask for a recommendation. I treat him like i did before the meeting because in my mind nothing has changed.However he now gives me this very cute but weird look during class. Almost a pout, snarl, frown mixed with annoyance and disappointment. I at first thought "maybe it's all in my mind", I have a tendency of doing that. But today when we got into our groups to discuss the interview pieces we turned in 2 weeks ago ( I interviewed my Dad about my half-brother. One day I'll explain the story in full detail), i'm starting to think "I may have made him mad"
I wont even get to the fact that The Writer and The Other Dude in My Group didn't even talk about my piece. They just went back and forth talking about how great each others pieces were while i sat scratching my face. If they each didn't mention girls in their previous essay, i would have expected a full on make out session, thats how bad they were going at it.
They threw (handed back) my paper even though we had 15 whole minutes to discuss it (Mr. Douchebag mentioned we could leave as soon as our groups were done, so they totally skipped mine to head out early). When i turned around Mr. Douchebag was standing over my shoulder, and i asked him if we were going to do group work on Friday since we didn't get to my piece
Instead of an answering Douchebag ignored me and started talking to The Writer about possibly publishing a piece in a student run literary journal (because publication looks good when are applying to grad school.)
I just stared at him like "did you just snub me..." and after getting no response the answer was clear.
Maybe i did something wrong. Maybe i should have sent a Thank You email, for helping me out. I don't know. Now i feel kind of mad, pissed,confused all while lacking 140.00 dollars.
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