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There's Not Much Point To This But...
Apr. 24th, 2008 01:03 amJust when I think the internet can no longer truly shock or horrify me, I come across characters being tentacle-raped by alien pie. And all I can do is shake my head and despair.
Apr. 24th, 2008
In Which Campus Is Overrun By Midgets
Apr. 24th, 2008 07:07 pmHOSHIT STRANGE PERSON SLEEPING ON MY FLOOR.
Well okay, I exaggerate. I mean, she isn't sleeping there right /now/, she's down in the lounge with everyone else. But I was not made aware that I had a ProFro for Admit Weekend. Why did I not know this? Not that I object to her per se, she seems quite nice, but I would have liked a bit of advance warning, and I had plans for my weekend that involved quiet and reading and me time and writing this paper I need very badly to finish, and none of those plans included random high school student on my floor. And my roommate has one too, so that makes two random strange high school students on our messy and normally invisible floor.
Admit Weekend is much different seen from this direction, which I'm sure surprises no one. The profros are so tiny and adorable! All wide-eyed and intimidated, and OMGWE'REATSTANFORDYAY (which I remember very well). And some of them are very annoying because they have that overeager overachiever upper-middle-class thing where they're trying to impress everyone by bragging about how many Ivy League colleges they applied to (why does anyone need to apply to 11 colleges? Honestly?) and asking the kind of inane questions that show they haven't figured out how many times they will change their major once they actually get here and realize they don't /actually/ want to double major in Complicated Scary Math and Nuclear Astrophysics for Extra-Smart People with a minor in Biomedical-Mechanical-Chemical-Electrical-Super Engineering and a possibility of going either pre-med or pre-law. (You laugh, but you haven't met our profros) They are not well-grounded in reality, is my point, and still think they're smart, poor things. And we were all in the same position last year, I know, but still I find it funny if a bit sad. Presumably I will have a similar attitude next year to the tiny misguided frosh...
On the bright side, I was glad for the first time today that I no longer have my bike, because I would not have liked to try to navigate the mess that is the Plaza while all these tiny confused people are running around everywhere. It was a madhouse when I was through there this afternoon, and on my bike I would definitely have killed someone.
Well okay, I exaggerate. I mean, she isn't sleeping there right /now/, she's down in the lounge with everyone else. But I was not made aware that I had a ProFro for Admit Weekend. Why did I not know this? Not that I object to her per se, she seems quite nice, but I would have liked a bit of advance warning, and I had plans for my weekend that involved quiet and reading and me time and writing this paper I need very badly to finish, and none of those plans included random high school student on my floor. And my roommate has one too, so that makes two random strange high school students on our messy and normally invisible floor.
Admit Weekend is much different seen from this direction, which I'm sure surprises no one. The profros are so tiny and adorable! All wide-eyed and intimidated, and OMGWE'REATSTANFORDYAY (which I remember very well). And some of them are very annoying because they have that overeager overachiever upper-middle-class thing where they're trying to impress everyone by bragging about how many Ivy League colleges they applied to (why does anyone need to apply to 11 colleges? Honestly?) and asking the kind of inane questions that show they haven't figured out how many times they will change their major once they actually get here and realize they don't /actually/ want to double major in Complicated Scary Math and Nuclear Astrophysics for Extra-Smart People with a minor in Biomedical-Mechanical-Chemical-Electrical-Super Engineering and a possibility of going either pre-med or pre-law. (You laugh, but you haven't met our profros) They are not well-grounded in reality, is my point, and still think they're smart, poor things. And we were all in the same position last year, I know, but still I find it funny if a bit sad. Presumably I will have a similar attitude next year to the tiny misguided frosh...
On the bright side, I was glad for the first time today that I no longer have my bike, because I would not have liked to try to navigate the mess that is the Plaza while all these tiny confused people are running around everywhere. It was a madhouse when I was through there this afternoon, and on my bike I would definitely have killed someone.