Its Thursday…

Which according to the girl at the desk is the night that the kids tend to go crazy around here.  I did have to laugh.  I came back from the coffeehouse and had brought food in for the residents courtsy of the Dean of Students.  She gave me grief about where am I going, because appearantly I do not have the hall letter on my id.  Omay why didn’t anyone tell me this a few days ago?  I’ve only been living here since the weekend.  I was like umm I live here?  Something else to do later I guess.  see the residence director.  (Later cuz its 1 in the effin morning.)  Oh, did I mention I have an 8 am class?  Yeah, I am not thrilled right now.

I talked to the Dean of Students about the Senate.  He suggested I talk to the Vice President of Student Affairs.  Uh, oh.  This is starting to scare me.  He told me somethings that well I am not going to air even here but its not all roses.  Its the sort of thing that makes students pay attention.  It makes me, as a former senator, go umm things are a little messed up here.  He told me to call his office before going to the Senate and that I really should talk to the Vice President before making up my mind. 

Coffee House was cool in that it got me out of the Residence Hall.  It blew in that I dumped hot water on my arm and I did not realize I actually got burned badly.  I have big ass blisters on my arm now.  Looks like a trip to health services tomorrow.  Great.

Okay and I am not sure whats going on next dorr.  Squeaky bed (sex already?) or a video game.  But its loud.

Shit.  If its going to be like this every week maybe moving to the other campus is something I should really be looking forward to,