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First Impressions

I know I’m not supposed to be blogging for a week or so, but I really had to talk about this somewhere. So I just moved into the dorms and tonight is my first night sleeping in them. I opted out of taking a shower at the hotel where my mom is tonight (she drives home tomorrow morning) because, as I said, “I have to get used to communal showers sometime.”

I’ve lived in dorms for periods of time before. I can do communal bathrooms. No biggie. But apparently, my college doesn’t believe in privacy, or even simple conveniences. Which kind of sucks.

You know how showers have the shower part of them, then that little room right outside where you can change and keep your stuff dry? Yeah, Pacific University doesn’t have that. So you have to pile your clothes outside of the shower, in addition to all of your other crap besides soap (which they have a place for in the actual shower), and then awkwardly reach around the curtain to retrieve them as needed.

This is not gonna work out very well. It was awkward when I was alone in the bathroom. I’m a little bit afraid of what will happen when there are fifteen other girls.

Also, my room is about as far away from the girl’s bathroom as possible. Seriously, I have to walk halfway around the building. I might just start using the boy’s bathroom.

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Just a humble bonus post

I don’t feel like working on Eugenia today. I’m just not in the mood. I’m feeling tired and introspective.

I was thinking the other day about a question religious people like to ask me when they find out I’m agnostic. “What makes life worth living?” It’s kind of a weird question, because honestly, what isn’t worth living? But I thought I’d make a decently comprehensive list anyways. Continue reading “Just a humble bonus post”

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A rant of poetic proportions

Hello, college

Why yes, I would

love

to major in creative writing.

But what?

You have no freshman classes for me?

That’s fine, I’ll just take a-

Wait. What do you mean,

you don’t have any freshman english classes?

None?

I could understand no creative writing

I have to earn that.

But none at all?

None?

Zero?

That word strikes fear into my heart

Like Chase the creeper velociraptor

(thanks Chad).

But thank you,

college,

for offering ultimate frisbee as a class.

There may be space in my heart

to forgive you.