Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Prescision Bike Chucking

Mondays, at least to me, are 24 hours of uncharted territory. The unexpected and the unprecedented. Take yesterday for instance. It began, as always, at 12:00 am, which found me cleaning my room and getting ready for bed. Somewhere between 1 and 2 AM, my mother got the flu (passed on from my sis) which was worrisome because she is the sole means of transportation for my bro and I. I wake up at 6 to offer to drive my bro to his class, offer declined. I wake up at 7, realize I can sleep in, then wake up at 8. Due to an erroneous interpretation of my schedule, I arrive at class an hour early. Most of my day is extremely boring to anyone who is not me, but there were some notable occurances.

  • I left my flash drive in a computer. Again.
  • I realized this an hour later, when I had just settled down in the Writing Lab, which is a great many longitudes away from the lab I left my flash drive in.
  • On cross-campus hike to retrive flash drive, I overhear a pretty funny conversation:

Time: 1:45ish. Place: Supportless bridge over deep gorge.

So yeah, I'm stepping along briskly, and as I am reaching the bridge I begin to catch up to this mis-matched group of guys. There were two jocks, an African American, and a short geeky guy. On the narrow bridge, there was no getting around this Phalanx, so I just kept pace behind them. About halfway across, one could see a bike stuck in a tree, and the guys adopted it as a subject of conversation. From what I could see, they were in dead earnest.

"Haha... Someone chucked a bike in the tree." (scattered chuckles)

"Haha... It's hard to get a bike up there"

"I know, and they have it stuck up there just by the seat!!! That's precision bike chucking!!" (scattered noises and exclamations of admiration)

"Haha, seriously though, they do that every time there's a bike in the ravine. Someone picks it up and throws it in a tree."

"Oh I know... We went down there once, at like 10:30 at night."

"Yeah, it was pretty sweet, but then we lost Johnny. And we were like 'S**T!!! We lost Johnny!!!"

"Yeah, and you were all wearing flip-flops. I was the only smart one, I had traction."

It faded out after this, but that conversation, and the recovery of my flash drive, really made my Monday.

And do you realize that this month marks my blog's first anniversary? No? Well, now you do. Happy Birthday Bloggie! And I know I promised a lot of big thoughts for a first anniversary post, but I'm about drained dry of big thoughts. Bike chucking is more my speed at present. I can appreciate now why brainless humor is so prevelent among college students. There is no brain left to waste on humor.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

A Wednesday in the Life

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And now, a couple of hours later... I have decided to share with you the details of the typical Wednesday in the life of Darselo. Remember that messy paragraph above. I will explain it eventually.
My Wednesday began, as everybody's does, at 12:00 A.M. This unearthly hour found me typing stoically away on my ad analysis. Which, although it doesn't have a intro or a conclusion, came out very well for something I wrote in the subconscious. I must admit to spending as much time on Facebook as on my paper. It's addictive. At 1:00 the creative juices ran dry, and I switched computers to finish and print my Spanish portfolio. Then I remembered that I needed color copies of my ad for my analysis. Printer 2 doesn't work. Computer 1 won't open the document. At 1:30, I give up, and stumble off to bed.

At 7 my faithful alarm clock alerts me that it is seven. I push snooze, and snuggle back in for 10, then 20 minutes more. Then mom yells down at me, and I muscle myself out of bed. By 8, I'm ready to head out to the bus stop.

8:20: It is raining. It has rained on every Wednesday since I started college. This is because it is one of the days when I do the most running- an extension of the VanderBoon rain-bringing curse. Farmers love us- that's how my dad got my mom, I think. Anyway, it's pretty crowded on the bus- always is between 7-9. When the bus heads into the river valley, it's pretty much trucking- a little scary- you can hear the strain on the engine.

8:40-50: The bus dumps us off at Mak, and I hoof it over to Padnos and HH. A quick check of the Facebook, then I finish my Geo assigment for Friday. I then have nothing better to do than plop down on one of the benches and wait for 10:00. The H.H. isn't a bad place to sit around in that early in the morning, if you happen to hit it well inbetweeen the class changing. It's quiet, with a soothing fountain. The benches are okay for the first ten minutes, then you start cramping up. I always start leaning against the pillar with my knees up, then knees down, cross and uncross, then give up and sit normally. By this time, all available bench space (within reasonable personal space limits) has been filled.

10:00- File into the lecture hall, wind myself into the awkward, swiveling lecture hall chairs, and take out clicker and notebook. Clickers are kind of cool- it's like a remote where you choose the answers to questions on a powerpoint. It compiles the answers and shows the percent that chose each answer. Hobbes and Mel enter and plop down next to me. Other than that, the class is pretty boring right now. We're into weather as opposed to biology/history. I was geeking out for a while there though.

11:00- Done with Geo, head to Language Lab to put in my required 50 minutes. Do some Lab Manual work, then watch Spanish movies. Pointless.

11:50- Gather with other people in front of the Algebra classroom. Catch up on who's getting the work, who of all our aspiring nurses/doctors passed yesterday's chemistry exam, and express Tigers pride.

12:00- Begin Algebra class. It's a running sequence of me figuring it out, then explaining it to two or three of the girls around me. They're great people, but that's the downside to being smart.

1:00- FREEDOM. Over to Mak where I do what I can to finish the paper and print everything out. IM TB and Henk, check Facebook. The person next to me holding a cellphone conversation in hushed tones. Very annoying. I looked to see if her comp had one of the "Cell Phones Prohibited" stickers on it, think of the irony, but no, hers was "This is a QUIET lab." It aaaaallmost works as well.

3:00- Kirkhof for lunch. On the way, I stop at the 2020 to ask about color copying. Appantly there is a copy room in the basement. I locate said copy room. They provide a valuable service, and are extrememly nice, but the people in there are crazy. High on something... Toner probably. Whatever it is, I want some. Got my ad copied 4x for $1, then lunch. Finally. The one flaw in my schedule is that I don't really have time to wash my hands before lunch. The fuss with the back pack is more than I like to take on for frivolousness, but when you get a greasy mouse and let your mind wander, you will find it is easy to become a germophobe. My lunch was, as usual, pizza and water. They have pretty good pizza at college- it always sounds good, and I have it two days out of the week. Today I managed to snag a slice that was almost $2.30 size. Pretty big, but all I eat from 8-8... No wonder I've lost 7 pounds.

3:40- Head to LSH and take my bathroom break. Then, with time left on my hands, I decide to see if I can get on the internet on the crappy computers they have lying around in LSH. Yes,you can. So I decide to start a blog post. Enter the messy paragraph. The keyboards are of an old mouseless variety, with a greasy spacebar and a backspace bar the size of a normal letter key. In the space where I am accustomed to hittin the space bar there is the /// key. Most disturbing. The moniter also has issues. It has a bubble distortion or somthing.

3:50- Walk around in circles until I find a staircase. Climb staircase and check the doors. It took a while, but I have learned that the double door entrance leads to the office hallway, and the open entrance leads to the classroom hallway, no matter where you are. Every thing else changes position daily, but not those doors. I've also learned that LSH is the home of Philosophy majors. They probably designed it.

4:00- Writing class. Same old... Read and trash an example paper, then read eachother's papers and critique. Freshmen are more insightful than you would think.

5:50- Exit down nearest stairs, then nearest door. Begin cross campus hike in the rain.

6:00- Enter Spanish class, usually I'm late but today I seem to be on time. Today we basically were just passing time. Divided into new groups- the only non-scary guys are in another group this time. Sniff. They talk about waterskiing, double sniff, since the chick they were talking to didn't waterski. Did group activities, watched Spanish news TV, played game. My team soooo dominated. We had seven, our nearest competition had three.

7:40- FREEEDOM!!!! As I'm waiting for the bus, one of the non-scary guys passes, and initites a few quick observations about the weather. Cold. A balm. Get on bus and read comments on my paper. Some good ideas, and someone appreciated my humor. Even more balm.

10:00- Now, after some supper and etc, I'm here blogging and occasionally glancing at the Tiger's game. Life is good. Sorry, I know this post is less than what I like to think of as my normal decent quality posts, but it's for posterity.

Monday, October 02, 2006

Of Thunderstorms

I have always liked a good thunderstorm. Let us make that clear from the beginning. In summer especially, they have a way of clearing the air and giving the grass some zing. However, they can really mess with your routine if you are in school. I was sleeping peacefully, when all of a sudden I started dreaming that someone was saying, "This is what the Last Day will sound like." Then there was a long, loud and very real crash of rolling thunder. "Great," thought my sub-conscious, and went back to sleep. The storm, however, continued, and when I got up in the morning there it was. And when we left for the bus stop, it was still going at it, with some gorgeous lightning. Some poor innocents got into a tangle on the freeway, so it suddenly got bumper to bumper, and we had to re-adjust our route. I got off the bus in the pouring rain, popped up my umbrella, and straggled over to Padnos. And may I add this sidenote: The tile in Padnos is crazy slippery when wet. You'll be walking along one of the rugs, when all of a sudden you just loose traction. However, it is the stairs that you really need to watch out for. I've been on them three times, and so far the score is stairs: 3 me: 0. Very embarrassing.
Anyways, the storm picks up again during my Geo class, and booms away for the next couple hours. Nature has no pity for the poor blighters without umbrellas, yet another example of natural selection. Those people who have not the mental capacity to carry umbrellas will be killed off by pnemonia, which inevitably will occur when you get drenched and then sit in a 65 degree classroom. But during my Algebra class the storm broke, and now we have sun. It is a true example of CENSORED weather.

Of Thunderstorms

I have always liked a good thunderstorm. Let us make that clear from the beginning. In summer especially, they have a way of clearing the air and giving the grass some zing. However, they can really mess with your routine if you are in school. I was sleeping peacefully, when all of a sudden I started dreaming that someone was saying, "This is what the Last Day will sound like." Then there was a long, loud and very real crash of rolling thunder. "Great," thought my sub-conscious, and went back to sleep. The storm, however, continued, and when I got up in the morning there it was. And when we left for the bus stop, it was still going at it, with some gorgeous lightning. Some poor innocents got into a tangle on the freeway, so it suddenly got bumper to bumper, and we had to re-adjust our route. I got off the bus in the pouring rain, popped up my umbrella, and straggled over to Padnos. And may I add this sidenote: The tile in Padnos is crazy slippery when wet. You'll be walking along one of the rugs, when all of a sudden you just loose traction. However, it is the stairs that you really need to watch out for. I've been on them three times, and so far the score is stairs: 3 me: 0. Very embarrassing.
Anyways, the storm picks up again during my Geo class, and booms away for the next couple hours. Nature has no pity for the poor blighters without umbrellas, yet another example of natural selection. Those people who have not the mental capacity to carry umbrellas will be killed off by pnemonia, which inevitably will occur when you get drenched and then sit in a 65 degree classroom. But during my Algebra class the storm broke, and now we have sun. It is a true example of CENSORED weather.