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kleenexwomanMy roommates are weird. Or maybe it is just me that is weird and my roommates are perfectly normal.
There is a music war going on the dorm. Ashley is cranking up her web radio station, which plays a lot of shitty emo rock and Shania Twain. And, for some reason, the Chanukah song. Why the Chanukah song? Why not anything else by Adam Sandler? Why not Denis Leary's "Asshole Song"? I've heard the Chanukah song three times today. Wasn't Sukkot just a couple weeks ago?
Sasha is playing Bob Marley, very loudly. This would not be so much of a problem, since I am closest to her stereo and I like Bob Marley. In small doses. She has been playing this particular Bob Marley album, night and day, for about a week. Continuously.
Now Jessie is playing Christian rock. By this, I do not mean "shitty emo rock that might possibly have Christian overtones", like Creed. I mean, there is a singer singing the lyrics, "Just like Jesus, God's only begotten son, if you accept him, then you will have won!" or something like that.
Oh. Good. She's playing Alanis Morrissette now. I can handle this.
Anyway, I took a nap on the sofa this afternoon. Sasha woke me up, once, to ask me if the red towel in the bathroom was mine. Since I have a very large reddish-orange towel, I assumed that it was what she was talking about and said yes. She then asked me politely to move the towel, as it was hanging on her rack. Ok, not an unreasonable request. She then left for class, and I got up off my lazy ass to move my towel.
My towel was where I had left it, on my towel rack, draped over my small white towels. There was a large, unfamilar, fluffy, reddish-purple towel draped over someone else's towel rack. I assumed this was Sasha's rack.
Satisfied with this explanation, I went back to sleep, making plans to explain the situation to Sasha when I woke up.
When I did in fact wake up, Sasha was in the room, sitting in a chair with my towel wrapped around her. She was explaining to Jessie and Sasha that since I had not moved my towel, she had taken a shower and used my towel. I told her that I'd meant to move it, but I fell back asleep. She offered to wash it, and I said OK.
Then I woke up. Sasha was sitting next to my head, with my towel wrapped around her. I asked her if I'd explained the towel situation to her, and she said no. So I explained it again.
Then I woke up again. Sasha was talking on the phone. She was not wearing my towel. I asked her if I'd explained about the towels, and she said no. So I explained it to her--for the third time, at least in my head.
I'm having dreams about my roommates. This is not a good sign.
(Postscript: It turned out that the towel rack squatter was Ashley. You'd think she'd be more careful about where she puts her towels...)
Last day of library class was yesterday. We had to fill out a class evaluation form.
One of the questions that stood out (because it was actually set off to the side in its own little box), was this: "Did this class make you uncomfortable by challenging your values or beliefs in any way?"
Made me go "Dur..." for a second. Isn't that what a really good college class is supposed to do, make you look at your own beliefs and think about them?
And what if you're in the wrong? One of the lectures we had was about copyright law and plagiarism. What if one of your long-held values was that plagiarism was the right thing to do? That'd be challenging your beliefs.
And, in fact, a couple of my beliefs were challenged during the class (particularly those about music file-sharing programs like Kazaa). We even had a debate about it.
How would one impart that your beliefs were indeed challenged during the class, and that you enjoyed it and were mentally stimulated by it? There's no way to do that.
There is a music war going on the dorm. Ashley is cranking up her web radio station, which plays a lot of shitty emo rock and Shania Twain. And, for some reason, the Chanukah song. Why the Chanukah song? Why not anything else by Adam Sandler? Why not Denis Leary's "Asshole Song"? I've heard the Chanukah song three times today. Wasn't Sukkot just a couple weeks ago?
Sasha is playing Bob Marley, very loudly. This would not be so much of a problem, since I am closest to her stereo and I like Bob Marley. In small doses. She has been playing this particular Bob Marley album, night and day, for about a week. Continuously.
Now Jessie is playing Christian rock. By this, I do not mean "shitty emo rock that might possibly have Christian overtones", like Creed. I mean, there is a singer singing the lyrics, "Just like Jesus, God's only begotten son, if you accept him, then you will have won!" or something like that.
Oh. Good. She's playing Alanis Morrissette now. I can handle this.
Anyway, I took a nap on the sofa this afternoon. Sasha woke me up, once, to ask me if the red towel in the bathroom was mine. Since I have a very large reddish-orange towel, I assumed that it was what she was talking about and said yes. She then asked me politely to move the towel, as it was hanging on her rack. Ok, not an unreasonable request. She then left for class, and I got up off my lazy ass to move my towel.
My towel was where I had left it, on my towel rack, draped over my small white towels. There was a large, unfamilar, fluffy, reddish-purple towel draped over someone else's towel rack. I assumed this was Sasha's rack.
Satisfied with this explanation, I went back to sleep, making plans to explain the situation to Sasha when I woke up.
When I did in fact wake up, Sasha was in the room, sitting in a chair with my towel wrapped around her. She was explaining to Jessie and Sasha that since I had not moved my towel, she had taken a shower and used my towel. I told her that I'd meant to move it, but I fell back asleep. She offered to wash it, and I said OK.
Then I woke up. Sasha was sitting next to my head, with my towel wrapped around her. I asked her if I'd explained the towel situation to her, and she said no. So I explained it again.
Then I woke up again. Sasha was talking on the phone. She was not wearing my towel. I asked her if I'd explained about the towels, and she said no. So I explained it to her--for the third time, at least in my head.
I'm having dreams about my roommates. This is not a good sign.
(Postscript: It turned out that the towel rack squatter was Ashley. You'd think she'd be more careful about where she puts her towels...)
Last day of library class was yesterday. We had to fill out a class evaluation form.
One of the questions that stood out (because it was actually set off to the side in its own little box), was this: "Did this class make you uncomfortable by challenging your values or beliefs in any way?"
Made me go "Dur..." for a second. Isn't that what a really good college class is supposed to do, make you look at your own beliefs and think about them?
And what if you're in the wrong? One of the lectures we had was about copyright law and plagiarism. What if one of your long-held values was that plagiarism was the right thing to do? That'd be challenging your beliefs.
And, in fact, a couple of my beliefs were challenged during the class (particularly those about music file-sharing programs like Kazaa). We even had a debate about it.
How would one impart that your beliefs were indeed challenged during the class, and that you enjoyed it and were mentally stimulated by it? There's no way to do that.
