I really need to scream. I really need to hit something. I really need to beat something up and then cry and scream and wail reeeeaally bad.
I hates them all, nasty little adminses. They took it from us, from ME, my precious...
For three years I have looked at this one dorm... and dreamt. And waited. And hoped, and waited, and crossed my fingers, and held my tounge, and waited. Because at the end of the line, my senior year in college, I was going to get out of the cinder block coffin-cells they try to call "dorms" and live... in Gregson. Two more feet on both dimensions (12x14 instead of 10x12 or 9x10), carpet in the rooms, in the hallways, real doors on the closets, nicer showers and bathrooms, it's a quieter dorm, smaller population, better climate control.... I was going to go there. And live. My senior year.
For this next part, forgive me if I start repeating nouns and adjectives; my list of EQTC-board-acceptable ones is very small.
Do you know what they did? Do you know what they did??? Can you think of the worst, most denigrating possible decision they could possibly impliment, to really screw me over and piss me off?
They made Gregson, my shining jewel among dorms... a freshman only dorm.
The nasty little {goons} are going to get their grubby little germs all over my beautiful dorm. The creepy, innocent, spoiled, naive, "drop after first year" freshman are going to be living in MY DORM! MINE! That I WAITED FOR! PATIENTLY! For three god **** years!! Without even complaining that much!! "Freshman experience" my **** ass.
Do you know what MY 'freshman experience' was? I lived in the dorm that was a fifteen minute walk to the edge of campus, then a further ten to the building with all my classes. The cafeteria was that far away too. I walked in the heat, in the cold, in the rain, in the cold rain, in the snow, in the ice, in the sleet, and once in mild hail. I DEALT with wet feet in wet socks in wet boots for 3 hours in class, then the 20 minute walk BACK to the dorm where I lost feeling in my toes. I got sick, and walked. I lived in a 9x10 cinderblock room with my keyboard on my lap because the shelves were too low for computer monitors to fit under, and the desk was too small to fit everything on. I dealt with the wrist pain. I dealt with the showers and the sinks. I dealt with the girls that liked to keep their boyfriends overnight. That was MY god**** 'freshman experience'.
And now they want to give... MY ROOM... to my indescribable little brother. MY BROTHER. Is coming here in the fall. And HE can live in Gregson.
But I cannot.
I will be told: "There are other dorms. The cinder block you've lived in for two years already for example, or the brand new 'Northwest Quad' that is once again a ten minute walk to campus and then another eight to classes. It's new! You get your own nine by eight room with a window smaller than the width of a twin bed, all to yourself (and the three other people (and their significant others) in your suite)."
I am so unbelievably livid. I am crying. The {people of illegitimate birth}, the unbelievable ... AAA! I hate them all! Do I not pay them enough fing money?? Do they really have their heads so far up their asses that they can't figure out why it's so dark??
Do you see why I hate reality?? {DARN} MORONS! All of them! You get in an administrative position with power over people's lives and your IQ decreases by half every year! There must be some Secret Student Screwing Committee that meets in dark rooms and tries to make me cry. Why the **** hell do I think that life is going to get any BETTER when I get out! What is the point of trying to fight all these dense idiots with their titles and their salaries (which /we/ pay, tyvmkthxdie) only to get beat with a Rusty Two Handed Axe no matter which way I turn? Why would I want to continue walking this path if it will never get any better? What's the point?? WHY BOTHER?
I hate them all. Liars, thieves, cheats, lie again to try to cover it up. Pay the football coach a million a year, the english department is low on staples, and I can't live in Gregson.
-- Sanna
/crying
waiting for the day when I just don't wake up again.
I hate, hate, hate, hate them all....
{edit: *blink* While I can clearly see that you made an heroic effort to keep it clean, I’ve made a few substitutions, as you were upset and missed some. *HUGS* and feel better soon, ~Maeve}
I hates them all, nasty little adminses. They took it from us, from ME, my precious...
For three years I have looked at this one dorm... and dreamt. And waited. And hoped, and waited, and crossed my fingers, and held my tounge, and waited. Because at the end of the line, my senior year in college, I was going to get out of the cinder block coffin-cells they try to call "dorms" and live... in Gregson. Two more feet on both dimensions (12x14 instead of 10x12 or 9x10), carpet in the rooms, in the hallways, real doors on the closets, nicer showers and bathrooms, it's a quieter dorm, smaller population, better climate control.... I was going to go there. And live. My senior year.
For this next part, forgive me if I start repeating nouns and adjectives; my list of EQTC-board-acceptable ones is very small.
Do you know what they did? Do you know what they did??? Can you think of the worst, most denigrating possible decision they could possibly impliment, to really screw me over and piss me off?
They made Gregson, my shining jewel among dorms... a freshman only dorm.
The nasty little {goons} are going to get their grubby little germs all over my beautiful dorm. The creepy, innocent, spoiled, naive, "drop after first year" freshman are going to be living in MY DORM! MINE! That I WAITED FOR! PATIENTLY! For three god **** years!! Without even complaining that much!! "Freshman experience" my **** ass.
Do you know what MY 'freshman experience' was? I lived in the dorm that was a fifteen minute walk to the edge of campus, then a further ten to the building with all my classes. The cafeteria was that far away too. I walked in the heat, in the cold, in the rain, in the cold rain, in the snow, in the ice, in the sleet, and once in mild hail. I DEALT with wet feet in wet socks in wet boots for 3 hours in class, then the 20 minute walk BACK to the dorm where I lost feeling in my toes. I got sick, and walked. I lived in a 9x10 cinderblock room with my keyboard on my lap because the shelves were too low for computer monitors to fit under, and the desk was too small to fit everything on. I dealt with the wrist pain. I dealt with the showers and the sinks. I dealt with the girls that liked to keep their boyfriends overnight. That was MY god**** 'freshman experience'.
And now they want to give... MY ROOM... to my indescribable little brother. MY BROTHER. Is coming here in the fall. And HE can live in Gregson.
But I cannot.
I will be told: "There are other dorms. The cinder block you've lived in for two years already for example, or the brand new 'Northwest Quad' that is once again a ten minute walk to campus and then another eight to classes. It's new! You get your own nine by eight room with a window smaller than the width of a twin bed, all to yourself (and the three other people (and their significant others) in your suite)."
I am so unbelievably livid. I am crying. The {people of illegitimate birth}, the unbelievable ... AAA! I hate them all! Do I not pay them enough fing money?? Do they really have their heads so far up their asses that they can't figure out why it's so dark??
Do you see why I hate reality?? {DARN} MORONS! All of them! You get in an administrative position with power over people's lives and your IQ decreases by half every year! There must be some Secret Student Screwing Committee that meets in dark rooms and tries to make me cry. Why the **** hell do I think that life is going to get any BETTER when I get out! What is the point of trying to fight all these dense idiots with their titles and their salaries (which /we/ pay, tyvmkthxdie) only to get beat with a Rusty Two Handed Axe no matter which way I turn? Why would I want to continue walking this path if it will never get any better? What's the point?? WHY BOTHER?
I hate them all. Liars, thieves, cheats, lie again to try to cover it up. Pay the football coach a million a year, the english department is low on staples, and I can't live in Gregson.
-- Sanna
/crying
waiting for the day when I just don't wake up again.
I hate, hate, hate, hate them all....
{edit: *blink* While I can clearly see that you made an heroic effort to keep it clean, I’ve made a few substitutions, as you were upset and missed some. *HUGS* and feel better soon, ~Maeve}

It always seems especially cruel when the freshman get the wonderfully nice and perfect dorm when you (and all your friends) had to deal with evil pits for the first year or more.

). Our hamper was...the floor, lol. We used the rafters of the tent to hang our towels and our belts and anything else we wanted to hang. Atleast youll have 4 solid walls. We didnt have 1 solid wall.
Installation did cost us 50 bucks...
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