So today, after taking a completely demoralizing midterm (Phys 23 w00t!), I arrive back at the dorm with the dorm speakers blaring music (a bit unusual for this time of day, but I can deal with i) and the suggestion that I visit my room. OK, I was kinda going that way, but whatever. I walk upstairs to my room and find it surrounded by a group of people, with some holding cameras…OK, something’s gonna go down, and I have a feeling I’m gonna be in the middle of it - oh well, better just clench my butt cheeks and push through it. As I approach the door, I notice the letters “NSFW” written on the door. Well well, now I know that whatever’s going to happen is going to be dirty - just like I like it. As I insert the key into the door, I can feel the eyes on me. As I turn the key and swing the door open, I could only stand at the foyer and stare in slackjawed amazement - I had been porned.
Apparently, damn near every frosh was taking that test, giving the upperclassmen one hour to break into the frosh dorm rooms and transform them into whatever they so desired. Some people’s rooms got changed into an island getaway; others a brothel - with books on great sex, lots of lube, and a vibrator. A larger group got their things moved into a common space, like a dorm longe or courtyard. One person got their room “Pinked”, that is, everything they had was made pink or removed - from their clothes to their bedsheets; and finally one person (guess who) got their room “Porned”: everything was covered in porn, from the walls, to the lights, to the pillowcases, even to the shoes, pillowcases and air conditioner vents. Supposedly the attention to detail and creativity to hiding the porn results in finding it as you pack up for the next year. After getting over the initial shock (or should I say amazement), I had thoughts about leaving it up for a while, maybe even the year, but my roomate had different thoughts.
Oh well, I hope I get to do it to a frosh next year - after getting rid of the over-50 and gay porn, most of it was pretty nice, and I want to know where they got it from.
I just wanted to go down to the lounge to check for my phone. How was I supposed to know it would devolve into an almost three-hour game of Contact? God am I glad I don’t have to wake up tomorrow.
From last Saturday to Tuesday is Fall Break, Harvey Mudd’s way of treating the stress you go through in the first quarter of a semester. Mine so far has been pretty nice, mostly because I’ve been doing nothing, staying up till five in the morning, and waking up at three in the afternoon. I wish it was a few days longer.
I meant to do this more than one time before now, but… you know, I have shit that actually takes work to do now. Damn Hum papers. Anyway, here’s an update on my life:
- I’m not adapting to college life as quickly as I thought I would. I mean, I’m getting to sleep at decent hours when work doesn’t pile up, which seems to happen a lot more often than I thought it would, but I still can’t get myself in a studying mood.
- The work is a bit harder than I originally thought. I mean, math is my best subject, but I’m bombing out on what I learned (or at least should have) last year.
Anyway, that’s just a little bit of catharsis.
For the most part, it was nonstop partying. With Dis-O on Friday and Wet Season/Crack in the AC on Saturday, I really did nothing but eat, drink, sleep and game.
And then there was Sunday, with the staying up till 2:30AM playing Bang and Gal’s Panic (not worth getting 100% on, btw), I barely woke up today.
But oh well, live and learn. I still know that I’m here to party and not work work and not party, and work is still my biggest priority.
But I am hoping we play TF2 this weekend at Crack in the AC.
Was last night. Yeah I drank a little, bot nowhere near enough to get drunk, plus I decided to go to Crack In The AC to play Dystopia, and that didn’t end until an hour after Wet Season. Oh well, there’ll always be next year. Plus I didn’t wank to get wasted after a week in school.
So how do I feel after my first true day in college? A bit tired, to say the least. I got up way earlier than I had to this morning, and I felt sotired through all of my morning classes. Than again, on Tuesday my morning classes are all my classes, so I felt like I was going to sleep through all my classes. But hey, I’ve finished .03% of my college career! only 99.97% to go!
This time tomorrow I’m going to be a college student! I can’t believe it, I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first day of high school, and here it is before me, and all I have to do is go to sleep. This feels almost like a dream where I’ll wake up and I’ll still be a senior or something and I’ll curse myslef out for falling for it so much.
I didn’t know about it. But now I do.
Apparently, the mentors think it’s fun to wake everyone up around 2:30 AM and make them run through almost all the 5C’s (I say “almost” because Scripssies seem to have a gigantic rod up their asses. And not in the good way) I didn’t, mostly because I had just gotten to sleep at about 12:30 AM.
And I don’t like running.
And they made us drink the tap water here, which I believe has given me the herpes.
But oh well, it’s over now…I hope.
It took long enough, but I’m finally in college! Only four more years of education and I’m done!…I hope. Well, at least the first day was eventful enough: I got through registration, caught an improv comedy show, and successfully assasinated the president. Well, I and the rest of my Summer Institute compatriots. I wish I had gotten video. Anyway, we, and the rest of the freshman class and a random assortment of parents, know we did it, so I guess that’s good enough.
I hope all of my college career is as eventful as today was.
