COW of the Week

This weeks case interesting things to happen to Alex at college:

1. Room mate thought I was a lesbian and was very relieved when I said "my x-boyfriend"
2. bought flowers a cute local grocery store.
3. decided to become very organic hippies sort of person (still shaving)
4. felt excluded for being Indian....isn't this like a kindergarten thing?
5. made easy-mac.

And You Really Needn't Bother, I Already Feel Like An Idiot Most of The Time With Or Without A Bathrobe

So last night I had just gotten off the phone with Ben around 1:30 in the morning, and I decide that I need to take a shower, I get undressed put on my periwinkle blue robe with the letters "xoxoxoxo" written on the cuffs and collar, and I grab my towel and shower things. I walk outside, carrying only this stuff, shut my door and decide to check it. It's Locked. I have no key.



The door is locked, I'm in a bathrobe only at two in the morning. I don't know what to do, so I find a security guard and he tells me to get my RA. I had already bothered my RA twice previously this day, once to get a lofting kit and twice to ask where the bathrooms where. Since I moved in a day early I am the only other person on this floor besides him, there for there is no one to lesser my stupidity by being dumb themselves. Which is never a good thing.

Any way, I knock on his door, he answers and there I am in my bathrobe holding my shower stuff, babbling on about how "I didn't know the doors locked...I mean I knew they did lock but I thought you had to do A..(makes hand gestures of using a key.) I just thought that it was like a key only thing and it didn't lock earlier." this continued on for a while, interspersed with apologies. He was very nice and we went to go get the key but the master key was not to be found so we had to go find all the other RA's. I was so mortified, walking around my new dorm in a robe, because I locked myself out. I was trying hard to think of things to talk about, so that my mind wouldn't be on how dumb and humiliated I was, but that only worsened the situation, lots more ramblings about keys and apologies were the only thing that escaped my mouth. Finally I got my door open, and then I got my key and went to take my long awaited shower.

But it took me like ten minutes to find the bathroom...Oh dear.

college

I am at a place where it rains, and is cold in august. ( I'm wondering how I am going to survive frostbite) It is odd to be little again, to not know where you are going. To be the sevy at St. Mikes again. It is odd to have to walk through two doors to pee, and to not have my kitty. But odder than that I am already beginning to see this as home.