The Life and Times of the Simmons Hall Nomad
So this happened today:
I have a bit of a bad habit forming. It involves moving all of my possessions down two floors about every 3 days. It's got to stop, or eventually I'll be living in the basement of Maseeh and not know how I got there (it's a joke. Except I think some people actually live in the basement of Maseeh Hall, so it might be a kind of a mean joke).
Do you perhaps recall that time, let me see, two days ago, when I happened to write this:
"... this morning was the third time in two weeks that I've moved all of my worldly possession and I'm just not going to move again. Nope nope nope."
Well. I wrote it. (http://thisfroshling.blogspot.com/2014/09/no-durians.html, just in case you missed that)
But, you know how these things work.
After having moved in, settled in, taken most everything out of boxes and bags, the roommate then decides it is a good time to mention that she re-found the freshman she was supposed to be living with originally (to be fair they didn't refind each other until this morning, apparently, but still), and that she wanted me to move out and down and way across the building.
I have a love/hate relationship with the MIT Housing process.
Because my roommate is the upperclassman, and she had purposely kept her room from the year before, I was the one who got to move down and the other freshman got to move up. I am now back to the same corner of the building that my temp room was in, except without the lovely view of the wooded parking lot - just a view of a bus lot and some construction equipment. I'm gonna miss Boston-side. I'll have to paint a mural on the wall or something to make up for it. I haven't even met my new roomie though, so we'll see what's up with that.
At least I have four semi-unstressful days ahead of me: only 3 classes tomorrow, and if I've got my calendars straight, nothing for ROTC tomorrow or Monday. Of course, it's only deceiving, because I probably have tons to be doing to prepare to make next week run smoothly. Like, say, moving in to my new room.
Cheers.
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| Oh look, half of thisfroshling's worldly possessions on a cart! Because we haven't seen this before... |
Do you perhaps recall that time, let me see, two days ago, when I happened to write this:
"... this morning was the third time in two weeks that I've moved all of my worldly possession and I'm just not going to move again. Nope nope nope."
Well. I wrote it. (http://thisfroshling.blogspot.com/2014/09/no-durians.html, just in case you missed that)
But, you know how these things work.
After having moved in, settled in, taken most everything out of boxes and bags, the roommate then decides it is a good time to mention that she re-found the freshman she was supposed to be living with originally (to be fair they didn't refind each other until this morning, apparently, but still), and that she wanted me to move out and down and way across the building.
I have a love/hate relationship with the MIT Housing process.
Because my roommate is the upperclassman, and she had purposely kept her room from the year before, I was the one who got to move down and the other freshman got to move up. I am now back to the same corner of the building that my temp room was in, except without the lovely view of the wooded parking lot - just a view of a bus lot and some construction equipment. I'm gonna miss Boston-side. I'll have to paint a mural on the wall or something to make up for it. I haven't even met my new roomie though, so we'll see what's up with that.
At least I have four semi-unstressful days ahead of me: only 3 classes tomorrow, and if I've got my calendars straight, nothing for ROTC tomorrow or Monday. Of course, it's only deceiving, because I probably have tons to be doing to prepare to make next week run smoothly. Like, say, moving in to my new room.
Cheers.
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