I told you all about how there were a bunch of parties for student managers and how I didn't want to go to them because they're parties and I hate parties (maybe hate is too strong a word, I less than tolerate parties) but anyway, there was apparently a mandatory party last night and I went to it because it was mandatory and I hate the word mandatory because it's stupid, so there and this is how to do parties.
How was that for a run-on sentence introduction?
But not only was this a party that I was required to go to, it was a party that required me to wear things other than shorts and a t-shirt, which I dislike. So I wore a dress and it was blue and great, but just because it was great doesn't mean I didn't hate it.
I met up with some other people who were walking to the party, and they all lived in these two dorms right next to each other, and they all stared at me as I walked up the path from my far away dorm like I didn't belong, so that was nice way to begin the evening.
When we got there, it was super loud and full of death/people/alcohol/people. And then we had to wait for even more people to get there because we were doing introductions about who we were and what we were planning on doing with our lives, like every single other time that you've met new people at college, but anyway. Soon everyone got there and then the most normal part of the evening was over.
Then, of course, the excitement began. And by excitement, I mean alcohol. Because you can't have a good party without alcohol, of course. Everyone knows that. Gosh.
So people started playing games that involved throwing ping pong balls into plastic cups filled with smallish amounts of alcohol. Don't worry. I didn't play, because I am young and fragile. It was interesting to watch though.
Here's a thought: why does standing alone at a party make people automatically think you're not having fun/you're lonely? Like, I was having a perfectly fine time watching weirdo coworkers drink themselves into hilarity, and then these people come over and try to engage me in conversation. Does it make me a bad person that I'd rather just watch all the people than contribute to the madness? I don't know. Someone should find the answer for me.
Although, to give credit where credit is due, the people here had a very strong plan of where to hide all the underage people if by some stroke of bad luck the authorities did show up and ask what kind of party we were having where people who are barely 19 are surrounded by multiple types of liquor, even if they're not drinking it themselves, you know it's still probably illegal, but you know, why don't you write about it on your blog and get everyone you know in trouble? as if they care that alcohol was purchased and fed to youngin's.
Anyway.
But, so there, I went to a party. It was actually the first college party I've been to, ever, so I guess you could say I hit a milestone in my life just now. It was pretty terrifying. And dangerous. Not really. Nothing dangerous happened. It was probably the closest I've been to illegality, though, unless there's some weird law out there that I don't even know that I'm breaking, but that's probably unlikely. Plus, there aren't even any more MANDATORY parties to go to, and there are a few events that I might go to, like movie night or ice cream night or set the college campus on fire night (that last one's probably not real). I'll let you know how it goes.
In other news, I let someone talk me into working today--my second and only full day off--in catering. I've never worked there before. And it's from 3 pm to midnight. So I might die. But apparently you get tips, because people who attend weddings give you tips. I will be so versatile in dining services once these three weeks are up that no one will know happened to me. It will be great and I will be great and the greatness will prevail!
In conclusion: Don't go to parties and don't work too hard because you might die! The end!
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Monday, August 17, 2015
General Intro to LIFE
Hey strange people. I have moved back into college! That means (hopefully) blog posts are back to being more regular and not so randomly placed once upon a random day once per month. Luckily for you. I know I'm definitely your only source of entertainment.
Anyway, I'm at school so early because I got a lovely promotion to Student Manager in the cafeteria. That means I get to yell at people and tell them what to do while generally meandering aimlessly and occasionally devouring desserts while talking with my peers. Or I get to do the important things. I've heard it both ways.
But these past couple of days, there is basically only one group of people here, and those people are the football team. SCARY. They're very large, and they like to eat large portions of meat and potatoes. Which means, when I worked the salad bar, there was literally nothing for me to do, because football players don't eat lettuce. Because goodness knows you might lose some calories while chewing celery and WE CAN'T HAVE THAT, NOW CAN WE?
Slowly, more people are trickling in. I think I saw like four other girls today, instead of none. That's an improvement. And apparently the rest of the sports teams will be moved in by Wednesday, which means there will be more people to feed! Yay, un-boredom!
So far, in the cafeteria, as part of my training, I have learned how to clean the dishwasher, using especially toxic materials. "Especially toxic" apparently means that you have to wear a giant plastic face mask, like what a welder wears, except plastic, and gloves that go up to your armpits before you can even touch the hose with spray. So that's cool. Basically you look like a mutant.
Also, today, I got to go see how to turn on and change the carbon dioxide containers that go to our pop supply. Did you know that when you're drinking industrial pop, the carbonation isn't just part of the pop? In fact, the CO2 is pumped in from very large, heavy, gas tanks. Don't drop them on your foot. I think that's the most important lesson I learned from that session today.
Other than that, there really isn't much happening here. I have no one to talk to, since NO ONE IS HERE. So if you want to call or Skype or text or send me a letter or an email or a note in a bottle (you'll have to use the river, not the ocean, sorry) or carve a message into stone for me, there is a 100% chance that your actions would make my day/hour/minute, depending on the extent of my boredom.
The dorm I'm staying in has no air conditioning, which initially was a problem, because it was like death here, but it's kind of cooled off, which I enjoy. I do not enjoy, however, that there is not a drinking fountain on this floor. It's super annoying and I am super annoyed and do not enjoy it have I made myself clear.
Back to cafeteria stuff: apparently there are parties every night that I'm supposed to go to, so I can socialize with my new peers? But here. Let me provide you with a list of things that I both do not enjoy and that cause me stress: 1. parties 2. socializing with my new peers.
So. I guess that's why I didn't go. Plus, also, too, apparently these parties mostly involve drinking and alcohol, which I am not legally allowed to consume, and also, I don't want to. So there's even less incentive to go. But I kind of feel bad for not going. But also not because I don't want to. My life is so complicated.
Instead I stayed home in my dorm and played video games. That's always the best way to go.
Only like two and a half more weeks til school actually starts! I'll try and keep you updated with more things that I learn while working in the cafeteria. It'll be super dangerous, and I'll probably break something. All the cute people will watch me break that something. It's basically tradition now, so I don't know if I can stop it. It might be bad luck.
Anyway, I'm at school so early because I got a lovely promotion to Student Manager in the cafeteria. That means I get to yell at people and tell them what to do while generally meandering aimlessly and occasionally devouring desserts while talking with my peers. Or I get to do the important things. I've heard it both ways.
But these past couple of days, there is basically only one group of people here, and those people are the football team. SCARY. They're very large, and they like to eat large portions of meat and potatoes. Which means, when I worked the salad bar, there was literally nothing for me to do, because football players don't eat lettuce. Because goodness knows you might lose some calories while chewing celery and WE CAN'T HAVE THAT, NOW CAN WE?
Slowly, more people are trickling in. I think I saw like four other girls today, instead of none. That's an improvement. And apparently the rest of the sports teams will be moved in by Wednesday, which means there will be more people to feed! Yay, un-boredom!
So far, in the cafeteria, as part of my training, I have learned how to clean the dishwasher, using especially toxic materials. "Especially toxic" apparently means that you have to wear a giant plastic face mask, like what a welder wears, except plastic, and gloves that go up to your armpits before you can even touch the hose with spray. So that's cool. Basically you look like a mutant.
Also, today, I got to go see how to turn on and change the carbon dioxide containers that go to our pop supply. Did you know that when you're drinking industrial pop, the carbonation isn't just part of the pop? In fact, the CO2 is pumped in from very large, heavy, gas tanks. Don't drop them on your foot. I think that's the most important lesson I learned from that session today.
Other than that, there really isn't much happening here. I have no one to talk to, since NO ONE IS HERE. So if you want to call or Skype or text or send me a letter or an email or a note in a bottle (you'll have to use the river, not the ocean, sorry) or carve a message into stone for me, there is a 100% chance that your actions would make my day/hour/minute, depending on the extent of my boredom.
The dorm I'm staying in has no air conditioning, which initially was a problem, because it was like death here, but it's kind of cooled off, which I enjoy. I do not enjoy, however, that there is not a drinking fountain on this floor. It's super annoying and I am super annoyed and do not enjoy it have I made myself clear.
Back to cafeteria stuff: apparently there are parties every night that I'm supposed to go to, so I can socialize with my new peers? But here. Let me provide you with a list of things that I both do not enjoy and that cause me stress: 1. parties 2. socializing with my new peers.
So. I guess that's why I didn't go. Plus, also, too, apparently these parties mostly involve drinking and alcohol, which I am not legally allowed to consume, and also, I don't want to. So there's even less incentive to go. But I kind of feel bad for not going. But also not because I don't want to. My life is so complicated.
Instead I stayed home in my dorm and played video games. That's always the best way to go.
Only like two and a half more weeks til school actually starts! I'll try and keep you updated with more things that I learn while working in the cafeteria. It'll be super dangerous, and I'll probably break something. All the cute people will watch me break that something. It's basically tradition now, so I don't know if I can stop it. It might be bad luck.
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