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My dormitory failed its fire inspection in part because of the flags on my wall. While I had removed them over the weekend before asking the housing office on Monday, the inspector came sometime during the 24-hour period that the flags were hung last week. My room is officially bland.
Anne, my guidance counselor, accurately predicted, “Monday will be a bitch.” Classes from 2-8 PM with no break for dinner on Monday left me grateful for the microweavable, frozen chicken chimichanga filled with partially hydrogenated oils that I bought from the Emerson College convenience store since the cafeteria and diner were closed. Fortunately, Guidance Counselor Anne is a miracle worker in addition to being a soothsayer. She balanced my class schedule on Tuesday.
Fall 2003 Class Registration:
This semester will probably be the first part to my most difficult year at Emerson College. During the first year of the Honor Program, literature and writing are required concentrations, regardless of SAT or AP exemptions one may have. Fiction analysis has never been my strongest intellectual area. Though I love to write (I was JF‘s 2002 yearbook editor and a weekly columnist for The Lynchburg Ledger), the amount of critical writing in the form of 10-20 page research papers for my classes is intimidating. Art & The Making of Meaning is the most ambiguous class I have ever attended and I have no idea how difficult the class will be. Intro to Media Production is typically not a freshman, first semester class. This class excites me, but the time involved outside of the classroom will be massive.
Wired News: Schoolgirl Settles With RIAA: Notice how little (OK, none) of the public debate is substantive: whether people should be allowed to download music for listening purposes; whether the interests of media providers outweigh the privacy interests of citizens; whether it’s fair to allow the RIAA to charge people $15,000 – or even imprison them, or destroy their computers – in defense of fifty-year-old music tracks. It’s just assumed that the RIAA has the right to lash out in order to protect its license to Johnny B. Goode. It looks like [Brianna LaHara's] single mother will be paying a $2,000 fine to the RIAA for her daughter’s song-swapping, which they had thought was legal. This kid is living in public housing. The RIAA is not only extorting 2,000. It’s $2000 they probably desperately need. What a relief this must be for the Rolling Stones.
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Wired News: Just Say No to Viruses and Worms: Of course the government’s approach to this problem is to create more harsh punishment for Microsoft’s inability to create secure software.
The shrill of iron sharpening iron reverberates on this campus. Every student here is just as exceptional as I am, if not more. Their industry awareness, pre-college experiences, and technical skills rival me. Competition will be tough. Bring it!
Finding the mirror in my room insufficient for practical use, I asked around the dorm and was able to locate a Bed, Bath & Beyond. Thus, my first trip on The T by myself began. I was a bit disoriented in walking to the store after getting off The T, due to the lack of street signs. Thanks to Fenway Park, I found my way.
Apparently door mirrors were on everyone’s back-to-school shopping list. The only mirrors left were the real glass mirrors with nice molding and door hanging hardware#8230; for $29.99. Such a purchase killed my frugal soul, but I felt narcissist and I appreciated the higher quality product.
After my trip into “& Beyond”, I remembered that I still needed to replace several personal hygiene items that I had forgotten at Mark’s apartment. Hygiene items are typically one aisle in a grocery store. Guys can scout out this aisle before entering, discreetly and quickly walk down the aisle, hastily grab the necessary item, and exit without making eye contact with anyone. The guy thing is a bit more difficult in a store where over a third of the floor space is of such items. I picked out what I needed, proceeded to checkout, and thought I was set. But no, the cashier wanted to talk about the items I was buying, even pausing to read the back label of one item. Some people may consider this a last ditch effort to minimalize the frustration accumulated during the long wait in the check-out lines. I consider it an invasion of privacy. No one needs to know what soap I use and why.
Orientation Week helped freshmen ease into the new scholastic year with unique events. Highlights:
A good friend helps you up when you fall. A best friend trips you again and laughs.
Lisa Anthony’s away message. I miss laughing with my best friends!
Orientation Week provided ample opportunities to meet people and forget names. Highlights:
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