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I can’t [say Jeremiah is a man-ho] in a way that won’t put me in
Bryan Schwegie via Adam Nolley over IMthe box,
but i love Jeremiah, so it’s okay.
My summer plans are officially unofficial. I want to stay in Boston and work my three jobs. This is the most wallet pleasing option, even with the living cost accounted. A number of unexpected housing setbacks over the past two months have me freaking out. As of current, I do not have an apartment. My allotted housing budget limits solo options, but would be extremely viable with a roommate. Craigs List has failed me in attempting to woo a roomie. Bah.
An option that wallet friendly is at an MIT frat house on the Green Line, but they require payment for the whole summer up front. I don’t have the money, but it would be a great deal.
One certainty does exist. I will be in Virginia for my sister’s graduation. I miss that chica so much and cannot wait to see her capped, gowned, glowing, and gorgeous.
It didn’t sound like a kid. It sounded like a Mexican.
Jess Reynoso, after a phone interview
One of my three jobs is an interviewer for a telephone research company. And yes, there is a big difference between telemarketing and telephone research. The latter is not illegal under the new National Do Not Call Law (to date, President George W. Bush’s only positive contribution to domestic policy). A telephone research interviewer is to telemarketer as flight attendant is to waiter. I am simply a glorified annoyance, at least when working.
Apparently, my managers have recognized me as an excellent interrupter of dinners, as I received a Letter of Commendation tonight with a $20 cash bonus. woot!
Jeremiah has been outstanding since day one. He always has a high amount of completes, a good work ethic, and a pleasant attitude. He is commended for work performance, work quality, and work quantity.
I assure you that “work quantity” is entirely out of necessity, despite how much I enjoy my coworkers and working environment.
Yes, my local supermarket. It’s available where things are sold.
Curtis Yee, with a funny pronoun placement.
My iBook is here! Wow. I love Apple. (As if you didn’t already know that.)
However, I do not love Emerson’s I.T. department, dining hall, or mail room. All but two computer labs shut down on Wednesday. This meant that I had to travel across campus to get online and consolidate all of my online tasks to one sitting period. At the end of my online to-do list, I decided to check the shipping status on my iBook. To my delightful surprise, my iBook arrived three days early! FedEx rocks; from Taiwan to Boston in less than two days in an amazing feat. And shipping did not cost me anything extra. Hurray for the online Apple Store for Education, the Apple Loan for Education, and FedEx Worldwide Air service.
I left to grab a late lunch and then grab my iBook from the west campus mailroom. But no. The dining hall has new nonsensical hours. No food for me. Certainly the mailroom would provide a quick pick-me-up. But no. The mailroom has new nonsensical hours too. I would have to wait until Thursday morning at 11 to compute from the comfort of my room. Defeated and beaten senseless, I resolved to power napping before work.
But that’s behind me and my iBook is now sitting before me. ::love::
Violet Room by Casey Stratton
As motionless as Berkeley Street is at 2 AM, so are the halls of 132 Beacon. Too busy with exams, papers, and projects, I forgot to emotionalize the end of my first year in college. It’s really over. $32k of scholarship, financial aid, loans, wages, and charity fully vested into the most amazing year of my life. I honestly cannot conceptualize how five months possibly went. Is saying, “Goodbye!” an effort too late? Everyone but those staying for the EVVY Awards or graduation left today. 132 Beacon is a 24-hour quiet building. I am accustomed to the silence, but the energy of life is now absent. That scares me.
I really did change this year. More than enlightenment of higher education, I experience true independence and all of the associated challenges. I crossed the line of financial independence. I am under a roof that I paid for, eating food that I paid for, living an experience that I paid for. (Granted, my grandparents make financial contributions to my education, but the scholarships and loans that I work to maintain comprise 70% of college costs.) I know that I am not completely flying solo just yet. I still depend on the gracious generosity of my extended family and amazing friends, particularly when on breaks. I could not have gotten to this point without their help and they continue to play a vital role in my well being. I am truly forever grateful and indebted to them.
Independence allowed me to make business, financial, relational, and general fuck-ups (often with the help of a good dose of bad luck), but I survived. Survival alone is a huge accomplishment in the animal kingdom. For me, survival stripped me of pretentiousness, disillusionment, overzealousness, among other youthful inhibitions. Failure continues to be a recurring theme in my life: good thing I’m having a hella good time.
I saw a sign that read, “Art is meant to be seen, passed around, pissed on, and put up on a pedestal.” I think God feels the same about the meaning of my life. And I mean this in the best way possible. Whatever art is, I only hope something about me can be it.
The stress, the heartache, and now the anger to come back. College is awesome.
My iBook has shipped and should (will) arrive on Friday.
And now, I will make a retraction. Earlier, I said that there is no compelling reason to choose the 12-inch PowerBook over the 12-inch iBook. I take that back and want to clarify. The PowerBook simply offers features that I do not need. The DVD-R, better video card, and faster processor are worthy of the extra cash — if you have it. I made the budget conscious decision to buy the iBook. If you have the extra greenbacks (or now, multi-colored-backs), spring for the PowerBook.
Only three more days in the 100 Beacon PowerMac Lab…
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