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I rode the bus in from Satellite parking today, to get a feel for it before actually opting out of the comparitively closer Commuter parking next semester. Let me tell you, this early in the morning, they are a somber bunch of kiddos. Not a smile, a howdy-do, or even eye contact. I wanted to tell them that eye contact didn't spread germs. Of course, the quiet ride was nice, too. I just would like for it to be a more companionable silence, instead a graveside silence.
At 3:30, I think, I can move my car to the Commuter lot, though I don't think I will this week. I'm not planning to be here after the bus stops running, so that seems like a waste of time. I actually like the Satellite lot very much. It's calm, and soothing. A bit barren, and very satellite-feeling (you can't even see part of the campus, and the ground is so flat, it isn't like there's a hill obscuring it), but also oasis-like. This week is a trial run of the parking over yonder, and possibly the next several weeks as well. I'll spend at least one week calling the NITE bus to take me out after dark, to experiment with that before it becomes necessity.
Last night we did some more apartment hunting. Actually found the place we couldn't find earlier. Ummm. What to say? It's one of those places where if your paint was peeling or your A/C broken, they wouldn't care. But if your pipes were leaking, they'd fix it, perhaps grudgingly. How can one tell this? When the exterior is more run down than any other dumps you've driven by, and the grass from the picture isn't even reliably replaced with dirt, and the mini-blinds in the occupied apartments are twisted or missing, and... you get the picture.
This is to say nothing of the fact that I would be the *only* white person in the area. I would live somewhere with a mixture of folks from all over. I really would. I have no problem with that at all, and actually think it would be a great way to meet new kinds of folks. I wouldn't even object to being one of a few. But to be the only makes me a little nervous. Maybe I just haven't progressed that far yet. But I got strange looks as we walked around the place.
We've now seen every apartment on the list, except for the lady renting houses(!) that I have to call for locations and rates. Some have been crossed off for space issues, others for feel-at-night issues, and still others for run-downness. Wednesday we are touring them all 1) in daylight, 2) with the manager who will take us inside, and 3) with a digital camera and notebook. I want to settle on a place and get them lined up before the month ends, because I'm free from my current place June 30. My goal is to be leasing a new place by the middle of June, and in mid-May to deliver the "I'm outta here" letter that sets my move-out date on the 30th, leaving me with 2 weeks to transfer stuff and clean. I know that's paying more money, but I remember moving out in one day and cleaning feverishly the next from the Summer of Hell spent with "you cut the melon/eggs/tomatoes/cucumber/etc. wrong" girl. I'm not interested. I'll need time. (Though perhaps not a whole two weeks. Any suggestions?)
Also, you can all start screaming with me in sheer panic. I want to defend early or middle June, which should drain me thoroughly. I'll absolutely need to take some time in the moving process.
Mom, I loved your comment so much I printed it out. I wish you could be here, too. I really miss having you around, and am afraid I've taken you for granted too often to count. If you want, I can set a solid date for the defence, and you can come watch me read and defend my unwholesome literature. I'd love for you to be there. I can drive you around to whichever apartment I choose, and you could watch me move in. You could help, too, but that's of course not a requirement for your presence. And you could meet/play with Charlotte! (I'd even pay for your tickets, and you could fly in as early in the morning as you'd like.)
In any case, that's about all for now. There's work, and external review of the FYC program (ICON), and all that.
Love and Peace.
At 3:30, I think, I can move my car to the Commuter lot, though I don't think I will this week. I'm not planning to be here after the bus stops running, so that seems like a waste of time. I actually like the Satellite lot very much. It's calm, and soothing. A bit barren, and very satellite-feeling (you can't even see part of the campus, and the ground is so flat, it isn't like there's a hill obscuring it), but also oasis-like. This week is a trial run of the parking over yonder, and possibly the next several weeks as well. I'll spend at least one week calling the NITE bus to take me out after dark, to experiment with that before it becomes necessity.
Last night we did some more apartment hunting. Actually found the place we couldn't find earlier. Ummm. What to say? It's one of those places where if your paint was peeling or your A/C broken, they wouldn't care. But if your pipes were leaking, they'd fix it, perhaps grudgingly. How can one tell this? When the exterior is more run down than any other dumps you've driven by, and the grass from the picture isn't even reliably replaced with dirt, and the mini-blinds in the occupied apartments are twisted or missing, and... you get the picture.
This is to say nothing of the fact that I would be the *only* white person in the area. I would live somewhere with a mixture of folks from all over. I really would. I have no problem with that at all, and actually think it would be a great way to meet new kinds of folks. I wouldn't even object to being one of a few. But to be the only makes me a little nervous. Maybe I just haven't progressed that far yet. But I got strange looks as we walked around the place.
We've now seen every apartment on the list, except for the lady renting houses(!) that I have to call for locations and rates. Some have been crossed off for space issues, others for feel-at-night issues, and still others for run-downness. Wednesday we are touring them all 1) in daylight, 2) with the manager who will take us inside, and 3) with a digital camera and notebook. I want to settle on a place and get them lined up before the month ends, because I'm free from my current place June 30. My goal is to be leasing a new place by the middle of June, and in mid-May to deliver the "I'm outta here" letter that sets my move-out date on the 30th, leaving me with 2 weeks to transfer stuff and clean. I know that's paying more money, but I remember moving out in one day and cleaning feverishly the next from the Summer of Hell spent with "you cut the melon/eggs/tomatoes/cucumber/etc. wrong" girl. I'm not interested. I'll need time. (Though perhaps not a whole two weeks. Any suggestions?)
Also, you can all start screaming with me in sheer panic. I want to defend early or middle June, which should drain me thoroughly. I'll absolutely need to take some time in the moving process.
Mom, I loved your comment so much I printed it out. I wish you could be here, too. I really miss having you around, and am afraid I've taken you for granted too often to count. If you want, I can set a solid date for the defence, and you can come watch me read and defend my unwholesome literature. I'd love for you to be there. I can drive you around to whichever apartment I choose, and you could watch me move in. You could help, too, but that's of course not a requirement for your presence. And you could meet/play with Charlotte! (I'd even pay for your tickets, and you could fly in as early in the morning as you'd like.)
In any case, that's about all for now. There's work, and external review of the FYC program (ICON), and all that.
Love and Peace.
posted by Rehkmira @ 09:02
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