The first day went by rather easily, until the first night came around. I was relatively excited about my dinner for that evening. So excited in fact, that the whole time I was having "girl talk" with my friend the only thing I could think about was how wonderful my rice and beans would be! It was 7:30 when I decided to make my dinner. That night I cooked dinner for myself for the first time in, well, ever here at school. (Note to self: start cooking earlier.) I made one cup of white rice, and heated up a little bit of baked beans and grabbed one tortilla, which is the poor man's french baguette. I was really looking forward to this meal! Since I was using the communal kitchen, a bunch of people kept coming and going. This one girl in particular came out to shove a bag of popcorn in the microwave as I was just in the middle of boiling my rice. She came back out to throw away the popcorn she had already made and consumed, and there I was still waiting on my beans to heat up. The first few bites were delicious, probably only because I had hyped it up so much in my mind. But then the final few bites were torture, the taste was so monotous that I couldn't eat anymore. And so I had the rest of the tortilla and shamefully threw away the remaining spoonfulls of my rice and beans.
Then I headed over to the library to use the electricity for the next two hours to so some homework. I had received an e-mail from Dr. Humphrey that the "Shanty town" was a go. After my work I decided to check it out, to see who was in the shanty town. When I got to ball circle I saw a good 10 people from my class including our professor sitting on the benches in front of lee, with several sleeping bags laid out on the grass behind them. At about 12:15 that night we each crawled into our respective beds and prepared for the next 8 hours. It was like a big sleepover woodstock style!!!....erh, or maybe not. Normally most people are accustomed to falling asleep to the music on their ipod, or the slushing of the fountain by Monroe. Those of us in the shanty town last night were lullabied to sleep by the sirens of ambulances, drunken college students hollering slurred obscurities, and the shrills of a madman. I'm serious. There's this man, he walks around the perimeter of campus along sunken, and just walks the length of the campus shrieking in agony at intervals. Just a bit unsettling, I'll say. Needless to say in between the madman and the drop in temperature, I gave up the shanty idea and called it a night at 2:14 am. I skuttled out of my sleeping bag and left my cluster of classmates and headed back to my dorm.
The first thing my professor does when he walks into class this morning is stumble into the chalk board, slip his stuff onto the table, and head in search for some coffee beans...
....Twas a great sleep last night for me though.
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