Misconceptions of a Clumsy Schmuck

It's been a fairly odd week for me. But the events of last evening and this morning really take the cake for the oddest tasting cake of the past week. I'm not even that big a fan of cake in general, I am one of those kids who scrapes off the icing and passes it down to someone who cares. So you can understand where I'm coming from when I say it's been a confusing couple of days.

Before I get into the meat of my experience, which isn't extremely interesting in the first place, let me start with a small story about something that happened the Monday when I returned to school.

I got to school and started my usual "unloading" process, which normally takes three trips, including the trip where I park my car. My first trip consisted of me hauling my laundry, my bookbag, a bag of sewing supplies for my friend and a hobby horse-- no, I'm not have dillusions of being a cowboy, it was for an odd art project that I had to do for Ms. Patti Beachley. So anyways, on my way around the bend of Havey, I spot a gaggle of Volleyball girls. I happened to know the leader of the group, which appeared to be coming from practice in Sullivan. So as they approached, I called out "Hello" and turned left to cut across the lawn in front of Havey to get to the door. Little did I know that this lawn had ice more solid than Mellon Arena! The second I set my foot down on the ground, I wiped out big time. All of the luggage went sliding, I landed right on my small and weak posterior, and in classic movie fashion, every girl laughed. Yeah, I wasn't TRYING to impress them, and I already have a girlfriend so I shouldn't let it get to me. But it was the fact that they laughed so very very hard, and didn't even offer to help. Instead I looked like the little kid who can't walk. Once again I reprised my role as Tiny Tim.

But aside from that the rest of my Monday night was good. It wasn't until Wednesday evening did things get cloudy...

It started with an e-mail from the teacher's assistant to my Thinking and Writing class. In said e-mail she stated that it was mandatory for us to go to the Martin Luther King presentation, and in parenthesis she put (no class!) So of course I take this (as I find out that most people did) as meaning "we don't have Thinking and Writing" because really why would she mention any other class?

After reading this e-mail, I see two of my classmates and I pass the word off to them "they cancelled STW tomorrow because of the MLK thing" Okay, so I didn't use all those abbrev. but you get the pt. So that was the last I saw of them that evening (aside from seeing numerous appearance of Steve Clemens in nothing but a black jockstrap... but that's another story for another day). I also tell this to my buddies and we all decide to stay up late tonight because I can sleep in. So we hang out, and we talk to passers-by, and we eat soup, and we play this CRAZY chariot racing game for the X Box. Next thing you know it's 3AM and we are all a little tired. So I decide to go to bed...

When I get up to my room I find that I have a few e-mails awaiting my return. One of those e-mails was from a curious classmate (who didn't even show up) who e-mailed the TA and said "Really? No thinking and writing?!" which in turn prompted the TA to send out a second e-mail saying "YES WE DO HAVE CLASS!" And here I am, caught with perverbial pants down. I stayed up late and played videogames, and now I find that I have to get up in the morning. My life is a slightly cruel, but ultimately hilarious joke.

Yes, so this morning I get up with just enough time to get a shower and grab some coffee from the dining hall. It really bothers me that every morning now, I go in there and use my "breakfast" meal to just get a cup of coffee and a bearclaw, or donut, or krueller, or nothing. They don't even have Cookie Crisp any more!!!

Now that I see this is getting long, I want to finish up by saying that the MLK speaker was excellent. But I disliked the theater presentation completely. Don't get me wrong, all of the actors were excellent in it! But it seemed very out of place, and took away from focus of the event: Martin Luther King Jr. Instead it talked about homeless and bashed Bill O'Reilly (who I wholeheartily support). At least the boxed lunches were decent!

Posted by MikeRubino at January 22, 2004 5:26 PM