College
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So long time no blog. After the request of many (ok maybe just one person) I've decided to start writing in this blog at least once every few days. Might as well. Work is slowly starting to settle down as Thanksgiving break draws nearer at the University of Virginia. The leaves have fallen and the teachers are as ready to leave as the students. Registering for classes seems to be the big topic of dicsussion around my hall for sure and all around grounds as well. Starting Tuesday (tomorrow) the entire school will have access to the online registration for classes. This means many long hours hitting refresh after refresh hoping and praying a single slot in your favorite class opens up. (Many broken hearts I'm sure) Lucky for me all of my transfer credits from the great A of RGS let me register as a second-year, effectively signing up before the mad rush of first-years. Needless to say I got all the classes I wanted although some might question why I wanted them. As it stands Physics I, Calculus II, Computer Science II, Economics, and Astronomy lay on my plate next semester. Bitten off more than I can chew you may ask? No, because I haven't eaten yet, we'll find out after Christmas Break.

Besides classes, the big talk around my hall has been the past weekend. Let's start from the beginning. I don't drink. Being as such I tend to remember a lot more of what happens at night than many (most) of my hall does. On Friday night the majority of them came back around 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning and decided it would be fun to turn on their stereos all the way up and play some form of football/soccer down the hall. Not registering was the fact that no more than two people can fit down the hall at any one time. Doors were crashed into numerous times leaving a crack in the frame of one and at least one downed white board. After this they decided to eat and garbage cans were not an option. Trash and wrappers and food lay sprawled all over the hall. Not to mention the fact that over half the doors in the hall had the word "Patty" written on them in some sort of black marker. I don't know who Patty is or why she came by my door, but it escapes me why she had to write her name on it. The next night, Saturday, came to a close much more passively. Due in major effect to our Resident Advisor (RA) having a few words with a few people. So it's about 3:00 in the morning again (bad things always happen at 3:00 in the morning) and apparently some drunk girl on the second floor gets a little crazy and pulls a water fountain out of the wall. That's right. Pulls it out from the wall. So, as many of you know water fountains are usually connected to water pipes. This particular water pipe broke as the fountain was yanked from the wall and water sprayed out from the wall and began to collect on the second floor landing. The water eventually made its way to the stairs and proceded down those as well. At the bottom of the stairs the water moved straight to the closest door and leaked under it into the connecting hallway ... our hallway. Luckily several people were awake and realized that something wasn't right, water doesn't normally flow from under the door down the hall. They (being drunk) did what any normal person would do, run into other people's rooms and grab random towels to stop the impending flood. Although in their drunken, panic stricken actions they grabbed not only towels but also certain clothing items with which they proceded to mop up the water still gushing from the second floor's busted water fountain which now lay on the floor. Within an hour the housing people had stopped the water pipe, but still the water remained. When many woke up they stepped out in the hall they found a still slightly damp floor and had a strange "those look like my towel and shirt wadded up in a corner soken wet" reaction. Monday morning everyone got a nice long email from our RA stating "Well guys this weekend was definetely one to remember. And by remember I mean never repeat again." We all had a good laugh after everyone finally found their towels.