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An Oddly Embarassing Moment written @ 11:41 AM on August 22, 2002 About an hour and a half after posting my last entry, the most embarassing thing occurred, quite possibly the most embarassing thing in my entire life. Although you guys will laugh. The dorm is freezing, and after a long day of long walking and long classes, I was looking forward to a hot shower. So I hopped on it as soon as I was able, which was around ten o'clock or so. I'm washing my hair when I hear this strange sound. A siren-like sound. My brain went into denial mode, and it convinced me I was hearing things and certainly not the fire alarm. After fifteen seconds or so of standing in an absolutely frozen position, swearing and telling myself that this could not be happening, not on my second day of school, I poked my head from behind the shower curtain and did, indeed, behold the flashing lights of the fire alarm. Shit. Shit, shit, shit! Okay, don't panic, Sam. Get your clothes. Wait! You don't have enough time for that! I grabbed my rather skimpy towel, wrapped it around me, and hobbled outside the bathroom, where the other girls on my floor were casually exiting the building. "Do I have to do this?!" I exclaimed to some passing stranger, probably a junior. She gave me one look and laughed. "Oh, you poor thing... Yes, come on. Just come out with your towel." If I didn't have such an acute case of maiden modesty, this would have all been amusing. But then I found myself in the chilly air, my hair mopping over my head and shampoo running down down my face and into my eyes, with eighty other people that live in the dorm. Two male idiots behind me began snickering. I bet I was the best thing they've ever seen in their lives. Idiots. The girls crooned. Someone put a sweater over my bare shoulders. "Oh my God, you poor thing." The guys watched mildly amused. "Damn, that sucks." "There is ALWAYS SOMEBODY in the shower..." Fuck you people. I don't want your fucking pity. God, I was so pissed off. And somehow I knew I would laugh about this later. Much later. Like, maybe when I graduated. I suppose it could have been much worse. I could have lost my grip on the towel, and then I would have been forced to hang myself from the grid system in the Corbett Theater. So yeah. Laugh. 8:37 PM... Okay, I totally zoned out in math today. Suffice to say, I don't give a damn. The chapter is all about counting votes, for God's sakes! And here we have people asking QUESTIONS, I mean really ASKING QUESTIONS because they don't know! I guess that's what you get when you're enrolled in a class that's meant for people who scored below a 15 on the ACT. And my drawing teacher continues to be the SS Officer of Drawing Majors. "You guys are lucky that I don't have my computer with me today, otherwise your grade would have been lowered by a letter for not having all your supplies." Excuuuuuse me, but some of us are a little stranded on this campus and/or do not know their way to Lance's off the UC campus and to Prince's downtown and/or do not have $300 to spend on art supplies offhand, thank you my fellow struggling, poor art peers. So there's only one thing left to do: Kick ass in drawing and maybe he'll leave me alone. One thing I have noticed as the days of my first week of college roll on is that I have taken up a habit of staring at people. Just staring. I think this is because since I spend most of the day alone and silent, I watch other people in the art of communication. This is not a healthy thing, I know, and somehow it's a fascinating area of study. Really. Imagine a major called Glaring Communications, with a minor in basic English. Honestly, I think the posse would be inpressed by how little I've said today. I've strung less than twenty sentences together today, I'm sure of it. And yet I'm finally having a good time. What a paradox NKU is!
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