Thank you Bard!
I just looked outside my large window to the steps of Tremblay. That's right...no one has shovelled. There is about, 18 inches outside that I will have to step in. Thank you Bard!
Bard also plowed my car in last night, making my car barely visible. Thank you Bard!
We also had class yesterday while everyone was delightfully proclaiming, "Snow day!!!" on their away messages, I trudged to class at 10 AM, my face frozen from the icy whip of the snow. While whiteout conditions ensued, I learned about the French Satirical theater. Though I did get a B+ on my paper, it wasn't worth walking all the way to Olin for a class when I could have been safe in the very heated confines of Tremblay. Oh yeah, our heat works now. And might I say, a little too well. I wish the heater would make up its mind about working. So thank you Bard, for classes and a crappy dorm full of assholes.
Bard did shut a few things down, like things we needed. No cafe, no Kline, no green onion, no shuttle. But we STILL HAD CLASS. My dinner last night was chocolate, swedish fish, and wheat thins. My lunch was a microwavable Chef boyardee lasagna (okay, I don't why they call it lasagna, there's no cheese in it!)...so once again, thank you Bard!
and while I was stuck in Tremblay with only reading to occupy my time (oh man, reading about Alexander the Great in 3 different accounts is sucky) the WHOLE WORLD was watching Joe Millionaire. But no, it's Bard's "policy" not to let the students have TV. So everyone knows what happened but me, but dont tell me because my mom taped it for me...so thank you bard, for not giving us a window into to the outside the world. At least they give us pretty crappy internet.
So I just want to say again, thank you Bard for taking my mother's hard earned cash, the money she's been saving up so I could get a decent education...the money she's been making, 15,000 dollars a year, all by herself now for almost 11 years...so her two daughters could go to good schools and grow up to be upstanding citizens.
I just realized something. Today's the 18th. That's the day my father died. 11 years ago. Wow...
Nothing like an awkward ending...
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
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