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If you can understand anything this man is saying, then you can have a shiny nickel
Well ladies and Hosers, if theres one thing I've learned in my time in Durham, it's that UNH isn't afraid to put it's students through a hell week or two. They are even bold and foolish enough to put yours truly through such a week. You've heard the tales of some of my memorable nights at the Whitt, you've marveled at epics of my travels across the land, now you shall hear of my latest attempt to complete this quizical and often absurd thing better known as college (for all the Mainers that might be reading, college is the school wicked smaht people go to after finishing high school, which is that school you Mainers dropped out of to spend more time in the barn with old Bessie). Heres what I had to get done over the course of this week: 2 tests, editing and rearranging a final paper, and an outline for a proposal.
Monday: 9am
It is still raining like crazy, and it doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon. A-lot has once again become the Atlantic Ocean again, the courtyard of my campus domain is turning into lake, and im hearing all the roads leading into Durham are pretty much underwater, you'd think the intelligent decision would be to curtail operations rather than make employees and commuting students drive through unsafe conditions. Well it is a smart decision, too bad UNH tends not too make too many of those. Finally around 11pm, just after I finished building the only safe mode of transportation on this day, as well as after a large tree pretty much fell over cutting off roads elsewhere on campus, and probably after several froshes were lost to the sea, UNH curtailed operations. I should have gotten to work on some assingments, but I'm a firm believer in the notion such days were meant for sweatpants, naps, video games, and not accomplishing anything. I did try to get some studying done later in the evening, but it's kinda hard to concentrate when the people you live are screaming back and forth in what I think they thought was Spanish and otherwise throwning me off in the most absurd and humorous manners. (yeah, I tend to have a history of living with strange people)
If you can understand anything this man is saying, then you can have a shiny nickel
Well ladies and Hosers, if theres one thing I've learned in my time in Durham, it's that UNH isn't afraid to put it's students through a hell week or two. They are even bold and foolish enough to put yours truly through such a week. You've heard the tales of some of my memorable nights at the Whitt, you've marveled at epics of my travels across the land, now you shall hear of my latest attempt to complete this quizical and often absurd thing better known as college (for all the Mainers that might be reading, college is the school wicked smaht people go to after finishing high school, which is that school you Mainers dropped out of to spend more time in the barn with old Bessie). Heres what I had to get done over the course of this week: 2 tests, editing and rearranging a final paper, and an outline for a proposal.
Monday: 9am
It is still raining like crazy, and it doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon. A-lot has once again become the Atlantic Ocean again, the courtyard of my campus domain is turning into lake, and im hearing all the roads leading into Durham are pretty much underwater, you'd think the intelligent decision would be to curtail operations rather than make employees and commuting students drive through unsafe conditions. Well it is a smart decision, too bad UNH tends not too make too many of those. Finally around 11pm, just after I finished building the only safe mode of transportation on this day, as well as after a large tree pretty much fell over cutting off roads elsewhere on campus, and probably after several froshes were lost to the sea, UNH curtailed operations. I should have gotten to work on some assingments, but I'm a firm believer in the notion such days were meant for sweatpants, naps, video games, and not accomplishing anything. I did try to get some studying done later in the evening, but it's kinda hard to concentrate when the people you live are screaming back and forth in what I think they thought was Spanish and otherwise throwning me off in the most absurd and humorous manners. (yeah, I tend to have a history of living with strange people)
Tuesday: Apparently I had an outline for a proposal that I strongly believed was not due till thurs, due today....Oops. As if that wasn't enough, I had a test later this evening to worry about. Then of course, just to pile on another thing to do, there was a commencement fair where I could buy the cap and gown. So rather than eat and get more studying done, I stood in line for who knows how long (honestly, I probably should've gotten a spot in line my freshman year and by the time I'd get to the front i'd be a senior or even a grad student). After some frantic attempts to get some more studying in, I finally get to the test and do pretty well. 1 down 3 more to go. I spend the rest of the night editing a paper that I honestly think my professor put comments and wanted to make changes without even reading it (must be from Orono). Hey, UNH is home to the best, but I never said the Professors and Administrators had any role in that at all.
Wednesday: Before I could go to class to drop off the revised paper to my illiterate professor and enjoy the fact it would be the last time i'll endure her for the rest of my college career, I had to take care of a shift at work. After a fun morning of tables being rolled onto my foot and stage decks being dropped on my head, it was time to turn in the paper. After that, its a frantic run to the library to finish the proposal that mocked me with it's improper due date. Now comes the real fun.....An all nighter to get ready for the last part of my hell week.
Wednesday 8pm: Not much studying accomplished yet, but I continue to find more and more evidence to the fact that my spring hell weeks always seem to start at the same time as the Stanley Cup Playoffs get going. Clearly its some kind of conspiracy against me that the Mainers wish they had thought of.
Thursday 5:30am: So...much....coffee. Id probably put a Dunkin Donuts out of business for a good day with the amount I ingested throughout the course of this all nighter, too bad I've taken in more coffee than actual knowledge for this test. Time for a short nap (yes, after all that coffee im still able to nap).
Later that morning/afternoon: You could probably mistake me for Jack Parker im such a zombie at this point. After sleeping through one class, I frantically study during lunch and prettty much drain all the coffee machines in Stillings. On the way to the test itself, I come across the rare on campus presence of one, Darci. I feared for the registrars office that she was on her way to storm on (the people in the box office apparently still have nightmares of the times she hath stormed on them). Time for the test, and I felt I wrote them up a master piece of an essay exam (masterpiece essay exams may contain 40% bull$&#t).
Thursday PM-Sunday AM: The tests were done, all my work was taken care of, I had gathered a cadre of some of the greatest minds to walk the Earth, the Sox were playing those pinstriped Skanks from the Bronx, and I found the rum....You kinda see where this is going.
After several hangovers, attempts to interpret the night before, horribly offensive comments of several varieties (mostly regarding the state of Maine), boots to the face followed by a leg drop, and several more hours of purification in the waters of Lake Minnetonka.....None of us still had any idea of what the hell the Ultimate Warrior was talking about in his old WWF interviews, but I did manage to extinguish the stress and chaos from this past hell week, and not to mention, it's actually beginning to look like Spring outside. So go outside and enjoy it while you can, cause you know it could very well go back to snow, rain, and Volcanoes again.
Good day, Eh!
Rouge
180 days till the Season
27 Days till the end
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