I don't know how apartment shopping works up yonder, but here, if you happen to be fortunate enough to like your freshman roommates, and you want to live with them all the next year, you have to switch your religion to Paganism, do a human sacrifice, and give the owner your left arm in a jar of formaldehyde for a down payment.
On Wednesday night, we got a text from somebody who already lives in our apartment of choice, saying that the first tent had gone up. We were absolutely unprepared. Everyone had previous engagements, and only Texas and I were available to go secure our spot. So we threw on our coats, grabbed all the sleeping bags and blankets we could, and Mia sped us down to our apartment. Sure enough, TWO tents were already pitched, but don't worry, one of them was only a supply tent for the first one. But actually, do worry, because that first tent was for 11 girls.
Anyway, Texas and I had no choice but to dump ourselves on the ground on the pile of sleeping bags in 30 degree weather, where we proceeded to wait for 2 and a half hours for the tent to arrive, worrying about whether there would be an apartment open with 5 beds by the time the 11 in front of us went through.
But because Texas has such an abundance of manly man friends who are in no short supply of tents, eventually 2 of them came down to rescue us and made us get in the car while they set up. Then Mia came down with UK and drove Texas and I back home so we could actually get packed, and so I could finish my homework due that night.
Later that evening, the 5 of us squished into that little tent and slept relatively soundly. At 7 the next morning, I walked back home with Texas to finish all my papers that would be due within the course of the next couple days. At 10, I went to class, but had to leave early because my mom was coming to pick me up for my JOB INTERVIEW in Sandy.
So bla bla bla, spent the rest of Thursday in and out of the tent, but mostly in the tent. In fact, a significantly GREATER amount of time in the tent than anyone else. WTF?
Thursday night, sleep in there with just Texas and Washington. 7 Friday morning, wake up to a lovely blanket of snow. But it was more like a mattress of snow than a blanket. And it really wasn't lovely. Especially to walk back home with Washington in.
Shower, read for biology quiz and American Heritage quiz, go to class til 2. Come home, eat, print out paperwork, go back to tent. Spend 30 minutes in tent. Walk to review. Spend two hours in review. Go back to tent. Find a centipede. Scream. Spend the rest of the freaking night in there. Sleep. Wake up at 8:30 this morning. Pack up tent, in like 15 minutes. We are awesome. Wait an hour in line. SIGN THOSE D*** CONTRACTS!!!
I am pleased to announce that our future living arrangements have finally been secured.
First of all, that seems a tad extreme if you ask me. This apartment better be the second best thing to Heaven. Secondly, mine was much easier. I just picked where I wanted to live, went there the afternoon of the first day of application accepting, signed a contract (without standing in any lines), paid some money and bam. I am set for another year. This is fab.
ReplyDeleteThirdly, why did you only need five beds? Who is not joining you next year?
Fourthly, I do not know where the background went to this blog, but frankly I didn't like it that much in the first place so it is not worth retrieving.