Sunday, April 09, 2006
A boy from work (Corey, who I call my paduion) fell from two boxes up whilst stocking the Coke vault. He thought he might have broken his arm, so I filled a bag with ice for him to smack onto it. However, he not knowing where Thompson Hall (the campus medical center) was located, requested that I accompany him thither.
It has been nearly two years since I've driven a vehicle, which made exiting the parking lot rather interesting. We arrived to find Thompson Hall closed for the weekend, with a sign notifying the behindered to seek medical care elsewhere. I couldn't risk driving off-campus, so I took Corey back to the dorm parking lot so that Crystal could drive him to a hospital. This took about an hour away from my life. I hope he broke his arm.
In addition to the Muppets album, I finally acquired What's The Story (Morning Glory)?, which revived junior high memories and made me a little depressed at the direction my life has since taken. The Radiohead stuff I got at the same time likewise did the same (though in a more expected way).
I feel entirely rutted, but completely disconnected from reality.
Lubbock blows.
The university I attend rapes its undergraduate students every chance it gets. Unless one dribbles a basketball or spikes a football, financial assistance is scarce. The Student Government Association cut funding for student organizations next year by thirty percent, yet it was proposed this year to construct a multi-million dollar leisure pool on campus (in addition to the pool at the Student Recreation Center and the lap pool at the Exercise Sciences Center). Academic scholarship is not at all a wide priority, which I find absolutely disgusting, considering all the moolah I must expend for two worthless sheets of paper.
I only need so many more credits, but adhering to this schedule of classes and mindless work to pay for them strains my poor little head. I want to quit my job, drop out of school, and crawl into a medium-sized cardboard box somewhere. Then I would sleep.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 3:07 PM]