Writing Because I Have Nothing Else

   

Today I missed my 8:30 class again. But the weather was by far the most gorgeous its ever been in years of my life, so I made the most of it and spent as much time as possible outdoors. Breezes cold and steadfast under the impartial warm sun. Green's seemed a bit greener today. And the blue's a bit bluer. Smiles a bit brighter and people a bit nicer. I walked a different way to my English class today ( because a friend dropped me off on the other end of campus) and happened to come upon quite the little oasis. Atop the energy center, covered in gravel and elevated planes lined with flowers stood dark wood benches under green overgrown wooden gazebos, arches, and pergolas. All placed naturally and neatly around a large circular fountain where water shot out low and quiet atop a staircase of black marble into a pool. In the breeze one could feel a cold mist lap at their skin. On one of the benches sat a woman reading a novel with her laptop open on the bench beside her, hair whipping about in sync with the leaves around her and the multi-colored wool scarf coiled around her neck. Her glasses were covered in the mist but the blissful light smile tucked behind her scarf and coat collar said that she had no intention of wiping them. As I walked by I told her that she found the prettiest place on campus to spend her afternoon, and with a nod added, have a nice day, before I came down from my cloud and shuffled to class. 
    As of right now, it is 11:28 on a Friday on a heavily Greek college campus and I'm indoors down in the first floor computer lab of my dorm typing away at this blog. I was kinda hoping I'd run into a new found friend I met this afternoon before team dinner. I had been coming down to work on some government assignments when I came across an individual tapping away at Guild Wars 2 a row or two over from my normal spot. Seeing that he had to be an at least half decent human being if he was playing one of my favorite games, I came up and introduced myself to him and we chatted for a bit. It was nice. I could see he was pleased with the interaction he received versus what he must have expected. I guess I don't really look like the video game type but his eyes lit up when I showed genuine interest in his habits. Which I guess is nice to be able to look back on. After a few minutes of introduction and chatter, we went back to our own agendas, headphones in and keyboards clicking, but whenever I looked over he seemed to have an expression on his face I can only label as "content". I'm glad I was able to impact him in this way. 

Here is what my weekly Reaction Paper for Am. Fed. Gov ended up being--

Being that these reaction papers are also used for asking questions about the course/material, I just thought I’d go ahead and ask through this about some of the course rules/ expectations. Particularly absences and missed reaction papers. I’ll also send this in an email in case you don’t quite have time to read each and every little paper every student submits.

Basically, I understand completely that it is ultimately up to me to make it to class and what not. And that college is a privilege that should be free of hand-outs, but I also know it’s about as an individual working for anything and everything you are to get from it ( whether that be points on exams, opportunities with internships, or… anything ). So here I am just looking to see if there is any chance at all that I can 1.) do some sort of assignment to make up for the reaction papers I've failed to submit in time ( whether it be due to being on the road for rugby or not it’s still my fault I understand that ), and 2.) if I can be absolved of my first absence I have for this class. Here’s why-> that Thursday night leading into Friday, I had gone to bed around 11 and set ample alarms to wake me in the morning, but none of that mattered when my roommate, who is otherwise a cool guy, came home at the ungodly hour of 3am loud and abrupt with some girl incoherent on his hip. I’d just finished my habitual midnight bathroom visit ( b/c my body is stupid ) when she busted in. She’d gotten carried away that night and quite literally had to be “carried away” back by him because she’d thrown up on herself. I don’t know what sort of acrobatic feat one would have to execute to bring about the accidental event of throwing up on one’s own earrings and necklace, but I guess she did it and had it not smelled so gross I might have been impressed... Obviously I’d underestimated her athletic ability because it takes a true star to be able to knock over so many objects and fixtures in one fell swoop across the 10 foot stretch from the door to our bathroom. So, being a good dude, he took her back and helped her clean herself up. Which meant she threw up all over our bathroom and took a long noisy shower while my roommate diligently cleaned it up at 3:30 ish in the morning. It was beyond awkward having her walk in there and start retching over the toilet after I’d just stunk it up... I don’t know what dark entity she might’ve been speaking to, or what sort of stand-up comedy she must’ve been reciting to herself, because I’ve never heard someone shuck and jive and laugh as much as she did in our shower. They’re really not that exciting. Which meant I was just lying there unable to block all of it out. I remember lying there staring at the ceiling and just laughing to myself. Not only because she was absolutely gone, but also because I knew I was screwed for class in 5 HOURS. And last thing I wanted was to find traces of her “nasty” on my loofa. When she finally came out in some of his clothes because she’d ruined hers, he did the right thing and made her crash in our room because last thing he wanted to do is send her back out there to walk to wherever she lives drunk off her ass. Especially when she looks like she just walked out of a 90’s hip-hop music video, dressed like Ja Rule with a dress-sized t-shirt and huge shorts hanging off of her hips. Yeah it would've been funny, but it also could’ve resulted in her getting either picked up by your random everyday serial killer etc., a gang or a very confused cop... If it were up to me, I’d have quarantined her off into a corner with some newspaper and a blanket, but you can’t really do that to humans cause “its dehumanizing” or whatever, so he let her sleep in his bed while he set up camp on the floor. So I mean, I applaud him for being a good Samaritan, but it of course resulted in the most uncomfortable sleep of my life, and sleeping through my alarms.

Now, I’m not trying to guilt trip you. If anything I hope you got a chuckle out of this and maybe in good fun decide to save me that one absence. But if not, I wholly understand and agree with your choice as well. Hope you enjoyed the story.

Done. 
    
    Before I left, I swapped information with Guild Wars 2 guy and shook his hand. I couldn't quite reach him via cellphone, but hopefully he accepts my friend request on Facebook soon so we can hangout or something. I'd like to see where this interaction takes me, and how awesome of a friend he may turn out to be.