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Don't ever have an emergency in Cobleskill. Just don't do it. Seriously.

On Friday last I had the misfortune to suffer a sponatneous muscle strain in my upper right thigh. By spontaneous, I mean it came right the fuck out of nowhere. I was walking to Prentice with Bubbey and Amby when my leg started feeling stiff. I figured I'd just walk it off, no big deal. Well, when I tried to walk it off there was a little bit of pain. Then there was a lot of pain. Next was me hopping on one foot trying to get to my damn food. No luck, as before I ever reached the stairs I gave up, and decided to go to the Wellness Center. I sent Amber ahead to get me some crutches. That was a mistake.

Amber came back in about 5 minutes with the news that they sent SMRT. Yes, the fact that they misspelled smart is a bad sign. It was decided that I needed to ride in an ambulance to the emergency room. Brilliant. Lights, sirens, oxygen, stretcher, the works. When I got there they wheeled me in, the whole "1, 2, 3, lift" thing you see when they move people from stretcher to bed, and then not too much for a while. I tried to explain what happened to a number of nurses, but none of them had anything useful to offer.

Probably the most useful part of my visit was that I got a couple x-rays done on my hip to make sure there wasn't bone or joint damage. It was probably one of the more painful parts of the visit too, because I had to bend my hip to angles that are barely comfortable when I'm healthy. Better to have them done than not though.

After my x-rays were done, Bubbey and Amber came in to see me. Apparently they had been waiting there since I arrived. Had I known, I would have had them brought in earlier! We sat around for an hour and made jokes about stiff legs, and fun was had by all. Eventually they had to leave, because apparently someone had to go get Steve, and it wasn't going to be me.

After some hours of lying in the ER, a doctor finally decides to grace me with his presence. He sat around for half of an explaination, and ran off again. 45 minutes later he returns, tells me that he has no idea why this would happen, and proceeds to tell me to do exactly what I had intended to do initially: use crutches, don't put weight on the leg, and take ibuprofen regularly. If they had just given Amber a pair of crutches to bring to me, I would've saved everyone a lot of trouble.

All weekend long Steve was a total dear to me. I was definitely not as nice to him as I should've been. I can say that I was grouchy because of my injury, but that doesn't fully account for it. He was nothing but helpful to me. I love my Steve so much, he's so brave and strong. He stood up to face a terribly fire-breathing me and survived. My Steve is the greatest.

Oh, and puppies.

I'm all set up for next semester. 18.5 credits, nothing before 9am, and no Friday classes. For the most part, they're pretty interesting classes too. I think I've done pretty well for myself. I've earned it to. I've had to take the shittiest classes this semester, and lots of them. Next semester I've got 7 credits of behavior classes with Doc and 6 credits of design electives. At the end of my web design class I'll probably take this really basic looking thing and make it neat.

Unfortunately, I still have to finish this semester. Two projects and three finals remain. I may in fact have to work my ass off to finish the semester on a high note. Maybe not though. Genetics and chemistry finals should be easy, and hopefully the feeds and feeding project will be easy too.

UPDATE: I didn't get hired as an RA for next semester (sadface) but that means I'll be rooming with Bubbey next semester (happyface). There is about to be so much craziness going on in Pearson that I don't even know what to do with myself.

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It's RA interview time again. Over the course of the weekend I, along with about 80 other students, am being interviewed to become a residant assistant. I was pretty upset last semester when I didn't get hired, but I suppose it was for the better. I'm absolutely up to my eyeballs in projects this semester, in addition to an insane courseload. None of it is terribly difficult, but the time commitment is pretty intense.

The process involves going through the interview/workshops in groups. Somehow my group ended up with 18 people. Everyone is surprised when we show up, but I think we have a really great dynamic. Most of us met for the first time this weekend, and we are all pretty close. During our first workshop the entire group was in a very tight huddle with me on top, trying to fit 18 people into a 1.5 foot square, with no support outside of it. I think this interview weekend is going a lot better than last semester's. Hopefully the outcome will be better too.

I tend to get a little sensitive when Steve criticises Cobleskill. I think it's mostly because he's right. There are a lot of things here that are stupid, immature, backwards, and just like high school and home. The title actually refers to the one bothering me currently, the fact that student guests need to sign out by 3am and non-students need to be out by midnight. Now this could just be me, but I think that's kinda dumb. What's the point? If I intend to do something that I shouldn't, not being allowed in other dorms after 3 isn't going to stop me.

From what I hear, things weren't all uptight before 9/11/01. Apparently there was a need for a security increase after terrorists attacked America. I'm gonna let you in on a couple things.

1. America has been attacked by terrrorists for decades; American terrorists. Being foreign doesn't make them special in my eyes. A sociopath with explosives is a sociopath with explosives.
2. Cobleskill is a little cornfield school in a cornfield town in a cornfield county. Resources would be better spent on oh, say, alcoholism treatment and prevention, rape prevention, cultural enrichment, and the list goes on. Terrorists aren't interested.

All I really wanted was to be able to spend the night in another dorm. Is that so much to ask?