December 13, 2005

Snizzle Dizzle

Last Friday was a snow day. It was my first snow day, in fact, since I moved off campus and boy, was it great. I finally rolled out of bed and started checking my email around noon to find that all kinds of entertainment awaited me. It seems that when the students of a small, un-named, liberal arts college are stuck on campus they spend much of their time writing angry emails. I was going to post the messages in their entirety but there are just too many. Instead I will post the best excerpts. Behold:

To the Dean:

I just want to tell you that if tomorrow(Saturday) is in a worst driving condition, I am not coming in for my exam because my life could be at risk and I don't think you would want my blood on your hands for the lack of care. Today was hard enough driving in to drop a paper off. I was literally driving with half my heart because of few accidents that I witnessed and experiencing my car swirivng everytime I step on the breaks.
And to wrap it up:
Time does not determine safetyness!

To the student mailing list, and sparking much debate:

Do the school not plow or shovel when there's snow? This happened the last time it snowed also. I'm very dissapointed to walk along the pathway and outside the dormitories to discovered that it has not been shoveled and I'm beginning to questioned why is that?

With the subject "Rebell":

We our paying top dollar for this bull shit ass service public schools get better care then us. Why the hell would they cancel our shuttle bus without warning us and then instructing us to walk in blizzard like conditions and risk being hit by slidding cars. [...] My parents will write and call, I write, the question is will you write? You dam right this is propaganda, we must stand up for our rights and prove them we actually learned something from this bull shit school. It doesn't have to be long, three sentences minimum to pages of angerness.

And then, my personal favorite and the lone voice of support:

Dear Grounds
Great Job
During this horriable weather, I apperiatte the hard work. Lets cherr on the grounds they are doing the best they can. Great job well done, I apploude you. Thank.

It kinda makes me wish every day were a snow day.

Posted by liz at 11:27 AM | Comments (2)

December 05, 2005

Welcome to Dumpsville, population: me

In response to Meloknee's post:

I have never, to my knowledge, intentionally dumped a friend. I have, however, been dumped by quite a few friends. Five, actually. A variety of methods have been employed by these former friends.

The first: L., Grade 6
We had been best friends for as long as I could remember. Around 5th grade things started changing as she climbed the social ladder. She was "mature" for her age (if you know what I mean) and I was not. After a year or so of this growing schism, she took me aside and said that maybe we shouldn't be sleep-over friends anymore, so much as just say-hi-in-the-hall friends. Why? Well, because (in her words), "as people get older they move to different levels in their lives, and I feel like I've just drifted to a higher level than you." That made it easy; I was far more disgusted than hurt.

The second: J., sophmore year in highschool
It's the slow drift with a twist. I was one of J.'s best friends from 6th grade on. (Unfortunately, she was my only best friend.) I attended the local public school with her freshman year and then transferred to prep school for the remaining 3 years. She decided to ditch me before I could ditch her (which of course I had no intention of doing). That one was pretty painful.

Three: M., summer after senior year
This one's different; there were many important contributing circumstances into which I shall not get (yay, grammar!). We were part of a crew, 8-strong at the peak. M. and I were particularly close. I truly loved her deeply, and I always will to some extent. There came a major split in the group. I understood the emotions behind it but still thought it was rash and unnecessary. M. broke up with each of us individually in letters. She said it was important for her to turn her back on that part of her life and not have contact with people like us anymore. My first reaction was very cruel, but later I think I might have gone so far as to plead with her. That one still hurts.

This is exhausting, so I'm not going to get into the fourth and fifth. Suffice to say, #4 was an all-out blow-up screaming match followed by extreme frostiness (which has since thawed to the point that I attended her wedding this fall). The fifth is still in progress after almost two years: he's given up on us, but not we on him.

So that's me: never the dumpee, always the dumped.

Posted by liz at 08:44 AM | Comments (1)