swaziland, my new home.

man. so this housing thing is really a problem. like, really.
i mean, gibson, really? because i'm pretty sure gibson is the armpit of south campus, the new jersey of pomona college. andrea intellectually noted that it is like the swaziland of africa; and even though that puts all my other insults to shame, i decided to add it onto the list. whatever, i'm pissed.

originally, i was supposed to defer, such that when i would request which housing i wanted (in order of preference), all i would have to write is "smoking dorm, please." why, you may ask? the concept of students who are smokers is a loophole that is really worth looking into. even though it's kinda unclear which dorms on north campus are specifically smoking dorms (although clarified by deanna bos "...The only residence halls that allow smoking are Clark I, Clark V, Clark III portion of Norton Clark, and Lawry A and C towers. All traditional hallway type residence halls are smoke free and smoking inside will result in a policy violation..."), it is important to note that ALL dorms on south campus are SMOKE-FREE. meaning that where i was deferred, it would HAVE to be on north campus. worst case scenario: a double on NC with someone i didn't know, however this, too, is unlikely since all of the dorms she mentioned are single-heavy (most doubles are in walker, which is a hallway type residence). My chances of getting a single on NC seemed to be increasing by the second. Meaning I had either come up with the most brilliant plan known to students screwed over in room draw, or i had seriously forgotten something important and was about to be seriously screwed over.

well, the latter occurred, as seeing as there were more students applying for rooms than rooms available, no one was allowed to voluntarily defer (only those students who were so low that they literally had no rooms left by the time it was their turn to choose). my plan failed. miserably. because when i opened up my email this morning, prepared for an email from alissa telling me that my plan to defer had worked, instead i got an email from sammy telling me i was in gibson. gibson you say? the dorm that is actually so unimportant that the pomona website doesn't even list its room dimensions? awesome. this'll be fun. because there is nothing i love more than eerie, seemingly deserted fluorescent-light bulbed housing, colder than i don't know, colder than deanna bos' heart, perhaps? i am thinking of committing suicide, but only if i can do it on her doorstep.

i only wish i had more time to sit here and complain, but alas my battery is about to die (just like my social life next semester), and i think punching doug (who is living in a suite on north campus) would actually just make me feel much better. i would much rather hurl poisonous insults at him anyways, it's way more satisfying.