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Belated Venting
[Consider this a back-update from this weekend, circa Friday/Saturday.]
My final is next Friday, the last possible day to take finals. This annoys me, because that means I have 9 days of sitting around doing nothing between my last class and my only out-of-class final, but whatever. NEXT semester I won't be here -- I'll be in Japan.
So of course, other people have to move into the room once we're gone. In our case, not transfers, but two black girls already living on campus. Which means they have stuff already on campus. And they want to move their stuff straight into our dorm instead of dragging it home and dragging it back in a month. Which is perfectly understandable.
But they're monumental bitches. They burst in here for the first time while I'm not here, and critique the decor, and literally talk over my timid roommate V. (who is also studying abroad next semester) and insist on moving in here at some undetermined point next week. V. manages to not cave totally, and gives them her phone number so they can call her back and talk to ME, because I'M going to have to be the one with the spine. Okay. Fine.
They call, and I tell them our room has to be totally empty when it gets inspected, but maybe they'd like to move their stuff into the suite room... They say NO they have too much STUFF for the suite room they're moving into OUR room they've asked ResLife and have been told that they just need PERMISSION from the current residents and they can do that, no sweat. I tell them I haven't heard any such thing, but will ask at ResLife, and we can talk about it again after that. Then they hang up on me.
Today they dropped by in physical person and hover in the doorway to tell me, yeah, they're leaving Friday too and they'd like to move in. I tell them this is fine -- Friday. After WE move OUT. No, they say; they have to catch an early bus. Thursday.
Fine, I say. Thursday they can move in.
Then suddenly one girl remembers she has two finals on Thursday. The other girl also suddenly remembers she has a lot of studying to do on Thursday for her Friday final. Wednesday.
No.
Just... no. I tell them so. "Study in advance," I tell them; "move in on Thursday." They tell me that they think studying takes PRIORITY over moving so they want to do all their studying the day before the exams -- which doesn't sound like priority of any sort to me. They tell me that I'm not to question their study habits; that's THEIR business. They're moving in on WEDNESDAY.
Oh yeah? Well, the room is MY business until I move out. You can't move in until then -- and certainly not more than 24 hours before I move out. I close the door on them.
One girl, still standing in the doorway, says, "I'm not done with this conversation yet."
I tell her, "But I am." I use the wall to lever the door closed and shove her out of the dorway. They can have the rest of the conversation with the door.
HA! I AM TRIUMPHANT! Take THAT, bitches!
My final is next Friday, the last possible day to take finals. This annoys me, because that means I have 9 days of sitting around doing nothing between my last class and my only out-of-class final, but whatever. NEXT semester I won't be here -- I'll be in Japan.
So of course, other people have to move into the room once we're gone. In our case, not transfers, but two black girls already living on campus. Which means they have stuff already on campus. And they want to move their stuff straight into our dorm instead of dragging it home and dragging it back in a month. Which is perfectly understandable.
But they're monumental bitches. They burst in here for the first time while I'm not here, and critique the decor, and literally talk over my timid roommate V. (who is also studying abroad next semester) and insist on moving in here at some undetermined point next week. V. manages to not cave totally, and gives them her phone number so they can call her back and talk to ME, because I'M going to have to be the one with the spine. Okay. Fine.
They call, and I tell them our room has to be totally empty when it gets inspected, but maybe they'd like to move their stuff into the suite room... They say NO they have too much STUFF for the suite room they're moving into OUR room they've asked ResLife and have been told that they just need PERMISSION from the current residents and they can do that, no sweat. I tell them I haven't heard any such thing, but will ask at ResLife, and we can talk about it again after that. Then they hang up on me.
Today they dropped by in physical person and hover in the doorway to tell me, yeah, they're leaving Friday too and they'd like to move in. I tell them this is fine -- Friday. After WE move OUT. No, they say; they have to catch an early bus. Thursday.
Fine, I say. Thursday they can move in.
Then suddenly one girl remembers she has two finals on Thursday. The other girl also suddenly remembers she has a lot of studying to do on Thursday for her Friday final. Wednesday.
No.
Just... no. I tell them so. "Study in advance," I tell them; "move in on Thursday." They tell me that they think studying takes PRIORITY over moving so they want to do all their studying the day before the exams -- which doesn't sound like priority of any sort to me. They tell me that I'm not to question their study habits; that's THEIR business. They're moving in on WEDNESDAY.
Oh yeah? Well, the room is MY business until I move out. You can't move in until then -- and certainly not more than 24 hours before I move out. I close the door on them.
One girl, still standing in the doorway, says, "I'm not done with this conversation yet."
I tell her, "But I am." I use the wall to lever the door closed and shove her out of the dorway. They can have the rest of the conversation with the door.
HA! I AM TRIUMPHANT! Take THAT, bitches!
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