Life as a College Student Pt. II

Ah, on to moving day. To be honest, I didn’t know what to expect. I have essentially been living by myself for the past 6 years – I say this only because, since my parents were always at work and my brother was rarely ever home while he was still living in Davis, and since I didn’t have much of a social life since then, I have spent a lot of time by myself, alone with my thoughts. Knowing that I was about to share a suite with four complete strangers was a fact that proceeded to scare the crap out of me, once I started thinking about it.
But, there I was – after weeks of preparing my psyche for the move, I was moving into Cuarto Castilian North, Room 334B.

You know, I’d never hung out at the Grad at night, before. I dunno – I just never found the time or the reason to. It kinda just happened on a whim – see, I was walking home from the parade at the ARC, just because I wanted to get home. I stopped by the AM/PM, and got myself a slurpee. Went to the checkout stand, ran into Yoojin, who was with a friend, getting ready to go to the Grad. It was Salsa night, and they felt like going. Since I had nothing better to do but go home and veg out, I decided to seize the moment. They asked if I wanted to come along, I concurred, we went to the Grad.

Homecoming. It was great. Considering I had never really cared about my high school sports much, and three years of community college never really lured me into following college sports, it was the first time I was part of the college sports world. It was cool – it was a new experience.

It was especially fitting for me, as, for homecoming, we were up against the school I – and, I assume, many others – passed up in order to attend UC Davis: the Cal Poly San Luis Obispo Mustangs. It was the standard joke – Cal Poly students were UC Davis rejects. It helped fuel the feud – I, for one, hold no true animosity toward Cal Poly. I know friends and former high school classmates that go to Cal Poly. But, hey – it was a matter of school pride. I was down with Davis, and nothing was changing that.

Now, at first I was somewhat perturbed when I found out that Erica was kicked out. Maybe perturbed is the wrong word: let’s just use “upset”. I was mildly upset when I heard that she was being forced to move out of the building. It sucked, really. Personally, I thought that, not only was she the most competent, energetic, enthusiastic RA we had, and one of the nicest girls you could ever meet, she was, for lack of better words, a hottie. I mean, she was beautiful, and, you know what? I feel no shame in admitting it. It’s the truth. But, seriously, she was practically the heart of Castilian North, and she was forced to leave. It just sucked.

Anecdotes From the Dorm: The Stranded Candy

I just thought that this was cool:

"You didn't take the candy last night. Why not? It's good candy. Not the best, but it puts in a good effort. Not like those fancy candies that lead you on with their smooth caramel and nougat centers, but as soon as you turn your back for an instant they're running off with some rich doctor in a Porche and you're left thawing hot dogs in a gas station sink."

True story: It was about Halloween time, and my one of my roommates, Matt, he had these knockoff Snickers candies in bulk, and he planned to use them as ads for a computer company he was hocking. He put a whole bowl of candies (wrapped in fliers for the computer company) out by our room. Trouble was, no one took it. It was there in plain sight, and no one bothered to take any candy. Matt's response, posted on our door, was the blurb you see above. We even joked about how we would most likely catch someone reading it on our door - then, proceeded to open the door to find a girl reading the blurb. It was hilarious. Ironically, she left without taking any candy. The next day, Matt wrote the following blurb:

"Apparently, the purpose of yesterday's sign was lost amid all the hilarity, which I can't fault you for, since it was indeed hilarious. But seriously, you stood there and read the entire thing yesterday and left without any candy. Yeah, that means you, girl who was standing there when we opened the door. If you don't take the candy it's going to go to waste. If you want to live with the corpses of a thousand starved babies on your conscience, go ahead."

Anyway, all of us in the suite ended up eating most of the candy, I guess because we just couldn't give the stuff away. So, I just thought that the whole thing was pretty funny. I suppose it's without consequence, but I figured to share that little anecdote with the rest of the world.