9.21.2005
Who's to say you don't look the part?
There's something that makes me uneasy about being dropped off in the middle of a college campus while the fall semester is in full effect...the undergrads all look so young...and my excessive baggage and transient demeanor keeps me from looking like a credible graduate student...it's like, I'm going to be found out or something.
I already had to endure a conversation on the bus with an 86 year old woman (who, in her own words, gets mistaken for a 55 or 60 year old all the time...yeah, me too...people frequently think I'm twelve, but I think that may be something completely different...) while she talked about her daughter who also went to UConn...where she was a nurse...and then went on to Rutgers where she became a lawyer...and now she lives on Martha's Vineyard (yeah, my disbelief settled in the moment her lips parted)...
I twice tried to tell her that I didn't actually go to UConn...I was just visiting. But, regardless, she continued with her questions about being a student a UConn. It didn't matter, really...it was a bit like talking to my mother where the questions are just posed to so she can come up with her own answers.
So, here I am...on a college campus. If I don't live within five miles of one, apparently I have to find someone who does in order to make my life complete. But, QP, the person I speak of, is still in class...so, I made my way to the student union. They have free wi-fi here...
I was looking to just settle down in one of the lounges and hang out until QP called...about an hour or so...but, when I stepped into the union's main entrance and walked down the stairs, I was greeted by a sea of bobbing ponytails and high-pitched twitters...I had walked directly into...
RUSH WEEK SIGN UP!
Ohmigod! Why didn't anyone tell me? I totally would've ditched my Spice Girls t-shirt and dressed more appropriately in a slightly above-the-knee skirt and pink Polo!
I could, you know...don't think I haven't thought about it before. There's something about some sorority girls that's despicably cute...and makes me want to curiously infiltrate their secret society (in a not in a dirty way, you pervert)...I've honestly never disliked them...I'm more fascinated, really...
But, again...my scruffy-nomad look would sooner have a sorority sister believing that I'd pitch a tepee (or, possibly, a yurt or wigwam...I'm not sure what kind of drifter I'd make either...) in the student union than sprint for the Rush Week sign up sheet...
I only had to endure a couple of analying looks...and then they let me through.
I already had to endure a conversation on the bus with an 86 year old woman (who, in her own words, gets mistaken for a 55 or 60 year old all the time...yeah, me too...people frequently think I'm twelve, but I think that may be something completely different...) while she talked about her daughter who also went to UConn...where she was a nurse...and then went on to Rutgers where she became a lawyer...and now she lives on Martha's Vineyard (yeah, my disbelief settled in the moment her lips parted)...
I twice tried to tell her that I didn't actually go to UConn...I was just visiting. But, regardless, she continued with her questions about being a student a UConn. It didn't matter, really...it was a bit like talking to my mother where the questions are just posed to so she can come up with her own answers.
So, here I am...on a college campus. If I don't live within five miles of one, apparently I have to find someone who does in order to make my life complete. But, QP, the person I speak of, is still in class...so, I made my way to the student union. They have free wi-fi here...
I was looking to just settle down in one of the lounges and hang out until QP called...about an hour or so...but, when I stepped into the union's main entrance and walked down the stairs, I was greeted by a sea of bobbing ponytails and high-pitched twitters...I had walked directly into...
RUSH WEEK SIGN UP!
Ohmigod! Why didn't anyone tell me? I totally would've ditched my Spice Girls t-shirt and dressed more appropriately in a slightly above-the-knee skirt and pink Polo!
I could, you know...don't think I haven't thought about it before. There's something about some sorority girls that's despicably cute...and makes me want to curiously infiltrate their secret society (in a not in a dirty way, you pervert)...I've honestly never disliked them...I'm more fascinated, really...
But, again...my scruffy-nomad look would sooner have a sorority sister believing that I'd pitch a tepee (or, possibly, a yurt or wigwam...I'm not sure what kind of drifter I'd make either...) in the student union than sprint for the Rush Week sign up sheet...
I only had to endure a couple of analying looks...and then they let me through.
--- a likely story from --- themellenhead @ 4:31 PM 
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