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Mitch Albom - Detroiters carry on amid the hardships
I may not be a native Michigander or a Detroiter by any stretch of the imagination, but this still touches me. Detroit may have bet everything on the auto industry and lost, but the day I found out Senate kept denying us our bailout package (and eventually gave it to them with such strict controls) that they so easily gave to the banking industry that caused the current economic mess our country is in. The government gave the banking industry a massive loan and said, here, have a party. And then I go to Fark and read about AIG executives taking lavish vacations and throwing extravagant parties. The auto industry may have made their mistakes, but the people of Detroit or the people of Michigan has done nothing wrong.
I may not be a native Michigander or a Detroiter by any stretch of the imagination, but this still touches me. Detroit may have bet everything on the auto industry and lost, but the day I found out Senate kept denying us our bailout package (and eventually gave it to them with such strict controls) that they so easily gave to the banking industry that caused the current economic mess our country is in. The government gave the banking industry a massive loan and said, here, have a party. And then I go to Fark and read about AIG executives taking lavish vacations and throwing extravagant parties. The auto industry may have made their mistakes, but the people of Detroit or the people of Michigan has done nothing wrong.
wherein I complain about college bureacracies (because they kind of suck)
This winter break has been vastly different from the last few: I'm not in a hurry to get back to Albion just quite yet. The chance came up for me to go home to I suppose what would be today (Sunday), but after some thought, I denied it.
I guess it's because this year, strangely, I get along better with my family. Maybe it was a teen-years thing and now that I have reached my second decade the hostility just kind of... faded. I don't know why, but this break has been very peaceful with me just loafing around the house and watching television, not having to go anywhere or spend any money to entertain myself (Not in that way, either. Don't act like you weren't thinking about it, because I know you. And I know you were.). I think the sooner I go back, the sooner I'd be denying myself the pleasure of being able to sit around and loaf. Going back to the lower peninsula means going to work and classes soon. So, I'm going downstate Thursday as previously planned.
I also have to give Albion College ResLife a call on Monday to see if I can start moving in on Thursday. They want me to move in on Sunday (the 18th), but I'm going to be busy all day with the recruitment workshop and won't be able to have my stuff out of Mitchell by the time the new tenant would like to move in. Hopefully, this means instead of sleeping in the lodge during workshop, which is ill-equipped to handle 40 overnight guests, I will be able to sleep in the comfort of my own room, not on laminate flooring or ceramic tile. There's a reason we don't live in our houses at Albion - they weren't made to be lived in. I would rather avoid sleeping the floor, getting dirty and cranky from not being able to take a shower (40 girls + 2 showers = not good) and being cranky from having to sleep on said floor, because I just KNOW all of the futons and couches will be taken. I was never one to enjoy sleepovers as a kid, and I certainly don't enjoy them any more as a surlier young adult. Otherwise, I just may be angry enough at ResLife to spit tacks. Big ones. All over their cushy little offices. In a passive-agressive hope that they step on them and it annoys them.
Figuring all this out the other day and realizing I needed to get all of this in line ASAP, I tried emailing my RD (residence director) the other day to said up the appointment to move in (because she told me to) and I got an auto-reply to my email that said she was going to be out of the office until the 18th. SO THAT CLEARLY DOES ME A LOT OF GOOD. I mean, really now - what person at a college takes a vacation that ends TWO DAYS BEFORE SECOND SEMESTER? Especially when that person is semi in-charge of WHERE PEOPLE LIVE.
While I may be tired of the bureaucracies of a colleges' mere exsistance and even more tired at the thought of having to sleep on a cold-ass floor, this is something I will never tire of, even though it's from the first season of How I Met Your Mother:
Apologies for the French subtitles. Isn't it delightful?
I guess it's because this year, strangely, I get along better with my family. Maybe it was a teen-years thing and now that I have reached my second decade the hostility just kind of... faded. I don't know why, but this break has been very peaceful with me just loafing around the house and watching television, not having to go anywhere or spend any money to entertain myself (Not in that way, either. Don't act like you weren't thinking about it, because I know you. And I know you were.). I think the sooner I go back, the sooner I'd be denying myself the pleasure of being able to sit around and loaf. Going back to the lower peninsula means going to work and classes soon. So, I'm going downstate Thursday as previously planned.
I also have to give Albion College ResLife a call on Monday to see if I can start moving in on Thursday. They want me to move in on Sunday (the 18th), but I'm going to be busy all day with the recruitment workshop and won't be able to have my stuff out of Mitchell by the time the new tenant would like to move in. Hopefully, this means instead of sleeping in the lodge during workshop, which is ill-equipped to handle 40 overnight guests, I will be able to sleep in the comfort of my own room, not on laminate flooring or ceramic tile. There's a reason we don't live in our houses at Albion - they weren't made to be lived in. I would rather avoid sleeping the floor, getting dirty and cranky from not being able to take a shower (40 girls + 2 showers = not good) and being cranky from having to sleep on said floor, because I just KNOW all of the futons and couches will be taken. I was never one to enjoy sleepovers as a kid, and I certainly don't enjoy them any more as a surlier young adult. Otherwise, I just may be angry enough at ResLife to spit tacks. Big ones. All over their cushy little offices. In a passive-agressive hope that they step on them and it annoys them.
Figuring all this out the other day and realizing I needed to get all of this in line ASAP, I tried emailing my RD (residence director) the other day to said up the appointment to move in (because she told me to) and I got an auto-reply to my email that said she was going to be out of the office until the 18th. SO THAT CLEARLY DOES ME A LOT OF GOOD. I mean, really now - what person at a college takes a vacation that ends TWO DAYS BEFORE SECOND SEMESTER? Especially when that person is semi in-charge of WHERE PEOPLE LIVE.
While I may be tired of the bureaucracies of a colleges' mere exsistance and even more tired at the thought of having to sleep on a cold-ass floor, this is something I will never tire of, even though it's from the first season of How I Met Your Mother:
Apologies for the French subtitles. Isn't it delightful?
the ladies who brunch
I have found the Sault Ste. Marie equivalent of The Ladies Who Lunch.
The Cranky Looking Old Ladies Who Brunch At Penny's Kitchen.
And I just wanted to eat my (not very good) blueberry sourdough (I don't think pancakes should EVER be made with sourdough. Makes it air dangerously close to being savory instead of sweet. Especially with blueberries? I mean, seriously, people) pancakes without being looked at disapprovingly by a pack of blue-hairs. I bet they're staring at me because they know my grandmother or something. This tends to happen quite a bit.
Damn small towns.
The Cranky Looking Old Ladies Who Brunch At Penny's Kitchen.
And I just wanted to eat my (not very good) blueberry sourdough (I don't think pancakes should EVER be made with sourdough. Makes it air dangerously close to being savory instead of sweet. Especially with blueberries? I mean, seriously, people) pancakes without being looked at disapprovingly by a pack of blue-hairs. I bet they're staring at me because they know my grandmother or something. This tends to happen quite a bit.
Damn small towns.