Thursday, August 26, 2004
Ren: Part 3
Caustic Cindex
7. Novai
The calm after
8. Last Night's Synthony
"Let me tell you about what happened then"
9. The Glory
A hero enters
7. Novai
The calm after
8. Last Night's Synthony
"Let me tell you about what happened then"
9. The Glory
A hero enters
Broken promises
MANDATORY HALL MEETING 8:30 AT THORNHILL CENTER
LOTS OF FREE FOOD!!!!
It was the free food that attracted Matt and me to the meeting. We crowded into the back room at the center, which was filling up with freshmen guys. There were seriously only three or four women there, which was a bit depressing. After giving us some of the basic rules for living there, the RAs declared that the free food was, in fact, in the Calhoun Courts center, so we would walk there to get it.
There was some grumbling, but most of us shuffeled over there. We were ushered into a meeting room in the basement, where we discovered that there wasn't any food there. The chief RA consoled us:
"Don't worry! It's coming, it hasn't arrived yet!"
Someone asked whether or not it would be pizza, to which another RA responded that they didn't know yet.
Matt and I sat down and waited. And waited. And waited. Eventually Napoleon showed up, and proceeded to do an impression of John Kerry. Then, he went away, and returned with punch and cookies.
We began eating the punch and cookies, wondering when the real food was showing up, when someone else from RHA showed up, and started talking to us like we were in a meeting. She told us that there were positions to be held for changing things in Thornhill, etc. Someone interrupted her to find out when the food was coming. Then the horrible truth came out:
the small container of cookies was the food, we were being scammed into this RHA recruitment attempt.
Matt and I immediately put down our punch and left. Of all the dirty things to pull....
LOTS OF FREE FOOD!!!!
It was the free food that attracted Matt and me to the meeting. We crowded into the back room at the center, which was filling up with freshmen guys. There were seriously only three or four women there, which was a bit depressing. After giving us some of the basic rules for living there, the RAs declared that the free food was, in fact, in the Calhoun Courts center, so we would walk there to get it.
There was some grumbling, but most of us shuffeled over there. We were ushered into a meeting room in the basement, where we discovered that there wasn't any food there. The chief RA consoled us:
"Don't worry! It's coming, it hasn't arrived yet!"
Someone asked whether or not it would be pizza, to which another RA responded that they didn't know yet.
Matt and I sat down and waited. And waited. And waited. Eventually Napoleon showed up, and proceeded to do an impression of John Kerry. Then, he went away, and returned with punch and cookies.
We began eating the punch and cookies, wondering when the real food was showing up, when someone else from RHA showed up, and started talking to us like we were in a meeting. She told us that there were positions to be held for changing things in Thornhill, etc. Someone interrupted her to find out when the food was coming. Then the horrible truth came out:
the small container of cookies was the food, we were being scammed into this RHA recruitment attempt.
Matt and I immediately put down our punch and left. Of all the dirty things to pull....
Of short skirts and prickly bushes
Matt and I exited out of the back of Holmes, after a failed attempt to find Mike. Just as we walked out, a black cat ran out from behind the Union Underground and into the prickly bush that surrounds the back of Holmes. Right behind her was a tiny tiny black kitten.
I was on my hands and knees peering into the shade of the bush when I finally saw the little mite looking back at me. He was very young, and as curious as he was scared. My heart wrenched as I saw that the skin under his right eye hung a little lower, an indication that he wasn't doing so well in this world.
I have little self-control when it comes to trying to help cats, for I am a huge fan. A few years ago, I discovered there were kittens living near Holmes, which I attempted to feed every day until I realized that a lady that worked in the adjacent building was doing the same thing. I knew that the mother was probably too feral to either capture or find a home for, but I know that everyone wants a kitten, so I figured I'd nab it and find it a good home. Much to Matt's dismay, I was crouching a few feet away from the black ball of fluff, slowly inching towards it. It didn't seem too frightened, but it inched away from me enough to make me stop.
A pretty girl with blonde hair and a short skirt walked up. She was youngish... I'd say either a freshman or a sophomore. She recognized that I was calling to a kitten, and quickly joined me on the grounded, cooing to this poor little kitten. Matt, understandably, got fed up and left after a while. I stayed with the pretty blond girl. After about 10 minutes, the kitten also got fed up and began to slink off through the bush. I wasn't ready to give up without a fight, so I followed it until the prickly holly bush got thinner, then, much to my immediate pain as I was wearing shorts, I climbed in with it.
The girl watched me as I slowly inched towards the two yellow-green eyes. I looked at the kitten once more, then back at the girl.
"Do you think it has claws yet," I asked.
"Not very big ones," she replied.
I nodded, then quickly snatched at the cat, which proceeded to run off into the bush. I sighed, and clambered out. The girl continued to look for it while I fetched our backpacks. She thanked me when I gave her stuff to her, then announced she had given up. I thanked her for her help, and we went our separate ways. "I love cats," she mumbled, as she walked away. I should have told her my name, I thought while watching her leave.
"You stubborn little bugger," I muttered to the holly bush, then moped off.
I was on my hands and knees peering into the shade of the bush when I finally saw the little mite looking back at me. He was very young, and as curious as he was scared. My heart wrenched as I saw that the skin under his right eye hung a little lower, an indication that he wasn't doing so well in this world.
I have little self-control when it comes to trying to help cats, for I am a huge fan. A few years ago, I discovered there were kittens living near Holmes, which I attempted to feed every day until I realized that a lady that worked in the adjacent building was doing the same thing. I knew that the mother was probably too feral to either capture or find a home for, but I know that everyone wants a kitten, so I figured I'd nab it and find it a good home. Much to Matt's dismay, I was crouching a few feet away from the black ball of fluff, slowly inching towards it. It didn't seem too frightened, but it inched away from me enough to make me stop.
A pretty girl with blonde hair and a short skirt walked up. She was youngish... I'd say either a freshman or a sophomore. She recognized that I was calling to a kitten, and quickly joined me on the grounded, cooing to this poor little kitten. Matt, understandably, got fed up and left after a while. I stayed with the pretty blond girl. After about 10 minutes, the kitten also got fed up and began to slink off through the bush. I wasn't ready to give up without a fight, so I followed it until the prickly holly bush got thinner, then, much to my immediate pain as I was wearing shorts, I climbed in with it.
The girl watched me as I slowly inched towards the two yellow-green eyes. I looked at the kitten once more, then back at the girl.
"Do you think it has claws yet," I asked.
"Not very big ones," she replied.
I nodded, then quickly snatched at the cat, which proceeded to run off into the bush. I sighed, and clambered out. The girl continued to look for it while I fetched our backpacks. She thanked me when I gave her stuff to her, then announced she had given up. I thanked her for her help, and we went our separate ways. "I love cats," she mumbled, as she walked away. I should have told her my name, I thought while watching her leave.
"You stubborn little bugger," I muttered to the holly bush, then moped off.
