English 1016 Log

Speaking of fiascos...I hate computers and printers and all types of technical problems which come along with technological advances. Anyway. So, scheduling these Unravel workshops was terrible, cuz I have a schedule on crack and it was near impossible to fit in a time without skipping a class. Then, my inner blonde completely spaced my Unravel One, and my scheduled U2 was for the day after that. I had to start from scratch, swallow my distaste for the city and put my name down for a saturday session with the understanding of my fiance that we would go home as SOON as it ended. My Unravel 1 was at Wilson at 1:00 on that fridgid Saturday. I walked from Centennial to the bus stop across from Moos Towers withmy back to the wind (i.e. backwards the whole way) and found out that the connector only comes every half hour. It was 12:40, I hadn't taken my purse so I didn't have any money, and I decided to save $62 this semester by -not- getting the upass, which is one of those things you never need until you need it, like right then. Fortunately, the driver of the 16 that pulled up at 12:53 was a kind soul, he let me ride the few blocks to Wiley. I admit that it was very eerie walking the empty tunnels to Wilson. I had a class on the west bank last semester and the corridors had always been packed full of people, with the pizza smell from Bene and the coffee smells from Java City wafting over the noise. It was silent. It smelled like day old buffing. Wilson seemed gratefully empty, with the lack of stressed and cramming kids and finals and midterms a comfortable distance in the future. I got lost trying to find the room, asked three people who didn't know where it is, and finally ended up following a determined looking adult to s130 where I sat in front of a computer while a librarian spent two hours explaining the U's self explanitory library website. I have to admit that the Assignment Calculator is very nifty though.