Tuesday, August 16, 2005

 

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Today was borin'tation at Georgia Institute of Technology for Ph.D. students. There were almost 1000 of us. It was pretty bad. There were three and a half hours of 10 to 15 minute presentations, back to back, with no piss break. Then they got mad when people would get up to go to the bathroom. Most of the presentations, while thankfully short, were next to useless and rather annoying. Some of the presenters were very condescending. I'm sorry, but if a Ph.D. student can't remember to sign up for classes before a deadline they don't belong at the school; there is no reason to chastise the rest of us. The only good presenter was the female cop, who was very funny, and also very informative.

We were then lead on a tour around campus that I cut short. It was noon in Atlanta in August: hot. Once I discovered all of the places I needed to go to get all of my stuff taken care of I just wondered off the tour. One of the things I wanted was a MARTA student pass that I can only get from the Tech Box Office. Of course, these won't be available until next week. Oh good for me! I get to go back to the main campus, a task I was hoping I would have to do only on rare occasion since the Management school is across the interstate at Tech Square. Then I had to trek over to Health Services to have an angry black woman yell at a line of 30 Ph.D. students for about a half hour. Many of us older students should not be required to have hepatitis B vaccinations. Georgia Tech, however, has decided to go against most other schools, public health policy, state requirements, and do its own thing requiring all incoming students to have this vaccination. I'm only part way through the series of three shots so I had to have the hold removed from my account so I could sign up for classes on Wednesday.

Then I headed home. The train was late. Then when I got home I was greeted by a girlfriend mad at me because I'm in school. Even though I came with gifts I was still in trouble. Why? Because I wanted to make a sandwich, right away, at 3:00pm after having had nothing to eat since 7:00am rather than watch her open a box. We were nearly out of salad dressing and gasoline is $2.76 a gallon.

Hey, but when I feel like this, I just have to read this quote, or better yet, watch the movie, and feel much better ... repeat after me I push fucking buttons. I push fucking buttons . I push fucking buttons.

Comments:
It's just not the same to open presents alone.
 
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and I wasn't mad at you, I just didn't want to hear about your day at Tech, which you'd been complaining about how horrible orientation was all day with texts, how much it sucked, and how much you hated it. I would have gladly swittched places, so you could be the one at home, looking for a job for the last four months, unpacking, and I could be the one off in grad school orientation, dragging feet on chores, and complaing about how tiring my day sitting and listening to oh-so-boring speakers was. Must've been terrible to have someone at Tech not loving you with mouth, you who didn't know if you wanted to go to school, who wanted to put it off for at least a year, but had to be convinced by the department to stay. It was a bit of a difficult day for me, what with all of the job applications that didn't work, re-applying to jobs which had been re-posted since I'd applied previously, getting rejected from jobs I did and didn't apply to, because, you know, I really did want to go to school this year, I didn't half-ass my application, and I actually knew where the buildings were on campus. In conclusion, you could've been just a *bit* nicer and tried to talk about something other than the un-fun you had at orientation today. Yes, you showed up with the mail, but you also showed up with a "you have to hear about what I did at Tech today, and if you don't want to hear about it, you obviously don't care about me" attitude. It'd be nice if you thought about what I want to talk about, instead of just yourself.
 
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