Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I had one class today...
...and I was 15 minutes late to it.
I didn't wake up too late,
I didn't run into someone on the way and talk for too long,
I didn't watch Final Jeopardy when I should have left after the second round,
and I didn't get lost.
Allow me to digress...
When I'm not talking to someone, I'm bored. When I'm bored, I like to create worthless games to entertain myself.
Last year, I began playing a game where I try not to touch any doors while on campus.
Some days I don't take the game that seriously.
Today was a serious day.
I left for class with ten minutes to spare (plenty of time). I walked casually to the building and then up to the door...
Usually within the first 30 seconds, someone opens the door, leaves the building and I slyly slide behind them and the closing door.
Today was not a usual day.
You know when you call a girl (or guy) and she doesn't pick up and you're (desperately) waiting for her to call you back? You keep looking at your phone expecting her to call at any second...
...and she never calls.
Well that's how I felt today waiting outside my class. After 5 minutes, I called my mom. After 12, I considered returning home. When the kid in a red sweatshirt exited the building at fourteen minutes past, I almost hugged him (but I would have missed the closing door).
I jogged up the stairs, rounded the corner and when I saw the wide open door to the classroom, said a silent prayer of thanks.
I entered the class (feigning being out of breath) and quietly took my seat.
Would that fly in the real world?
Monday, October 27, 2008
You know that age-old joke about how all college kids have no money?
You know that age-old joke about how no one has any money when the stock market crashes?
You know where I'm going with this?
I, along with everyone else, am broke. So I went out and got a pencil-pushing job for some extra bills to get me through the semester. I work for the national office of my Fraternity in a small office in Carrboro. Aside from helping them improve their website, I don't get to do anything really cool. Mostly a bunch of paper filing, folding and stamping.
I'm fine with that; I need the spare change. But in a time of economic stress, most companies are trying to be as efficient as possible.
Occasionally, I spent time working on packets, handouts, etc. that my Fraternity will be receiving in the next semester. For the last three days, I've been organizing, stapling and binding a packet that is to be sent out to each chapter (alpha) of our Fraternity.
I know that when I receive this packet in two weeks, I'm going to immediately throw it away.
Talk about frustrating...
When you've only been there for a week though, it's tough to tell your boss, who's spent a bunch of money on some pamphlet, that "this just isn't going to work."
Next year, if all goes according to plan, I'll be working in an ad agency somewhere. Advertising is going through a big transition phase right now and a lot of the old stuff just doesn't work anymore.
After today, I don't think I can stomach working for a place that's still handing out pamphlets, doing mass mailings, etc.
Even if it's worth the money for me, it's not worth money in general.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Halloween in Chapel Hill is one of the greatest nights of the year. In my experience though, it's only as good as your costume and group costumes are always better than something you threw together by yourself.
A brief history:
Freshmen Year: Purple Cobras from Dodgeball
Sophomore Year: Coors Light Cold Train
Junior Year: Care Bears
This year, my friend Garrett and I decided to be Timon and Pumbaa. Subsequently, a bunch of people joined in and now we have the entire Lion King cast.
I don't want to be running around at the last minute making this costume but I don't really know how to become Timon.
Monday, October 13, 2008
There comes a point in everyone's life where they realize that they just can't handle something.
For some it's a relationship. Others, a job.
For me, it's online courses.
I tried. I tried setting aside specific hours each week where I had to work on that class. I tried moving that class to the top of my work priorities. Instead of improving, my other classes suffered.
So I made the executive decision this morning to drop the course.
I've never dropped a class before. I didn't know how. And you know what...
It's not easy.
And maybe it shouldn't be that easy. Maybe UNC doesn't want people to get a bad grade on a test, drink a little too much, go online and in a moment of angry spontaneity, drop a course. Fair enough.
But maybe it shouldn't be that hard either...
I went to the Journalism advising office today, signed in and waited 15 minutes to ask an assistant what to do if I want to drop a class. She informed me that "all class-dropping is handled in the Steele building."
So I strolled over to Steele and asked the receptionist where to go to drop a class. After I told her my major (Journalism), she instructed me down some stairs to the basement.
Have you ever walked in on a couple that just broke up? Everyone's crying, angry and absolutely does not want to see you.
That's sort of how I felt in the basement of Steele. Today was the last day you could drop a class. Students were packed in a tiny, hot, smelly room with one sweaty, balding guy walking around with a clipboard trying desperately to keep things organized.
So I signed in, scanned the room for the cutest girl that I could find, walked near (but not too near) her and made idle conversation.
Have you ever walked in on a couple that just broke up? Don't try to talk to the girl. She's not ready.
After 5 minutes of chitchat and 15 minutes of (really not too near) solitaire, Sweaty Bald Guy called my (badly mispronounced) name.
He confirmed my major and year and informed me that "the Journalism school handles all registration issues with seniors."
I looked at him like he was an idiot. He looked at me like I was an idiot. And I went on my way.
On my stroll back to the J-School, I tried to figure out where I'd gone wrong. I couldn't. And decided to let it go.
Back at the J-School, I signed in (15 spots below where I'd signed in an hour ago) and sat down in the only open seat. The girl next to me took an interest in my class schedule and in 10 minutes convinced me to take an Audio-Video Information Gathering class with her to replace the online class I was trying to drop. She seemed nice enough. Could be fun.
Finally, the advisor called my name, I told her my situation and she handed me a form. I filled it out, signed it, she signed it and handed it back to me.
I handed it back to her.
She handed it back to me.
With a confused look on my face I asked, "What do I do with this?" She informed me that I needed to give it to the receptionist at the Student and Academic Services Building (SASB) by 5:00pm.
She looked at me like I was an idiot. I looked at me like I was an idiot. And I went on my way.
SASB is a 20 minute walk from the J-School and it was 4:45pm.
I strolled (briskly) to SASB, walked in and asked the receptionist where to go if I wanted to drop a class. She pointed up and I ascended a staircase to find the woman I'd been dreaming about all day.
I asked her, "Is this where I drop this off?" She said, "Of course" as if implying, where else would you take it. I walked out thinking...
There has got to be an easier way to do that.
I don't know much about next year. But at least I won't have to drop a class.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
I spent the morning laying around with my friends watching football. At around 5:30pm, three friends and I decided to go outside and play a little basketball. While shooting, we all realized that we were inexplicably depressed.
We'd all had a great weekend. Thursday night we had a great party, Friday we'd gone to a great cocktail, and Saturday our football team annihilated a ranked UCONN and moved into the AP top 25 for the first time since 2001.
What we couldn't figure out was why we were all feeling so down. One friend voiced it well by saying,
"I just feel like sitting in a corner and staring at a wall."
After discussing our condition for a while, we diagnosed it as an after-weekend funk.
Even with little work due this week, because there was nothing to look forward to until Tuesday night, we'd caught it. Then, in a moment of clarity, the med-school applicant of the bunch thought of the cure...
...thank god for Karaoke night at He's Not.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Alpha Chi (a sorority in Chapel Hill) has a cocktail every year called Hayride. It's supposed to be one of the better sorority cocktails. As a senior, I've never been and my last chance is tonight.
Earlier in the week, I was joking with a friend of mine named Jordan (girl) about how I was never going to get to experience Hayride. She told me she'd try her best to get me a date.
Yesterday, she send the following email to the Alpha Chi listserv:
"Hey ladies. Still need a date? I know just the man. I don't want to say Alex Pomer is desperate to go, but no other word comes to mind right now. He is a senior Chi Psi and tons of fun. I know plenty of Alpha Chi's who have taken him to functions, but none who've regretted it. He is the self proclaimed best dancer in Chapel Hill and impossible not to get along with. When I say he's one of a kind I'm not kidding. Seriously, if you don't have a date yet and you're looking for a good time (and I mean that in the most innocent sense) Alex would be an incredible date. I've already got mine, but I'd love to see Alex there with any Alpha Chi having a great time. Bonus, I bet he'd be so excited to go he would carry your cooler (if you know what I mean). But in all honesty he's wonderful and it's his last year to try and go. Did I mention he's desperate and a ball of fun? Let me know if you want the hook up."
Today at 4:00pm (the cocktail starts at 6), a sophomore girl called me and needed a date because her date couldn't go. I don't know anything about the girl but who cares?
It's Hayride. And I'm a senior.
...is going to be a lot harder than I thought.
I register for classes for the last time tomorrow. I need 12 hours to graduate. No problem, right?
Last Friday, realizing I wasn't sure which classes/perspectives I still needed to fulfill, I tried to get an advising appointment. There were none left. No senior advisors, no journalism advisors, nothing.
So I thought to myself, I'm a smart guy, I can figure this out.
I'm sitting at my computer, trying to figure out which classes to take and the online Analysis of Academic Progress reads:
"An Automated Degree Audit (Analysis of Academic Progress) for the Pre Fall 2006 Curriculum is no longer available in Student Central. Students enrolled in the Pre Fall 2006 Curriculum should consult their advisor regarding requirements that satisfy his/her degree program."
So freshmen, sophomores and juniors can figure out what they need to graduate but for all you seniors, you're on your own. That makes no sense. What the hell University?
Oh well, I'll just go to the journalism UNC page and figure out what exactly is required for me to graduate.
The website is down. Good timing Journalism School. The day before seniors register for their last classes, let's do some scheduled maintenance.
The bad news: I have no idea how to graduate.
The good news: maybe the Real World is more than a semester away.