It's a slow day at work and I'm on a post-sugar cookie high. Thought I'd use my time to share instead of scouring the New York Times website again for stories of strange and interesting.
You can never go home again, and you can never relive your freshman year of college...except if you're a summer resident at one of GW's dorms. I'm one for nostalgia, just not this kind:
1. Early a.m. fire alarms because someone burned something in the provided microwave - although it is always somehwhat entertaining to see how everyone reacts. And there's an opportunity to learn new things: Last time I learned (via an overheard cell phone conversation) that investment bankers work on Sundays and every day into the wee hours of the morning. No thanks.
2. Damage - the glass front doors to my building are currently smashed out. What's up with the violence, yo?
3. Locking yourself out. This happened to me yesterday, and it will probably happen again. It's a loonnng walk to get that replacement key, but it's just part of the experience.
4. Weird smells. Nuff' said.
5. Randomness. Last week I desperately needed to take a shower after going running, but the women's bathroom was locked on my floor...and on the next floor. I was sweaty sweaty and decided to take a chance in the men's, knowing full well that if caught people would think I was a creeper. My pink toenails would have given me away in a second, but I don't think anyone saw me - I hope!
Considering, though, I have it good - another intern told me today that her room at a student boarding house came with a "pet rat." When she moved in her roommate suggested that they use books to cover the vent that the little creature scurries from.
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