Unlucky

So I took my external hard drive down to my friend's room to exchange music with him.  I gained a few gigs of music and he took about five from my hard drive.  When I was leaving his room, I dropped the hard drive.  The drive still seems to run, but is not detected on any computers.  The tragedy is that I had all of my music on the hard drive, since my computer does not have enough memory to hold all of it.  Hopefully I can get it fixed and recover the files.  Today was a sad day.

Friday 13... Ugh.

Update

This semester has been insanely busy.  It feels like classes just started, but a third of the semester has already past.  I haven't had much time to really collect my thoughts let alone record all of the stuff that's been going on.  So here's the gist of it so far.

I applied for a job as a resident advisor for next year.  The interview was a little crazy.  My loan money had not come in yet, which meant that I had to borrow dress clothes since I had none of my own.  My RA was kind enough to loan me a shirt, tie, and pants, though he is quite a bit shorter than I am so the pants didn't even reach my ankles.  I borrowed my former suite mate's shoes. (I forgot I never mentioned that I got a new room all to myself now.)  So I walked down to the Residence Life Office, where I was interrogated by not one, but four people.  Thankfully, I sat on the opposite side of a large desk, so attention could not be drawn to the fact that I appeared to be anticipating a flood or something.  

I kind of covered the group processing part of the application in the last blog, which thankfully was on a separate day and very casual in dress. This section was designed to examine how we worked in groups (hence the name).  It was actually pretty fun.  For the last activity, my group had to design a program using a disposable camera, a notebook, and a banana (that was interesting to say the least).  Apparently, I did pretty well.  I got a letter on Monday saying that I was hired.  The hall they're putting me in is on the opposite end of campus as all of my classes, but next year will be $8000 cheaper and I will have a steady pay check all year, so the benefits greatly out-weigh the drawbacks.  

I've also been helping set up the 9th Annual Bethany Schumaker Memorial Volleyball Tournament for the Battle Against Cancer.  I even put together a team to compete in the tournament.  We have only two players on the team who are actually experienced in volleyball out of a team of nine, so we've been spending as much time as we can practicing at the gym.  We all decided that it doesn't matter if we win, we just want to beat the Hall Director's team (although we have gotten quite a bit better).  

I'm using some of my loan money to buy a new desktop.  I ordered one online today for $500.  I need a computer that is able to run programs for some of my classes and this laptop just isn't cutting it anymore.  Thankfully, most of my friends here in the hall are computer geniuses, so they helped me put together a cheap, high performance computer (which kinda sounds like an oxymoron, but it works).  

Well that is all I can think of right now.  I will try to keep you all up-to-date a bit more often in the future.

Blondes

Have you ever wondered who exactly gave blondes a bad name?  Well I think I found that girl during group processing for the RA position I applied for.  The processing consisted of 3 events in different rooms throughout a 3 hour time period.  While leaving the second event, I stopped to ask directions from a group standing out in the hall, and that's when SHE spoke up.  

"OH, Steve!" She exclaimed.

Thinking it was someone I had met at some point in time, I turned and said "Yeah?"

Excited to announce as if it was some Earth shattering breakthrough, "My brother's name is Steve.  He spells it the same way, too." 

Uh-huh...  I don't know what exactly influenced this outburst, but I now have a much clearer definition of the phrase "blonde moment."  Please don't get me wrong, I don't believe all blondes are like this and I know that everyone is capable of such acts, but it really made me think of the stereotype.  Especially because the first thing that anyone asks after I tell the story is "Was she blonde?"

I would like to end by saying that the majority of blonde's that I know personally seem to be rather intelligent and I am sorry if anyone took this post offensively.  I am simply attempting to shed light on those responsible for the stereotype.