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Do we need to stage an intervention?
My roommate on my plants...
The results of my Painting II class.
The first 3 are available on my Etsy site if anyone is interested in acquiring them :)
Those are some classy-ass nibbles
- awesome old roomate
That Building we Keep the Westphal Students in
College is a time where you’re supposed to mature, to prepare for the real world. Well, unless you’re an art student and college is where you let all your crazy out and act like a five year old hopped up on black coffee and too much cinnamon toast crunch. The URBN Center functions as Drexel’s insane asylum for all the “creative” students that act like this. It’s a little bit off from the rest of the campus so we don’t terrorize the “normal” people. Especially now, around finals time, it becomes a battlefield of students brandishing exacto knives, sheers, computer mouses, and riding into battle on swivel chairs and stolen janitor carts.
Any Westphal student has their share of URBN horror stories, including the graduate students and teachers. Anyone that has ever been doing work in the building when a power outage occurs can attest to the fact that it was like someone dropped a nuclear bomb on the hopes and dreams of those people. Nothing says hopelessness like losing 12 hours of rendering to the crushing darkness of a power failure. It usually results in screams of anger and crying echoing through the entire building.
If you haven’t been to URBN, I'll let you in on a little secret. There’s a screening room on the second floor that has stairs that lead to the graduate lab. The doors to the graduate lab are glass, like the rest of the windows in URBN (makes it feel like we’re being observed…). But there are curtains covering those windows for a specific reason. People fall asleep in the screening room all the time. There are lots of somewhat comfortable cushions there so it's one of the more ideal places to nap during finals. Might not want to after this though… The reason they put up the curtains was that one time during finals week a bunch of people decided to sleep there in the nude. When they woke up they did some… unsavory things that no one needed to see. So if you’re ever in URBN and feel sleepy, just remember that.
To be fair, URBN has some really great points. If you find an empty classroom you can commandeer it as a screening room while you work. The Avengers on a screen as big as my bedroom wall was pretty cool even while stressing over finals. It helps when people show up and join you. Exploring all the floors is also fun. Because we’re all five year olds, it makes for the perfect place to play hide and seek. That being said, I’ve never personally done it… Someone, somewhere, needs to make that happen.
Those Times People Stop You for Stupid Reasons
Chances are that if you’ve ever been outside, you’ve had a random stranger stop you for something or other. That’s not all that uncommon, especially if you live in a city. 9/10 times it’s usually a homeless person. But every once in a while you get those weird occurrences where you just need to stop and go “What the hell just happened to me?” It seems like during my time in college, those occurrences have become a lot less rare.
This was actually fairly recent. I was walking back to my dorm after class and I was stopped by a girl about my age. She said she was sorry to bother me but she had a question. She didn’t seem crazy so I told her to go ahead. She then explained she was with a bible study group and asked what I believed in. Because I’m a horrible person I wanted to say Zeus, Odin, or Satan just to mess with her. But she seemed like someone that wouldn’t take that well. When I give her my actual answer she just stared at me blankly, probably not expecting the answer I gave, and then recited a speech I’m sure she had rehearsed about coming to a bible study discussion somewhere on campus. Not sure if it’s obvious but I didn’t attend and I’m pretty sure after she heard my answer she knew I wouldn’t.
Freshman year for me probably had the most entertaining of these moments though. One day during spring term everyone was noticing there were a bunch of bald men dressed similarly trying to sell books. I personally didn’t get stopped by one of these people but a few of my friends did. Apparently they were monks that had been studying in the Himalayas, they claimed they had come to Drexel’s campus to teach people. One of them offered my friend a book and told him it was a new translation of some ancient book written in Sanskrit. He gave my friend the book for free but asked for a donation. When my friend told him he didn’t have any cash, the MONK responded, “Oh, I have a card reader.” Needless to say that was a little fishy so my friend made the excuse that he was late for class. The monk let him keep the book anyway but he gave it back anyway.
I think the most confusing though is the green energy people. Don’t get me wrong, I think what they’re trying to do is great but let’s look at this logically. They set up in the center of a college campus, full of mostly college students, living in dorms and apartments… And they want to try and get us to switch to a cleaner more efficient energy source. Does anyone else see anything wrong with that? Whoever thought that was a good idea clearly doesn’t understand what it means to be a college campus in a city. Almost everyone I know has been stopped at least once a term by these people and they all give the same answer I do, “I live on a college campus…”
Well those are the most relevant of the stories I have on this topic. I probably have more entertaining ones but remembering things is something I’m not so good at. If you reblog this, make sure to add your own stories!
bonjour mes petits croissants!!!
Kol B'rama Nishma
I head this song a few minutes ago...and it's beautiful!
קוֹל בְּרָמָה נִשְׁמָע נְהִי בְּכִי תַמְרוּרִים רָחֵל מְבַכָּה עַל בָּנֶיהָ מֵאֲנָה לְהִנָּחֵם עַל בָּנֶיהָ כִּי אֵינֶנּוּ. כֹּה אָמַר ה’ מִנְעִי קוֹלֵךְ מִבֶּכִי וְעֵינַיִךְ מִדִּמְעָה כִּי יֵשׁ שָׂכָר לִפְעֻלָּתֵךְ נְאֻם ה’ וְשָׁבוּ מֵאֶרֶץ אוֹיֵב. וְיֵשׁ תִּקְוָה לְאַחֲרִיתֵךְ נְאֻם ה’ וְשָׁבוּ בָנִים לִגְבוּלָם.