Toastie ‘97

9:35PM

I found a PC in the computer lab where Larry and I are in order for Larry to print out a football pool sheet. I’m sure I don’t have very much time to write anything, but I’ll try to type out whatever I can.

My roommates were such a pain in the ass on Thursday night that I got only 45 minutes of sleep. They came back from their outing and turned the lights on and kept talking. I couldn’t take it. I told them off and left with my blanket and pillow (again.) But I couldn’t fall asleep in any commons room. I eventually wound up on Trent 2, where I couldn’t sleep, so I wrote Susan a letter. I told her my latest problems, that I was glad we had talked, and that I really felt like I had to move to West.

I slept from around 6:15 until 7:00. I went to see Bob Busby, and he told me I could switch, but he’d rather I confront my roommates first, since that was a skill I need in life. He also told me that a single on West would run me (rather, run Mom) $4300, whereas my current room is about $2500. So I couldn’t leave being sure of where I’ll be living after fall break. I did go to my philosophy class and got my exam back with a 97. That was a thing to know.

I felt such mixed emotions when I went back to Trent for the final preparations to leave. I said goodbye to Natalie and to Susan. I paced my room, very relieved that I’d soon be leaving. I felt like I really wanted to stay in Trent. I left my roommates a nice note apologizing for being a dick, but telling them that I really needed to get sleep, but that I didn’t think I could really move, and that we should talk after break.

[Larry is done.] Yesterday’s travels were rough on me. Perhaps I’ll explain at a later time. I’ve thought a lot (which isn’t too hard for me) about whether I should stay in Trent or move to Lancaster, and I did talk to Mom again today. And I think that I’m pretty much leaning towards moving. In the end, that should be the best thing for me.