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Disclaimer: The following post is essentially a rant. By no means do I intend to generalize about or defame Bryn Mawr’s integrity. This blog post is simply a means to get something off my chest and is not meant to be a general representation of my school. I love it here, but as it is the case in virtually any community, some people suck.

Two nights ago, my dormitory held a meeting. This is one of the many rewards of small colleges; issues are more likely to be resolved by the students instead of the often stringent authorities. While I entered the meeting fairly pleasant in demeanor, the same cannot be said of my feelings afterwards. In as few words as possible, I just wish some people would grow the fuck up already.

At my school, laundry is free (although not technically if you consider our bloated tuition). Okay, that’s all fine and dandy, but perhaps if people had to pay for it, the chaos that typically ensues in the laundry room would not take place. Every single year, it’s the same thing. Inconsiderate people wash their clothes and leave them in the washer for hours on end. Have I no right to be pissed off when it’s my turn to wash?

I understand that Bryn Mawr is incredibly demanding, but goddammit, if you can take responsibility for your studies, you damn sure can do the same thing about your clothes. A bunch of girls at the meeting were whining about how they tend to forget about their clothes, and as the babying continued by way of the dorm presidents and hall advisers, my mind flooded with violent imagery. A rant is to follow.

To every mother who has been doing her children’s laundry up to ages where they should have been doing their own, I curse you. The housekeeper should not have to gather your daughter’s clothing from the laundry room after its been sitting there for weeks and put it into the various free boxes on the hall. No one should have to hike up and down the stairs between your daughter’s room and the laundry room to remind her that she needs to remove her clothes. When your daughter is nowhere to be found and there is too much clothing in the laundry room, I really shouldn’t have to put her clothing on the floor because there is nowhere else to put it since there are so many inconsiderate assholes like your daughter. Yes, everyone forgets things every once in a while - I too have committed this crime - but for serious though, some people never learn.

After the meeting finally moved on to another topic, it became evident that the babying would not stop there. One student, as a member of the recycling committee on campus, brought up the issue of people placing the wrong types of plastics in the recycling bin. She patiently explained that each article of plastic should have a number on the bottom of it describing what kind of plastic it was and whether it should be recycled.

Just above the yellow recycling bin, there is a poster listing which numbers of plastic can go into the bin. Six is not one of them, and yet people continue to toss said plastic into the bin. Do you know what some of the girls at the meeting asked of her? They wanted her to create another diagram demonstrating what could and couldn’t be tossed into the recycling bin. Good grief.

It takes about three seconds to flip a friggin’ plastic cup upside down and read a simple number encapsulated in the universal recycling logo and compare it to the acceptable numbers on the poster. I could tell the recycling committee girl was as frustrated as I was by her facial expression and departure from the room. I simply shook my head and went on my way as well.

For Mawrters (as students are affectionately called here) to be so smart, (and I see testaments to their intelligence almost everyday) they do incredibly stupid shit sometimes. Or maybe, if I was feeling at all optimistic, they’re just some lazy ass motherfuckers. That’s fine, just please, do it on your own time.

What is it about the awful things that happen in life that makes them so much more compelling to write about? Now that I am content with virtually every niche of my life, I feel like I have nothing to say.

I guess I need to expand my horizons and write on other topics, like music, or current events! God knows I’m not well informed. But it is just so much easier to complain instead, perhaps even a little more fun. Probably not as entertaining though.

But I digress. I’ve got something to get off my chest, so I’m going to complain about it here. Something about writing it down reminds me not to go about doing it in person. I’ve found out the hard way that people don’t really like it. Curse the female condition!

As the fifth week of classes come to a close, it makes sense that things are starting to get a bit more demanding. That’s not my issue, in fact, I welcome the challenge. Lately I’ve actually been working genuinely hard, although I admit there’s always room for improvement. Yeah, that’s great.

Now, enter, the group project. Peer-editing has always been something I’ve dreaded, not so much in doing it, but in receiving it. I love constructive criticism, but when I am forced into an agreement of efforts with another person and the other individual does not hold their own, do I not have the right to be pissed the fuck off?

Tuesday afternoon, my partner did not show up to class. I couldn’t be bothered to hunt her down on campus, so I thought I’d wait it out until today’s class. I stared her down during class, and when the bell tower rang at four, I practically lunged at her from across the table.

Instead of just handing over her late peer-editing commentary, she only offered up some lame-ass excuse and an “Oh I must hurry off to lab now.” Being the nice person I am, I didn’t growl or strangle her the way I wanted to.

But would it kill her to be honest? She obviously didn’t do the work yet! Admit it goddamn it! I’d do it. I’ve done it. It’s just so much easier to say, “Oops, I fucked up, forgive me.” Sure, she’s timid and all, but that is no excuse. She had the ovaries to screw me over, now own up to it!

So here I am, anxious about my paper, especially after reading my professor’s commentary, but you know what? If she didn’t take the time to write the commentary out for me by now, it probably won’t be useful anyway.

Other than that, everything is going great! I still like all my classes and professors, and I’m still getting up and going to them. Now I’ve got a Sisterhood meeting to trek off to, so I will close this here, although I don’t really want to go. I’m missing Smallville! ;_;

Just in case you’re up for answering, how do you feel about group projects?