Got all moved in to the apartment on the 19th, then Mom, Veronica (my roommate), and I went to Walmart. I think I cried about half the time I was there. I was feeling totally overwhelmed by everything -- the move, having a stranger for a roommate, PMS -- and to say I wasn't coping is putting it mildly. At one point I told Mom I was seriously tempted to put the cart to the side and go home.
Mom: "You'll just have to come back and collect it all over again."
Me: "No, Mom. You don't understand. I want to go home."
There are two reasons I didn't/haven't. (1) Dad would freaking kill me if we drove two days down just to go back. (2) I'm too damned stubborn to give up on something I have decided is important/I want to do. Recognizing #2 didn't make the following days any easier.
I spent Sunday the 20th with Mom and Dad in the Quarter, and we had a good laugh at several post-Katrina T-shirts. My favorites, in order:
1. Make levees, not war.
2. FEMA evacuation plan -- Run, motherf---er, run.
3. FEMA = fix everything, my a--.
4. Meet the Fockers (has pics of Mayor Nagin, Gov. Blanco, Sen. Landrieu, and someone else I don't remember).
Monday the 21st was the official first day of classes, but I had none. That was also the day my folks left town.
Tuesday the 22nd was my birthday and MY first day of stats class -- only I couldn't get to class because it was on the second floor and the elevator is out of commission with a BIOHAZARD sign on it. So, I emailed the instructor and asked her to move it. I wound up having no classes at all the first week because stats was cancelled on Thursday.
Tuesday night, some of my pals took me out for my birthday. Erika and I planned on going to Coyote Ugly, and when I mentioned it to another PhD student (my friend Sarah), she said, "I want to go!" Next thing I knew she had invited almost a half a dozen other people. We had a good time. The bartendress at CU was rude and couldn't dance, so Erika and I are still unsure what the big deal is. I do know that the woman is damn lucky she didn't try to hose me down when I ordered water.
The only other thing of note will have to wait. My fingers are tired from doing online research all day.
To be continued -- again . . . .
2 comments:
I hope you are feeling more settled and things are going better! I have been checking in frequently to see how you are doing! From what I've seen on TV things ar still pretty messed up down there! Keep on keepin on Dr. (almost) Allenbaugh!
Hang in there tough one. Looking forward to hearing the rest of the story.
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