The semester started when I drove to the college parking lot and began unloading my things into my new room. I got my key to the room from the RA, and she said to me, "and it looks like Nick is already moved in!" Who's Nick? It turns out that my roommate from last year (the one who missed the last month of classes) didn't return. The administration paired me with a freshmen. Ok, I was expecting something like this to happen. To make a long story short, it didn't work out. Oh boy, did it not work out. At first, I couldn't open my closet door without rearranging my furniture. That I could live with, but then there was the roommate himself. It started getting really bad when he brought some bimbo back to the room who made Snooki look like a cultured member of society. That was the first time I've ever been sexiled. It only went downhill from there. He started bringing her back earlier and earlier, and they kept waiting till they though I was asleep to start having sex. One day, he left for classes and left her in the room asleep while I had to get ready for class. He came back about ten minute before I had to leave, and they started making out really really loudly. When I came back after class, there was a used condom on the window sill. On top of this, he would leave gatorade bottles around his area that were half filled with piss or tobacco spit. Yes, it was fucking piss. He didn't even bother to close them, they were all open. Luckily, one of my friend's friend was looking for a roommate. I toured the room; he had Alan Lee paintings, van Gogh posters relating to Dr. Who, and newspaper clippings from Obama's senate run. Yeah, it was a pretty damn good match. The only problem is since then, we're so alike we keep distracting each other.
A few weeks after this, I went to West PA furry Weekend. It was very fun, but it meant a weekend of work I'd have to make up. The week leading up, I was very busy preparing, but I though I'd gotten most of the work out of the way. I was still really busy, and really stressed. I had lab that wednesday, and my lab partner didn't show up, so I was stuck doing a lab by myself that was really really long, and I was pretty drained by the end of it. The next day, I was in metals class when I heard that a student's body had been found back campus. I learned later that night that it was my lab partner, he had committed suicide.
I left the next day for WPAFW. When I got back, I got a call from my dad, my grandfather had passed away the first night of the con. It wasn't unexpected, but it was still rather sudden. I had no idea it was so imminent. About a week later, I got another call, my grandmother had passed away. I had seen her over the summer, and I knew that that was the last time I'd get to see her. My parents had told me that so often, but that time was the time. Her death was a lot more expected, but still, one never likes to hear that two close family members have passed away.
When I got back from WPAFW, I was also hit with more and more work. I had no time to myself at all. I was spending all my time working on reading or essays. Pretty much, I spent all of october and the first half of november doing work. Nothing else. Every time I though I had reached the downhill, I found I had even more work. At this point, my grades in chemistry took a huge hit, and really disappointed me, because I like to think of myself as a scientist and it's really disheartening to get a 65% on the midterm. I just didn't have time to study for chemistry when I had a 12 page research paper due, or 75 pages of reading to do. As it turned out, while most classes peak at around the start of December, many of my classes peaked in the middle of November, so at least I sorta got a chance to unwind after thanksgiving, right in time for FINALS! I think I did well for myself on most of them, and I'm hoping my chemistry grade will be drastically improved by it.
So, here I am now, finally with nothing ahead of me for weeks. I really need this break. Finally, a little time to myself. Hopefully the future will be better.