Friday, January 18, 2002 :::
i feel stupid. more embarrased than anything, actually. i got written up last night again. second time this year. it's not a big deal really. the whole thing is just stupid. ok, here's the story:
so there's this person who lived on my floor last year. she lived down the hall. now, we weren't best friends. tho more than just aquaintances. she's an RA this year. whenever she does her rounds, she says hi to me as she passes my room. i'm usually in my room, but last night i was in the lounge hanging out with people. she came off the elevator and saw me in the lounge. she poked her head in and said hello like usual. then she leaves to walk down to one end of the hall. while this is happening, someone asks me (was it jay?) whether or not she would ever write me up. i said no, but then added that she would if i was doing something obviously bad (ie, carrying a keg up the stairs, etc). for some reason i decided to take caroline's slippers from her. she didn't take too kindly to that. who would? so i proceeded to to leave the lounge, perchance to hide them. as i leave the lounge, the RA has just finished checking out one side of he hall and is back in the middle on her way to the other. i stop to show her my prize. she's amused, jokingly says she has to confiscate them. caronline leaves the lounge, so it's time for me to leave with the slippers. i began walking to my room, caronline follows to catch up to me. i speed up. so does she. before i kno it, we're running. the RA tells us to stop. we don't. (why? subconsciously, i don't see her as an RA. i see her as a friend. impulse told me she was friend. so i kept running) we continue running. she's too close for me to duck in and hide in my room. so i run to the stair well and throw the slippers down. she goes down to rerive them.
by this time, the RA has come down the hall way. she's kinda mad. she's disappointed in me. i get written up.
and now the discussion. (ok, lemme step up onto my soap box for a bit)
hm. do i now not like her? no. i don't think any less of her. she did what she felt she had to do. it was her job to write me up. she didn't let our friendship interfere. if it were me, i wouldn't have written me up. but it wasn't, so no use pondering that too much. i just think this whole thing is stupid. getting written up in general is stupid. ok, i understand that a lot of people live in this building, all close together, and we have to respect their rights and whatnot. (studying, sleeping, living?...etc) sure, that's a good idea. and that's why we have rules. no making noise afer 1am, no running, no throwing things, etc. so when someone breaks the rules, you punish them? sure, ok, fine. a little deterrant and my punishment will consist of? i'm not sure, but if it's any indication from my last punishment, then it doesn't really matter. i'm sure i'll get mulitple hours (tops 5) of community service. good, i "get to serve the community that i took away from." this philosophy is good up until this point: the punishment. working food for finals (standing behind a table and handing out free food...and even taking the leftovers afterwards), sorting candy into bags, secretarial odds and ends, organizing rooms, all make up the "deterrant." yes, um, good deterrant. is this what prison is like? maybe i outta go there. no, not really. but my point remains the same, being written up doesn't really change how i act in the dorms. i will still run. i will still be noisy. i will just do it out of the presence of someone who can write me up. some deterrant. that is, up until the point where i get too many write-ups and are kicked out of the dorms. yea, um, i seriously doubt that'll happen.
ok, here's my box of soap, take it. use it. i'll let you know when i need it again.
Soup
4:17 PM:::
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