April 6th, 2011 - Hate Crimes Conference & Stalking
Anthropology is in a moderate-sized auditorium in Dobo Hall.
The seats connect to the room-width tables, allowing angled movement and then urging the occupant backwards without continued opposition to the natural force. Aggravating. I sit in the front, deliberate, knowing that the professor is the sort who teaches a curriculum alongside the vaguely similar one laid out in the textbook. I am the sort of student, it so happens, who prefers to learn on my own time, preferably at my own pace, as the material requires simple memorization. This is difficult to accomplish, unfortunately, when the test requires more knowledge of the lecture than the book.
In short, we are the worst possible match.
I'm not fond of the openness, either. Too large of a room and, while I've sit up front to aid in correcting the environment distaste, he may as well be lecturing in my general vicinity. The chair remains adamant about maintaining a distance from my stomach and I vow to ascertain the nature of next semesters' classroom environments pre-registration. Of course, I probably won't.
I cut across Chancelor's Walk, decidedly taking my chance on a brief path through some thinning trees and the road I travel every day is already within view. The crosswalk is still there, though it seems unnecessary now that there is a roadblock not four feet further, where they've been working on the new Psychology Building. That will be my home when it's complete, but I can't say I'll like it quite as much as my current one: The Social and Behavioral Building.
When I was younger, they spent much time and nails hammering good study habits into the softer areas of my brain and, really, they were all thumbs, as you say. Know when you study best? Where you study best? With whom? I called bullshit, primarily because I've never been the sort to seriously study; learning came easily to me and I spent minimal time on projects and essays. Afterall, I achieved better grades than the majority regardless of how I spent my time.
Now, however, I've realized that I adore the Social and Behavioral Building's atmosphere, or more aptly a particular spot within the building, where others rarely venture and the temperature is commonly on the gently warm side. The lighting is perfect and beautiful, area on the smaller side and they even have a desk and chair set up in the corner every day. The spot's on the second floor of the stairs by the laboratory. Since the lab doesn't permit entry onto the first floor, I suppose fewer people utilize that entrance.
I would be excited about how close the building will be to my dorm, but I should be moving soon into my own apartment where the rent is to be nearly half of what it is currently. That's the hope.
I struggle against the Wilmington Wind to down my headache powder with a sip of water; sadly, this causes the pounding to double its efforts, but I'm sated in knowing it should pass soon. I misstep during this process. Wilmington is a surprisingly windy city. Whether it's dead freezing or searing hot, there is a gust like no other and, while it is mildly warm today, the wind creates a tail-end chill. There is a piece of sidewalk down-turned against the grass on this side of the road, likely torn from the now-gone road and discarded thoughtlessly.
I'm glad they haven't touched our grass. That's where the birds dart about, necks scrounging down while pittering about and stopping so quickly that the neck doubles in size, head turning several times. They've grown used to humans, enough that they simply run when one nears. I like the four-foot bridge over the spring; it's the only touch on my journey back to the Apartments that lessens the boredom.
The bridge meets with yet another sidewalk, green on either side, that curves three times, at varying degrees, up to the University Apartments. When I see them, it reminds me of a cottage. I like the atmosphere here, too. Until humanity comes into the picture.
The walk is a faintly upwards climb, part of the reason that I no longer use my bike for the entire journey, and I turn my eyes away from the girls passing me to the trees beyond the grass. If those trees would just scoot this way, the trek would be a fair amount shorter - or maybe just a path through. I'd probably enjoy that more. The sun is still high in the sky, though the color's suggesting an incoming sunset in two or three hours. The light stretches towards me, darting forward and retreating with the interference of tree tips and branches. Squinting probably doesn't improve the fact that I'm staring to mind the circular rainbow.
Quadruple rainbow?
Anyway, that's about the moment that I decided I want to type my first entry on the walk back. I didn't expect it to be this long.
There is the dim sound of a female voice bellowing out the anthem, in preparation for some game, obviously, but I'm not up to date with the sports events. We don't have a football team, so it's probably baseball. Do they sing at soccer games? It's a nice environment, here, when it's calm.
It's cold, though, with the wind, and I'm excited to get home and eat the other half of my tuna sub. Subway had a two for one deal on 6 inch subs, so I managed to buy my lunch and dinner in one go. I'm still fairly cheap about food dollars knowing that I have upwards three hundred dollars for the remainder of the month. I'm cheap about everything, though, so that's no surprise.
A skateboarder GHHGHGHGGHGHGHGs by on his noisy-ass board and the sidewalk rumbles beneath us. I want to kick the back of his kneecap. And he's gone.
I consider grabbing something sweet from the C-store. Ah, it's beneath my dorm, actually, which is pretty sweet. I enjoy Thursdays and weekends, when it's warm to hot outside, and they've opened the store for the breeze. I open my window for the warmth moreso, as my roommate is fuckin' nuts about the AC, but there are other rewards such as the pleasant sound of the store bell ringing with each entering or exiting customer. There's a volleyball area setup to the right of my window, too far to view easily, but the ball will often escape that side and a girl will go running to retrieve it.
Laughter and cheers, or huffy shouts, depending on the circumstances of the game. I enjoy listening and observing, though that might make me creepy. It's more of a passing fancy, as I really spend most of my time here, typing up a storm or reading something.
I don't end up getting my sweets. I can get something later.
I climb the stairs, passing the tables RA office, and the crowd is cheering at whichever game is currently occurring. I don't suppose I'm the only one who gets a kick out of knowing that something is happening somewhere that I am not and yet I still am some part of the event? Then again, I do think too much about random nonsense.
I unlocked the dorm and then my door when I stop before my room. I locked it because I had become paranoid upon speaking with a friend of my roommates; he had been sleeping here for several nights, the pest, and decided to give his farewell. Probably as a joke to his friend, hearing of how reclusive I am. I wasn't very amused.
Actually, the day's been less than enjoyable. It's the reason I've decided to skip tonight's Pride meeting - the first time I've skipped. They will overcome the loss, likely. I still plan to check my computer for any sign of the Trojan.Alureon.Gen (v) that I apparently had acquired through some action yesterday. Yes, last evening was similarly terrible - until I realized I had owned the trojan and enjoyed doing so.
It's fun, really. But not when you think you might lose your laptop.
I've already lost my last one from a few years back due to... a disagreement between my prior laptop and me, ahem.
Turning down the AC now, gaiz.
The Hawk-In is apparently on the sixteenth, actually, so I will be returning home for the weekend this time around, too. The main reason I've been doing this is to avoid my roommates' parties and for the sake of peace at home. The stepdad's up in Canada which means that it's just my ma and sibling, and that's never a good thing.
That headache's gone now, about an hour later, but the stomach's not fond of the sacrifice. Either way, beats a pounding in the temples. I've heard that everyone has something specific that upsets them the most - head, muscles, stomach, joints, throat - and I'm definitely a boring ol' head person. I have chronic migraines and headaches like nobody's business. Oho, but I can take any other type of pain like a boss.
There are whistles every now and then from the field area, voices speaking over a loud-speaker that I don't strain enough to quite make out, and closer are several boys playing basketball.
The sun's gone, but it's still light out. More like a cloudy-light, almost. I prefer that when I'm outside, but I do like the sun to be shining down when I'm inside.
I adore rain, more, but mostly when it's warm or dark outside. Cold rain or morning rain makes you feel sluggish, if that's the right word, unless you're being productive.
Today, two FBI agents came to UNCW at Lumina to speak on Hate Crimes. Most people who know me, known me as sarcastic, rough-around-the-edges joker or that reclusive snot, but I have to say that, even knowing all that shit, it was still upsetting. The statistics and the stories are too much when you seriously consider how it must have felt to have been Matthew Shepard or James Byrd. That said, the man who spoke for/as the FBI really had poor word choice throughout, and I'm not a terribly sensitive person in that area... well, to liberals.
fff.
I'm a rambler.
Also, I was rue_algedonic previously. If that's not obvious.
Everything after this will be friend's-only.
The seats connect to the room-width tables, allowing angled movement and then urging the occupant backwards without continued opposition to the natural force. Aggravating. I sit in the front, deliberate, knowing that the professor is the sort who teaches a curriculum alongside the vaguely similar one laid out in the textbook. I am the sort of student, it so happens, who prefers to learn on my own time, preferably at my own pace, as the material requires simple memorization. This is difficult to accomplish, unfortunately, when the test requires more knowledge of the lecture than the book.
In short, we are the worst possible match.
I'm not fond of the openness, either. Too large of a room and, while I've sit up front to aid in correcting the environment distaste, he may as well be lecturing in my general vicinity. The chair remains adamant about maintaining a distance from my stomach and I vow to ascertain the nature of next semesters' classroom environments pre-registration. Of course, I probably won't.
I cut across Chancelor's Walk, decidedly taking my chance on a brief path through some thinning trees and the road I travel every day is already within view. The crosswalk is still there, though it seems unnecessary now that there is a roadblock not four feet further, where they've been working on the new Psychology Building. That will be my home when it's complete, but I can't say I'll like it quite as much as my current one: The Social and Behavioral Building.
When I was younger, they spent much time and nails hammering good study habits into the softer areas of my brain and, really, they were all thumbs, as you say. Know when you study best? Where you study best? With whom? I called bullshit, primarily because I've never been the sort to seriously study; learning came easily to me and I spent minimal time on projects and essays. Afterall, I achieved better grades than the majority regardless of how I spent my time.
Now, however, I've realized that I adore the Social and Behavioral Building's atmosphere, or more aptly a particular spot within the building, where others rarely venture and the temperature is commonly on the gently warm side. The lighting is perfect and beautiful, area on the smaller side and they even have a desk and chair set up in the corner every day. The spot's on the second floor of the stairs by the laboratory. Since the lab doesn't permit entry onto the first floor, I suppose fewer people utilize that entrance.
I would be excited about how close the building will be to my dorm, but I should be moving soon into my own apartment where the rent is to be nearly half of what it is currently. That's the hope.
I struggle against the Wilmington Wind to down my headache powder with a sip of water; sadly, this causes the pounding to double its efforts, but I'm sated in knowing it should pass soon. I misstep during this process. Wilmington is a surprisingly windy city. Whether it's dead freezing or searing hot, there is a gust like no other and, while it is mildly warm today, the wind creates a tail-end chill. There is a piece of sidewalk down-turned against the grass on this side of the road, likely torn from the now-gone road and discarded thoughtlessly.
I'm glad they haven't touched our grass. That's where the birds dart about, necks scrounging down while pittering about and stopping so quickly that the neck doubles in size, head turning several times. They've grown used to humans, enough that they simply run when one nears. I like the four-foot bridge over the spring; it's the only touch on my journey back to the Apartments that lessens the boredom.
The bridge meets with yet another sidewalk, green on either side, that curves three times, at varying degrees, up to the University Apartments. When I see them, it reminds me of a cottage. I like the atmosphere here, too. Until humanity comes into the picture.
The walk is a faintly upwards climb, part of the reason that I no longer use my bike for the entire journey, and I turn my eyes away from the girls passing me to the trees beyond the grass. If those trees would just scoot this way, the trek would be a fair amount shorter - or maybe just a path through. I'd probably enjoy that more. The sun is still high in the sky, though the color's suggesting an incoming sunset in two or three hours. The light stretches towards me, darting forward and retreating with the interference of tree tips and branches. Squinting probably doesn't improve the fact that I'm staring to mind the circular rainbow.
Quadruple rainbow?
Anyway, that's about the moment that I decided I want to type my first entry on the walk back. I didn't expect it to be this long.
There is the dim sound of a female voice bellowing out the anthem, in preparation for some game, obviously, but I'm not up to date with the sports events. We don't have a football team, so it's probably baseball. Do they sing at soccer games? It's a nice environment, here, when it's calm.
It's cold, though, with the wind, and I'm excited to get home and eat the other half of my tuna sub. Subway had a two for one deal on 6 inch subs, so I managed to buy my lunch and dinner in one go. I'm still fairly cheap about food dollars knowing that I have upwards three hundred dollars for the remainder of the month. I'm cheap about everything, though, so that's no surprise.
A skateboarder GHHGHGHGGHGHGHGs by on his noisy-ass board and the sidewalk rumbles beneath us. I want to kick the back of his kneecap. And he's gone.
I consider grabbing something sweet from the C-store. Ah, it's beneath my dorm, actually, which is pretty sweet. I enjoy Thursdays and weekends, when it's warm to hot outside, and they've opened the store for the breeze. I open my window for the warmth moreso, as my roommate is fuckin' nuts about the AC, but there are other rewards such as the pleasant sound of the store bell ringing with each entering or exiting customer. There's a volleyball area setup to the right of my window, too far to view easily, but the ball will often escape that side and a girl will go running to retrieve it.
Laughter and cheers, or huffy shouts, depending on the circumstances of the game. I enjoy listening and observing, though that might make me creepy. It's more of a passing fancy, as I really spend most of my time here, typing up a storm or reading something.
I don't end up getting my sweets. I can get something later.
I climb the stairs, passing the tables RA office, and the crowd is cheering at whichever game is currently occurring. I don't suppose I'm the only one who gets a kick out of knowing that something is happening somewhere that I am not and yet I still am some part of the event? Then again, I do think too much about random nonsense.
I unlocked the dorm and then my door when I stop before my room. I locked it because I had become paranoid upon speaking with a friend of my roommates; he had been sleeping here for several nights, the pest, and decided to give his farewell. Probably as a joke to his friend, hearing of how reclusive I am. I wasn't very amused.
Actually, the day's been less than enjoyable. It's the reason I've decided to skip tonight's Pride meeting - the first time I've skipped. They will overcome the loss, likely. I still plan to check my computer for any sign of the Trojan.Alureon.Gen (v) that I apparently had acquired through some action yesterday. Yes, last evening was similarly terrible - until I realized I had owned the trojan and enjoyed doing so.
It's fun, really. But not when you think you might lose your laptop.
I've already lost my last one from a few years back due to... a disagreement between my prior laptop and me, ahem.
Turning down the AC now, gaiz.
The Hawk-In is apparently on the sixteenth, actually, so I will be returning home for the weekend this time around, too. The main reason I've been doing this is to avoid my roommates' parties and for the sake of peace at home. The stepdad's up in Canada which means that it's just my ma and sibling, and that's never a good thing.
That headache's gone now, about an hour later, but the stomach's not fond of the sacrifice. Either way, beats a pounding in the temples. I've heard that everyone has something specific that upsets them the most - head, muscles, stomach, joints, throat - and I'm definitely a boring ol' head person. I have chronic migraines and headaches like nobody's business. Oho, but I can take any other type of pain like a boss.
There are whistles every now and then from the field area, voices speaking over a loud-speaker that I don't strain enough to quite make out, and closer are several boys playing basketball.
The sun's gone, but it's still light out. More like a cloudy-light, almost. I prefer that when I'm outside, but I do like the sun to be shining down when I'm inside.
I adore rain, more, but mostly when it's warm or dark outside. Cold rain or morning rain makes you feel sluggish, if that's the right word, unless you're being productive.
Today, two FBI agents came to UNCW at Lumina to speak on Hate Crimes. Most people who know me, known me as sarcastic, rough-around-the-edges joker or that reclusive snot, but I have to say that, even knowing all that shit, it was still upsetting. The statistics and the stories are too much when you seriously consider how it must have felt to have been Matthew Shepard or James Byrd. That said, the man who spoke for/as the FBI really had poor word choice throughout, and I'm not a terribly sensitive person in that area... well, to liberals.
fff.
I'm a rambler.
Also, I was rue_algedonic previously. If that's not obvious.
Everything after this will be friend's-only.