skipping class

I decided to skip class despite the fact that I probably can't afford to. Life is busy, and I'm not very good about studying long term, because it tends to not work for me. Things work better when they're fresh in my mind, instead of 3 days old. I'd rather cram; the sense of urgency allows me to study better and more effectively. On the other hand it takes a toll on my stress level, and it doesn't really help ever that I'm taking two upper division math classes, one upper division econ class, one upper division international studies/history class, and one random 2 credit elective. To be completely fair, the two credit elective is honestly a breeze. Nothing intense at all. On the other hand, one of the math classes (differential equations) is really hard, because my TA makes it deliberately hard. It isn't curved either. My Econ class is difficult too. Labor market analysis. What am I doing this for, I wonder. I will work myself so hard with such fruitful, diverse knowledge just to be curtailed in the future by all the rich ivy graduates? I beg not.


In other news, the roommate situation is not getting better. Quite the contrary.

I never had much of a huge problem with this one. It is funny how people create problems (the inadvertence does not matter). There had been times when the other two would complain about her. I had little to complain about, so I would always play devil's advocate.


"What if she's just busy?"
It's annoying.
"I think she's not bad..just different."
I think she's stupid as shit.

After a while, I grew weary of these comments. The girl wasn't my type of cool or fun, but she was never as bad as they thought.


In this case, ignorance is definitely NOT bliss. After a while, even though the other two were blatantly mean and on her case most of the time, all her frustrations were taken out on me. When we had a "house meeting" (which I thought was a nitpickingly ridiculous idea at first), she pointed out all these flaws I had. I boiled with anger, but understandingly abided.


Two days ago, she asked to use a cheese grater as her "super cool" friends came over to cook with her. I did not have to give it to her, but I figured I would be nice. Forgive her for the blaming at the house meeting a month ago. She started grating by the sink, paused, and then looked into the garbage disposal in the drainage.

"Can you please grind that up for me?"
I was still cooking, but I agreed to. A tiny bit annoyed by the tone and attitude in her voice, I asked nicely "Does it bother you?"
"No well, I mean it's annoying when I have bowls in the sink and I come back and there's a hunk of meat in it. It's the one thing I asked for, and it still happens."

This set me off a little. What?! Who would waste meat and throw it in the sink? It‘s your own fault you leave your dishes in there for literally a week.


"Well," I replied. "If you leave your bowls in the sink, then that's going to happen. It happens to everyone."
"Yeah, well I haven't even been putting my bowls in the sink lately since the house meeting."

WHAT? If you haven't been putting your bowls in the sink lately, then how do you know it still happens?

I told her to put the bowls on the side if she wanted to avoid it.

"But that's gross" she responded. Now there is a certain type of ironic hilarity linked with this remark. Recently, she had left her door open while she left to go partake in some rock climbing orgy. We gingerly took a peek and vomited at the site of a room that made good use of the literary comparison: "pig sty."

Grimy, soiled bowls were stacked miles high not only on her desk, but also on her chair and the ground. Bits of cardboard riddled the ground, and her 4 x 2 ft desk's wood was not at all visible under her piles of miscellaneous papers and chip bags. This perhaps happens to a studious mathematician who's working on a difficult physics equation; not a UW dance major student. How can this not be "gross" but the fact of putting a bowl or two next to the sink be deemed too gross to handle? Hilarious, indeed.

Annoyed, I snapped back and left.

The important lesson I have learned is that, there is a certain archetype of this scenario in life. You defend someone for their actions, and if they don't know, it doesn't mean a thing. I was the nicest one to her, and she treats me the worst.

Never more will this happen. I'm a bitch, and she hasn't experienced anything yet.