I decided that instead of writing a long post about my first college all-nighter (I started writing a post and it just sounded dumb and no one would have read it), I would just leave you with a Haiku instead.
Tonight I didn't
Sleep, I pulled an all-nighter
I need some coffee
-- Red Hannah
Friday, November 5, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
The Basement
If you lived in the happiest place on Earth like the three of us do (Dorchester, duh), you'd know where the party is always at: The basement.
Mistakenly, all those new to Dorchester thought this would be a great place to get work done at the beginning of the year, and at first it really was easy to be productive in the basement. But slowly we found out that this was not a place of rest. Slowly, more and more people in the dorm began to learn about this magical place. It soon became the most prominent place to hang out with other Dorchies (yes, that is what we call them).
Although we all have admitted that no work ever gets done in the basement, somehow we all still bring homework downstairs every night; we trick ourselves into thinking that we might get something done (if not too many people are down there), but ultimately it ends up being a hodgepodge of hijacked Facebook updates, awkward conversations, and laughter at absolutely nothing.
Someone once said that the most people that can be in the basement for work to still get done is four. And at least one of those people must be truly interested in getting their work done. Only one would be favorable; Two would be okay; Three would be pushing it; and Four is absolutely the most that can be down there. After that, work gets put to the wayside and everyone ends up engaging in some sort of conversation involving Finnish, writing, or trying to define some wort of ambiguous word.
Currently, fifteen people are sitting in this basement, none of which are doing work. And that is why I am writing this blog post right now and procrastinating on the work that I brought down to get done. Luckily, none of it is due tomorrow. If it would have been, I wouldn't have come down to the basement. I think I know better than that.
Red Hannah
Mistakenly, all those new to Dorchester thought this would be a great place to get work done at the beginning of the year, and at first it really was easy to be productive in the basement. But slowly we found out that this was not a place of rest. Slowly, more and more people in the dorm began to learn about this magical place. It soon became the most prominent place to hang out with other Dorchies (yes, that is what we call them).
Although we all have admitted that no work ever gets done in the basement, somehow we all still bring homework downstairs every night; we trick ourselves into thinking that we might get something done (if not too many people are down there), but ultimately it ends up being a hodgepodge of hijacked Facebook updates, awkward conversations, and laughter at absolutely nothing.
Someone once said that the most people that can be in the basement for work to still get done is four. And at least one of those people must be truly interested in getting their work done. Only one would be favorable; Two would be okay; Three would be pushing it; and Four is absolutely the most that can be down there. After that, work gets put to the wayside and everyone ends up engaging in some sort of conversation involving Finnish, writing, or trying to define some wort of ambiguous word.
Currently, fifteen people are sitting in this basement, none of which are doing work. And that is why I am writing this blog post right now and procrastinating on the work that I brought down to get done. Luckily, none of it is due tomorrow. If it would have been, I wouldn't have come down to the basement. I think I know better than that.
Red Hannah
bloggin'
I'm thinking I want to use this not just to write opinions, but to write funny stories as we go on through the year...
love,
Hannah (blonde Hannah)
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