I know I rant a lot but the kids in the hall have seriously lost it. I work at the front desk of some dorm that is known for its particularly laid back but sometimes crazy atmosphere. Figuring this, I took the late night shifts Mondays so I could get some work done. I mean who really drinks on a Monday night? Surprisingly many more than I would’ve ever imagined. Fine, drink. But do you have to get sloppy on a Monday night?? I have a bunch of obnoxious little kids (mostly freshman who think it’s oh so awesome and hardcore to drink little flavored smirnoffs and alize) stumbling in and then f'n congregating in the lounge all loud for like 30 minutes. I wouldn’t care as much if they just came in and went straight to their rooms or even their floor but then again I guess it defeats the purpose of drinking your liver off and not let everyone know that you had 1/2 a beer and got drunk. I think the worst case of 'most likely to fail out after one semester' has to be the infamous coke(+more) four. Honestly...why?? "My nose hurts" Yeah, it's probably from sniffing all that god damn coke!
Stupid late shift keeps throwing my sleeping pattern way off and as annoyed as I sound from all these frequent observations, it mostly saddens me how much time, money, 'education' is being wasted within all this. I guess if they're able to waste that much money on drugs and alcohol it doesn't really matter.
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I love coming here and seeing a new post :)
Some kids are spoiled little brats throwing away their parents money. What soothes me is that they can't do this forever and someday they'll realize just how stupid they were. Or not. But I keep hoping they will.
Have a good Sat, Sus! :)
Missing ya.
I want more posts, Susie bear!
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