Silence Is Golden (Except In Class).

It's strange how things change over the course of a few short weeks. At the beginning of the quarter (OSU is on a quarter system, which sucks super bad), I had a very definite concept of how my three classes rated. I liked my India class best, my feminist theory class...um...middle, and my pedagogy class least. Then, after the first two weeks or so, my pedagogy class stopped having presentations by on-campus services (such as the writing center) and we started getting into these deep conversations. Meanwhile, the conversations came to a screeching halt in my India class.

Thing I Hate #3:

People Who Don't Participate

Why don't they talk? I don't know. But it's damn annoying. There are 8 people in that class, 3 of whom NEVER speak. Like, ever. One girl talks every now and then, but she's one of two undergrads in the class (the other one doesn't talk), and she's not quite on par with the rest of us, with regards to theory. Except for me, all of the grad students are at least 2nd year, so they're pretty advanced. So that leaves four of us and the teacher to carry the conversations. And I don't want to talk because I fucking hate everything about school and women's studies right now. *sigh* It hurts.

Location Location Location

Thing #2:

I Hate Living So Far East

I hate being so far away from my friends and my immediate family. Sure, I have aunts, uncles, and cousins, as well as my biological father and his family (including my half-sister, who I really am glad to be near again). However, most of these people I haven't seen for 10 years. They're nice people, but they're strangers. And don't even get me started on my biological father. I think of my step-dad as my real father.

I just feel really stranded out here. In Laramie, I knew there was always someone I could call for help. There were people I felt comfortable talking to and sharing personal stuff with (which I really don't do, as a general rule). I trust them, which is no small thing. I don't have that here. I don't have that in this time zone. Here, I just have Evie, and as sweet and loving as she is, she's still a cat. I feel very alone. It is the suck.

I was thrilled that Linus could come visit me this weekend. I feel a little less sucky now, even though I'm sad that he had to leave so soon.

Car Update:

I got my car back!! So, last night at 2 am, Linus and I were finally going to go to sleep, and the phone rang. It was the police saying they'd found my car in Bexley (a suburb of Columbus) with two people in it. So, we drag our asses out there and get my car. The CD player was gone and the car itself is covered in cigarette ashes and trash, but other than that it's just fine. What a relief! They caught the guys who did it red handed, so they're totally screwed. Ha ha. And do you know how they stole the damn thing? My step-dad had put a spare key in a key "safe" (yes, those are sarcastic quotation marks) in one of the wheel wells, and then neglected to tell either me or my mother about it. Yes, they stole my car with its own key. I understand that he's lived in podunk towns his whole life, but seriously. WTF?! Seriously, that's so naive it's embarassing.

10 Things I Hate About You...Wait, I Can Only Pick 10?

Okay, so this blog is getting a revamp. When I left for Laramie for the second half of the summer, I stopped writing because I was living with the majority of my readership and because my life was extremely uneventful in the best way possible. Flock Hall ruled. Then, when I left for grad school, I was way too fucking depressed to write. Columbus, Ohio is America's armpit and the Ohio State University is trying to kill my ass. This is why I've decided to turn this blog into:

Things I Hate About Columbus

The goal is to add a new thing every day, but I don't know if I'll be able to do that. Not because there aren't enough things (trust me, I won't be able to write about them all in the two years I'll be here), but because the university really is trying to kill me, so I may not have enough time to post every day. Even a sentence or two.

So, here is Thing #1, which inspired me to finally go ahead and do this blog revamp:

I Hate Car Thieves

Yes, my car was stolen last night. I take out the trash this morning and look in puzzlement at the empty space where my car is always parked for a moment, trying to work out in my sleep-addled brain what is wrong. Then I panic. I throw the garbage in the dumpster and run all over the parking lots for my apartment complex, desperately looking for my beloved white Subaru Legacy. But alas, some miscreants have absconded with it. Yes, I have a fucking bus pass. Yes, the #2 bus stops right in front of my apartment and runs up and down High Street, which has everything I need on it. That is not the goddamn point. The goddamn point is that I needed my fucking car to get groceries home. I needed it to move furniture. I needed it to get to my family's houses, where the busses don't run. I needed it to LEAVE THIS GODS FORSAKEN CITY. And on top of that, this car wasn't even mine, technically. It's still in my mom's name. She loved that car, but she gave it to me to use while I'm here so I would have something reliable to get around in. I'm living below the poverty line, here, people. How the hell am I supposed to get another car? I can't!

Oh, and on top of that, the bus drivers are going on strike any day now. How the hell I'm supposed to get to campus when that happens, I have no idea.


So, there you have it, folks! The inaugural post of my newly revamped blog!