Monday, August 31, 2009

If a tree falls in the forest...

Ok so I'm at work just sitting in my boss's (boss'-I'm not sure which one is grammatically correct) office. I sit in here when I don't want to be bothered by the people who walk by. Its kind of situated in a corner and hidden by lockers so people walking by can see the door opened but can't really see inside (if that makes any sense; I hope it does because that is not even the point of my story). Basically the idea is this: I'm hidden from view but people know somebody is in here. Or at least they assume.

Anyway, just now someone walks by and yells out "Good morning Dave." Now Dave is my boss. But he wasn't here. But the door was open. So this fellow just assumed it was Dave. But I couldn't just yell out hello because 1. I'm not Dave and 2. I'm not a boy so I can't even pretend to be Dave and yell hello. It would just confuse the person had I said hello because he probably would have come and talked to me and I would have to explain why I am hiding out in the office.

So now that person probably feels like an idiot for calling out hello and nobody is responding to him. And he's probably thinking that he's at least grateful that nobody was there to see this fail. But I was. And now I feel like the world's biggest jerk taking immense pleasure in making this guy feel awkward for saying hello to an empty office. But it wasn't empty. Because I'm in here. He just didn't know that.

It's like when you try and wave at someone across the room (or quad or hallway) but the person doesn't see you. So if you are being honest with yourself, you just waved at nobody but you try to play it off that somebody waved back at you so you're not a complete fool. Not that this has happened to me or anything. I've just heard that things like that happen.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Almost Three Weeks

I have been at school for almost three weeks and my roommate and I finally get to move into our permanent housing today. But we have to wait till 10:00 to get the key. We were so excited that we willingly woke up before seven to go get breakfast and then pack up. I'm already done, but she is still working on it. But we still have to wait about an hour or so before we can actually move stuff.

However, we are genius individuals and we borrowed this cart thing that facilities uses to move laundry and trash. We found this one in the laundry room, so for the most part its sanitary. But honestly going up and down four flights twenty times to move our stuff to the car just to drive across the street to move it to our apartment doesn't sound fun. So instead we will be making about five trips up and down (there are elevators which also make it nice) to move our stuff to our cars to across the street. I think it would be cool to just roll this thing across campus straight to our apartment but my roommate isn't going for it. And I don't think housing services would be okay seeing their cart being rolled across the way.
This is my beautiful roommate, Amy.

I'm excited for this year.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Loooong days

I am around about 120 boys every day for on average of ten hours. I'm not going to lie. It's a lot of 'guy' to be around.

And sometimes its fun because well, guys are funny. And other times its not fun.

Today was one of those days that made me realize how incredibly stupid boys can be too. Like I know that there are a lot of great guys out there. But there are also just stupid boys and it really just made me doubt the guy population in this world. And I know, I know that I have to take into account that I am dealing with athletes. Athletes that are paid to be here, somewhat. And that can make any guy a little more confident of himself. And therefore a db.

I'm just glad that during the school year I won't be just seeing these guys around campus. And there will only be one practice a day. Not two. And I will know more stuff so that I can answer the players' questions about such and such things.

But I really don't want school work to start. I want to learn and go to class but not have assignments and tests. If there is such a school, can you please sign me up? That'd be great.

P.S. I need to practice taping and myofascial trigger point release. Any takers?

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Orientation is for weenies

So the past two days I have been in a classroom hearing about policy, rules, dress code, hours, and so on. Honestly I swear that it could be things people talk about in two hours but instead it was stretched to two days of eight hours each, with breaks thrown in. And then speakers from PT clinics and other colleges came and talked about their site and how they got to where they were.

We played this desert survival challenge though the first day and that was pretty cool. Basically, you are given a list of 15 items and you rank them from 1-15 in order of importance when you are stranded. First you order them individually and then with a team and then you compare both those rankings to the survival expert's ranking. You take the difference of your rankings compared to the survival expert and add it up. I did not get a good score. In fact I think I got the highest. So when you're stranded in the desert, don't take me.

But now I know the answers. So maybe now I would be able to survive. And therefore help you survive. So I might be helpful if you ever decide to get stranded in a desert.