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metonomiawell screw it. i was typing up the saga of my day and then the whole thing got erased, so no more saga, just the shorter (still long) form.
woke up this morning around 7 to my roomie having broken our fire sprinkler. we all stumbled outside (saving phone and laptop in progress), water was spreading from our room to the hall and into other rooms, and so we evacuated. stood outside for a while in tank top and pj bottoms, soaking wet, no shoes, then went off just like that to my geology final, which i proceeded to fail spectacularly.
came back, they'd sucked up the standing water (maintenance tells us we had 5-6 inches of water up the walls. wtf). we moved our stuff off the floor, worker dudes came in to set up huge pressure-dryers all up and down the hall and in the rooms (oh, btw, it spread down two floors, as well). roomie (let's call her H) and i went off to talk to the residence hall director. that lovely lady proceeded to tell us, in tones of great concern (and she really did care, but), how responsible we all were (H for hanging a laundry line from the sprinkler, our RAs - who were fabulous and amazing and helpful and caring all day - for not noticing and enforcing, and me for seeing it and not doing something about it), how huge a bill we were going to get (oh, btw, the university's paid for this sort of thing before. but not for us), and how we should prepare ourselves because the community had been really affected and lots of people were really annoyed and mad at us. now before this, H and i had heard nothing but love and concern and helpfulness from everyone. so i really didn't need to be told how mad the world was at me.
went off, called my brother, broke down a little on the phone to him, then called my mom and cried to her. mom got all freaked out and called up the res hall director and bitched her out for talking so punitively to us (which was super embarrassing. ugh. moooom. i really didn't want her to do that), but the long and short of the mom part of this tale is that she is awesome and made all sorts of calls and it turns out that if i have to pay any of the bill (i shouldn't, i'm not actually responsible, but y'know, i really don't want to leave my roomie high and dry with the whole huge thing, gaaah, i dunno), my insurance covers it! yaaaay insurance! brother came over, and took me to lunch, and talking it all through with him made me feel a lot better and just calm down in general, and then he promised to come back later with friend, car, and boxes to move my stuff that's staying here over the summer to his apartment.
so i went back up to my room and spent something like 9 hours picking apart soggy cardboard and throwing away my favorite notebooks and all my notes from my fabulous formative religious texts class last quarter and trying to dry books (heart of darkness will probably end up having to be thrown away, along with a lot of shakespeare and maybe some joyce) and just in general get organized.
amidst all this horridness, the RAs did all the laundry of we who had our clothes soaked with nasty stagnant water, so that was amazing. and, yeah. i'm packed, boxes moved to brother's apartment, last laundry done and ready to be shoved into my suitcase, i have a place to sleep in my friend's room for the night, and i am actually sitting down in a comfy chair with an ice cream sandwich.
jesus. i can't even comprehend this day. it's been 15 hours since it all started, and i am still in shock, alternating between finding it hilarious and wanting to just go curl up and sob. it was good in some ways - now i'm not paying for storage over the summer, and i threw out a lot of stuff i don't need - but also really really horrific, and exhausting, and stressful, and scary, and i just want it all to be over. in 12 and half hours i check out and go to the airport, and then i will go home, and hug my cat, and eat my mother's cooking, and bake a fattening cake, and the badness will go away. until then, i'm gonna go cry and sleep.
we. flooded. the. dorms. i cannot believe it. i just keep telling myself - we are legend. Campion Flood 2010
woke up this morning around 7 to my roomie having broken our fire sprinkler. we all stumbled outside (saving phone and laptop in progress), water was spreading from our room to the hall and into other rooms, and so we evacuated. stood outside for a while in tank top and pj bottoms, soaking wet, no shoes, then went off just like that to my geology final, which i proceeded to fail spectacularly.
came back, they'd sucked up the standing water (maintenance tells us we had 5-6 inches of water up the walls. wtf). we moved our stuff off the floor, worker dudes came in to set up huge pressure-dryers all up and down the hall and in the rooms (oh, btw, it spread down two floors, as well). roomie (let's call her H) and i went off to talk to the residence hall director. that lovely lady proceeded to tell us, in tones of great concern (and she really did care, but), how responsible we all were (H for hanging a laundry line from the sprinkler, our RAs - who were fabulous and amazing and helpful and caring all day - for not noticing and enforcing, and me for seeing it and not doing something about it), how huge a bill we were going to get (oh, btw, the university's paid for this sort of thing before. but not for us), and how we should prepare ourselves because the community had been really affected and lots of people were really annoyed and mad at us. now before this, H and i had heard nothing but love and concern and helpfulness from everyone. so i really didn't need to be told how mad the world was at me.
went off, called my brother, broke down a little on the phone to him, then called my mom and cried to her. mom got all freaked out and called up the res hall director and bitched her out for talking so punitively to us (which was super embarrassing. ugh. moooom. i really didn't want her to do that), but the long and short of the mom part of this tale is that she is awesome and made all sorts of calls and it turns out that if i have to pay any of the bill (i shouldn't, i'm not actually responsible, but y'know, i really don't want to leave my roomie high and dry with the whole huge thing, gaaah, i dunno), my insurance covers it! yaaaay insurance! brother came over, and took me to lunch, and talking it all through with him made me feel a lot better and just calm down in general, and then he promised to come back later with friend, car, and boxes to move my stuff that's staying here over the summer to his apartment.
so i went back up to my room and spent something like 9 hours picking apart soggy cardboard and throwing away my favorite notebooks and all my notes from my fabulous formative religious texts class last quarter and trying to dry books (heart of darkness will probably end up having to be thrown away, along with a lot of shakespeare and maybe some joyce) and just in general get organized.
amidst all this horridness, the RAs did all the laundry of we who had our clothes soaked with nasty stagnant water, so that was amazing. and, yeah. i'm packed, boxes moved to brother's apartment, last laundry done and ready to be shoved into my suitcase, i have a place to sleep in my friend's room for the night, and i am actually sitting down in a comfy chair with an ice cream sandwich.
jesus. i can't even comprehend this day. it's been 15 hours since it all started, and i am still in shock, alternating between finding it hilarious and wanting to just go curl up and sob. it was good in some ways - now i'm not paying for storage over the summer, and i threw out a lot of stuff i don't need - but also really really horrific, and exhausting, and stressful, and scary, and i just want it all to be over. in 12 and half hours i check out and go to the airport, and then i will go home, and hug my cat, and eat my mother's cooking, and bake a fattening cake, and the badness will go away. until then, i'm gonna go cry and sleep.
we. flooded. the. dorms. i cannot believe it. i just keep telling myself - we are legend. Campion Flood 2010
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Date: 2010-06-11 07:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-11 03:21 pm (UTC)I am, in retrospect, also glad that my mom called. She needn't have told the director to not talk to me ever again, but it was really nice to know that mom was on it re: billing, and asking the questions that I wouldn't even think of like 'will there be disciplinary action other than fines?' (the answer to which is no, thank goodness).
Cannot wait to get hoooome.