Tuesday, August 21, 2007


I've been conflicted on various things since I started getting everything set up for school.

To stay at home, or to get an apartment.

Which elective classes to take, i.e. should I take the ones that I really want to take that have nothing to do with my degree, or should I take the ones that look mildly interesting but have a bearing on my degree?

To get a student loan, or not to get a student loan.

Which horse should I bring?

Should I open my mouth now, or keep it shut and play nice?

Should I wait for the time I was *supposed* to bring my horse up, or go ahead and bring him, since they told me I could if I really wanted to? (Plus side on bringing him early was getting to go ahead and start riding. Minus side was the feed crews aren't organized yet, so I'd have to feed myself. Also, they asked me to wait to bring him, so the waiting side won out.)

Today, first class of the day, opening my mouth won out. One of the girls that was sitting in the same row as I was, was complaining about being up since four am.

Since she was complaining loudly, I figured she was talking to anyone within earshot, and offered my two cents.

Which was along the lines of "oh stop freaking whining, you have no idea how cushy you have it."

The discussion continued and it turns out she had a valid reason for being upset, a problem with her roommate, but then proceeded to whine about not being able to get ahold of the Dorm Manager (or whatever they call him, he's not the RA) to try and get a new roommate.

After five minutes of me offering suggestions (she was complaining about it, with the attitude of "oh what do I do?" so I figured she could use some suggestions, like leave a note and have him call her, or call him and ask him when she'd be able to sit down and talk with him,) and her coming up with reasons why none of them would work, ("But he's never there") she gave me a half-joking "When I want your advice, I'll ask for it."

Fantastic, and when I want to hear you complaining about stupid things while I'm trying to do a quick review of the things I read last night in between cleaning my apartment, doing my dishes, going to the grocery store, and doing homework for two other classes, I'll ask you.

What I said was more along the lines of "Keep complaining loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, and I'll keep offering advice."

I was pleasant, I didn't get snide, I started out actually trying to help this girl figure out ways to resolve the problems that she has, and degenerated into really wanting to tell her to suck it up and act like the adult she keeps wanting everyone to treat her as, but I stayed polite.

Mostly, I just wanted to get sarcastic.

Did mommy's widdle babykins not sleep? Poor baby, let's get you a pillow, and then we'll rock you to sleep and sing you a lullaby, and tomorrow you can go home and be mommy's widdle girl again and you won't have to do that nasty college thing anymore.

But then again, maybe I'm just a cranky old lady. Lord knows some of these kids make me wonder if I was ever that young....


Anonymous said...

Farmgirl, That complainin' girl... stuff like that always gets me; why people complain, but they don't want solutions. Now, me, if somebody complains I generally try to figure out how to fix it. If you don't want a solution, don't come cryin' to me... or you either, from what you said.


Aegis said...

And you're how old again?

farmgirl said...

I'm 23. That's what makes it so ludicrous.

Anonymous said...

Farmgirl, I had you pictured more like 28 for some reason. I guess that shows the difference between you and the average 18-23 year olds in college.

When I was in college three years ago, I was already 30 years old so I was already 10-12 years older than most of my classes. I had a hard time not calling them kids.

mustanger... again.

Aegis said...

Heck, I call half the people in my classes "kids," and I'm only 21. Don't worry old man (mustanger), you're not alone...