Saturday, September 1, 2012

Moving Tomorrow....

I'm moving into residence tomorrow.  I wound up messaging them to find out which day was move-in day, not realizing that that information was in my acceptance package, or that I had received an acceptance package.  When I'd learned that I was supposed to have received one, I assumed that I'd failed to get one because I was someone who had been waitlisted, and it wasn't in my roommate notification, as it was supposed to be.  Turns out, my "Acceptance package" was inside that group of papers I had to fill out, which was included in the notification they sent when they asked if I wanted a spot to begin with.

I still don't know what my room number is.  I asked, and they said that I will only learn on the day that I move in.  They kind of said it like they were advertising it as part of the excitement.  Yeah, I'm not perceiving that as a positive thing.

I contacted the driver that brought me to orientation.  She's actually not sketchy at all.  She's in an actual business, and I only thought she was sketchy because I'd... kind of found her through a sketchy method.

She said that she could pick me up at 9:00 AM or 5:30 PM.  I thought that I'd do 5:30 because... Well, first day of residence is O-day, and there's going to be celebratory events.  Honestly, I've had enough anxiety that I'll just want to settle in and avoid the  obligation of partying all day.  Oh, I am so old.

But I contacted them and they said that the moving in times take place between 9:00 AM and 5:00 PM, so it looks like I'm going to have to get up bright and early,  grit my teeth, go in and party.  Apparently there's going to be a bouncy castle constructed for adult use...

I don't really know what their move-in format is going to be like, but I keep reminding myself that I know my survival skills are better than most people's my age, and a lot of these guys won't even have had time to hone their survival capacity.  If they can do it, I can do it.  It doesn't matter if there's someone better than me.  If I can beat the lowest common denominator of people just graduated from high school, I'm solid.

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