Friday Question and Answer: Pulling a Constant Variety of Questions For Quality Conversation

It’s my final semester at Tech. I was a PL in Smith…another PL ratted me out for showering with a girl….he never actually saw me, just heard my voice. The department of housing was going to kick me out & reported me to the dean of students (apparently this violates some code…).

Even though I was guilty as hell of showering with a girl, I fought the issue and threatened to get lawyers involved since no one actually saw me do anything. End result? We settled on them moving me to the other side of campus (Hemphill)…and they provided the people to help me move. I continued to receive all of the benefits of working for Housing (free food, etc), but I couldn’t be involved with the department of housing anymore (really broke my heart). The final semester at tech was a cake walk, and all of my housing / food was paid for. It was a pain in the ass to move 16 weeks before graduation, but still not a bad deal at all.

My residents exacted their own retribution on the guy that ratted me out. Piss pucks were involved. For those that don’t know what a piss puck is…it involves freezing small amounts of urine in plastic cups (red solo variety in this case), then sliding them underneath the doors…it’s almost like air hockey with tile floors. Piss melts and forms large puddles. That is some good stuff.

1. Giants. I don’t like them, but I don’t like the Patriots more. Also, I have the Giants winning, which might make me unique.
(much better defense, pass rush + acceptable secondary should cause problems for Brady and co.)
2. 17 hours including 3 classes with group projects, trying to get a summer internship, trying to become a GT Ambassador, trying to do other stuff around school that I don’t have time for. Sleep?
3. I’ve learned to be surprised by nothing in relation to Georgia Tech.
4. Heard him talk to the parents a couple times at orientation as a FASET leader. Favorite story I’ve heard him tell:

“Oftentimes, we have parents call our office because they can’t contact their child and just want us to make sure they’re OK. And that’s fine, we do and it always ends up just fine. Well, once we had a lady call, crying and borderline hysterical. She had called her daughter 4-5 times, texted her 4-5 times, and gotten no response. She was so upset, and was convinced that something bad had happened to her. Our office worker said, ‘OK, I’m sure it’ll be alright. When is the last time you spoke with your daughter?’ The mom, still whimpering, replied, ‘I dunno, about 4 hours ago??’ We told her to give it another 4 and call us back if it was still an issue.”

Facepalm. Good speaker though.