The phone rings.
"Hi?"
"Hey. It's me."
"Heeey, where are you?"
Nonchalant: "In the hospital."
"Oh my God! Are you ok?!"
"Hi?"
"Hey. It's me."
"Heeey, where are you?"
Nonchalant: "In the hospital."
"Oh my God! Are you ok?!"
It was this conversation that got me sneaking into the body repair facility late at night - sometimes as late as 8pm - to study. One little secret vertical passageway would take me up to the 13th floor - the others didn't have a number 13 button - and there I would find small furnished cubbyholes that were build for the more frugal body mechanic (mec) student. At one end there was a chapel so that you could pray you didn't fail exams... and at the other end... well... I haven't the guts to venture that far (I ordered guts on ebay, but they got lost in the mail)... There were even wash facilities with two doors, so that a creepy mec could never corner you - it would take two creepy mecs to do so!
I would sneak to this place witha friend or two (the cubbyholes you sickos not the wash facilities!) ...and close the door and read my books in peace. In peace from the trivium students watching funny people on their light books in the book repositories; in peace from gates being randomly locked; and from scary, angry cleaning staff that slam your desk when you are writing and say "oops! Sorry, I guess I pushed that chair in too hard" three times over! The only problem: I am not a mec.
I would always look over my shoulder to see if someone was coming to tell me to leave the premises. I was sure that I was wearing a gigantic sign on my back saying "theorist" but it was just the exact same letters embroidered onto the back of my new zip-up.
Then one day when I was alone in my cubbyhole, I heard steps approaching quickly... then slowing down... then stopped in front of my door. The doorhandle turned - I looked up, ready to pack my books and to throw in my towel in this battle of life - and a lady stuck her head in, saw I was there, and said "oh, sorry" and left. Today, I have gained a place to study.
In your face, university!
I would sneak to this place witha friend or two (the cubbyholes you sickos not the wash facilities!) ...and close the door and read my books in peace. In peace from the trivium students watching funny people on their light books in the book repositories; in peace from gates being randomly locked; and from scary, angry cleaning staff that slam your desk when you are writing and say "oops! Sorry, I guess I pushed that chair in too hard" three times over! The only problem: I am not a mec.
I would always look over my shoulder to see if someone was coming to tell me to leave the premises. I was sure that I was wearing a gigantic sign on my back saying "theorist" but it was just the exact same letters embroidered onto the back of my new zip-up.
Then one day when I was alone in my cubbyhole, I heard steps approaching quickly... then slowing down... then stopped in front of my door. The doorhandle turned - I looked up, ready to pack my books and to throw in my towel in this battle of life - and a lady stuck her head in, saw I was there, and said "oh, sorry" and left. Today, I have gained a place to study.
In your face, university!
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