The office of Residence Life has been pestering me to pay a $500 housing deposit so I can select housing for the Fall 12 semester. Problem is, I graduate in May. Recently, they sent me an email telling me that their “records show that you have not paid your $500 housing deposit.” So I responded like this:
Dear Office of Residence Life,
Thank you for informing me that your records show that I have yet to pay my $500 housing deposit. However, I must inform you of the betrayal at the hands of Your Records. See, they have not been very honest with you (withholding information, sneaking behind your back, lying to you) which I feel is not a very healthy relationship, for you or Your Records. If Your Records truly cared for you as they said they did, they would have been honest with you and would have told you that I am a graduating senior and that I do not require housing for the Fall 2012 semester, or any semester thereafter. Instead they decided to use you to get more money from me and in very annoying ways. For example, when I returned home for Winter break, I found a notice mailed to my parents saying that I need to pay a housing deposit for next year, which caused a great stir in my house until the rumors were quelled (by me). Then, Your Records insisted on sending me numerous emails after realizing trying to trick my parents would not work. These attempts proved fruitless as well. Instead of giving up the charade, Your Records decided to push you to send me a flyer via my Ramapo mailbox, putting unnecessary stress on your relationship and driving you two further apart. I watched silently as Your Records hurt you time and time again, but I will no longer stand to the side. Office of Residence Life, as your friend, I insist that you end this unhappy relationship. Your Records are not only hurting you emotionally, but they are hurting everyone you around financially. Please. End this before it gets abusive. I will not stand by as Your Records push away those that are closest to you, just so they can make an extra buck. You must implore Your Records to stop using you to get students’ money, especially those that have no need to pay for housing next year. Please heed my words, for your health.
Your Dear Friend,
George Stritter Manager - J. Lee’s President - Ramapo College Disc Club Captain - RC Hammer Ultimate Frisbee Secretary - Philosophy Club
Because of this little gem (if I may say so), I now have a meeting with my boss’ boss tomorrow morning. Awesome.
I wish I was good at sports instead of just knowing everything about them. I would trade my soccer knowledge for soccer skill. Basketball knowledge for basketball skill. Any sport, trade trade trade. Someone should invent something like that. Give us nerds a chance. We can learn and memorize…
They already did invent it. It’s called Ultimate. In ultimate there is a need to think faster than in any sport I’ve played (those being soccer, basketball, and baseball), and I played all of them longer than I’ve played ultimate. This allows for what I call the “Ultimate Intelligence-Performance Correlation.” From what I have observed, the more intelligent people I have played with have been the more successful players. The skill of the player is not solely dependent on their intelligence though. There does have to be the athleticism to match. But, if you have to players of similar athletic skill, the more intelligent one will be the better ultimate player.
An example to back up how this doesn’t apply to other sports: Rob Gronkowski. He lit up the NFL this year, breaking at least 2 records for Tight Ends (TD’s and Receiving Yards, I believe). However, if you’ve ever heard him speak you realize that he lacks intelligence other than what he’s supposed to do on the field.
That being said with skill, comes knowledge. Playing a sport for years gives you a knowledge of the in’s and out’s of the sport. Hell, I don’t know how to curve a soccer ball, but the professional players do it all the time.
Being injured is the worst. Last week we were late to Winter League and I didn’t get a chance to warm up. Because of that I injured my hamstring. It’s nothing serious, but it’s enough to make sprinting extremely difficult and make me useless. This causes more mental pain than anything; there is nothing I hate more than feeling useless.
and I love when random people (usually White) walk past and vocally wonder what it is. OR better yet, when they walk in expecting Wonderland, and get a lounge with a bunch of couches and a popcorn machine. It makes me lqtm
People always complain that it’s being taken over by minorities (usually Asian). We just took it because no one else wanted to chill there.
wait…. you mean to tell me that J. Lee’s has been taken over by Asians?!?! when did this happen?
But on a serious note, to complain about it “being taken over by minorities,” is completely uncalled for. Everyone that hangs out in J. Lee’s that interacts with me is awesome in my opinion. By working there I have made friends with people who I probably normally wouldn’t have talked to in the first place. If someone doesn’t want to come in there because it is “being taken over by minorities” then fuck them, we don’t want them in there anyway.