Well, I talked to my dad last night…
My sister was online and I yakked with her for a while, and asked her if dad was around. He was sleeping, but she woke him up. I felt bad, but I usually get back so late. That’s why I haven’t called lately, but last night was an emergency. It’s even worse that I don’t have an actual phone plan, so I always have to call collect.
It turns out I’d never be able to make it to my sister’s party, because the train schedule to Connecticut is funky.
The money situation does not look good, but I’m going to the business office today to see what I can do. Maybe they’ll except a partial payment. I dunno. We’ll see. I’m going to run the book business for all it’s worth, so maybe I’ll be able to scrape together a little extra money. Actually, if they kick me out of college, it might be nice to vagabond for a while on the motorcycle.
I got it insured yesterday, Progressive should be sending me the insurance card soon. It only cost 101$ for the ENTIRE YEAR. I got some extra coverage because it was so cheap.
I went with Setti, Helina, and Agaba to the airport last evening to pick up some new international students.
Helina and Agaba were rather loud and argued about everything the entire way there and back, but I had some nice conversations with Setti while we waited.
We picked up Karin Clinton and her brother and mother first; she’s from the Bahamas, and she’s going to be an accounting major. She’s very confident it seems, not worried about anything. A very nice girl. She and her family went to a hotel.
Wee Lee, a new student from Malaysia, came late because he got pulled aside by the customs people. We checked with the airline, though, and found out that he would be coming on the next flight; so we waited for him. He’s a nice kid, bright and easy going. He’s thinking about being an economics major.
He slept at the Rafiki House, because they had no key for his dorm (incompetent schmucks, that’s some welcome). Anyhow, he seemed to enjoy the house, so I think he’ll like it here.
We didn’t bring any signs, because I refuse to. I love watching people in airports. 9 times out of 10 I can guess who the person we’re picking up is. Some of you may remember that I have this sense to tell what people are feeling?
I like standing by the terminal door and let their thoughts wash over me. And if you watch hard enough, you can find them alright. I picked them both out right away, even though the information they had given us was wrong. They told us Karin was from Mexico, and we didn’t know whether Wee Lee was a boy or a girl!
It was fun, though. Helina and Agaba were freaking out that we’d never find them, even after I reassured them that I had never missed anyone that had been my fault. (I had missed one, but it turned out that their flight was canceled, so it wasn’t my fault). Setti thought it was cool, so she hung out with me while I watched.
I’m going to the business office at lunch. Wish me luck!