Aug 30 2004
“I need a place to stay,” came the call out of the blue. “It will only be for a few days. Do you mind if I stay with you?”
He was coming down for school; just didn’t set up an apartment yet. So a new home search began. Where this will end, is anyone’s bet.
He drove me around to find a place to live. The order was sorted by price. The rating system included many phrases from, “Uhh,” “Eh,” and ending with “Nice.”
The first place was by far the worst, a place much darker than sin. No one can possibly live there, not at the Scholar’s Inn.
The others had funny names, names that just had to seen. One on a street named Marion Pugh, and another called Doux Chene.
He told me he had been accepted, but he still needed to register for class. The web page gave him some error. I can tell this will be a pain in the ___.
He went to the office the next day, where he started to pound on the door. He had to wait outside for an hour, all on Zachary’s cold floor.
He eventually got registered, though it was by far no small feat. One may call it divine intervention, but I think He just saved him a seat.
The time came to for him to decide, where was he going to live. So he read comments made on the web, to see what advice they might give.
One said “beautiful ladies in the office,” so we went to see if it was so, but another made him pause to think, no hot babe’s worth a car window.
He chose to go for the risk, as to why, it is not for me to tell. The hope is he can beat the odds, so I guess we shall all wish him well.
And now he moves all his stuff out; the place is bigger somehow Once you see all that space used, it seems smaller compared to now.
He is now finally on his own, with all of his stuff arranged just so. The place is rather nice, I just wish he had done this a while ago.
In the midst of this adventure, I say he should change his ways. You can’t hope to do so much when school starts in only two days.