Poo-poo...

Well here's a really poo-poo from Princeton right here. Guess who locked themself out of their single room. Oh yeah. Except Princeton has a lovely lockout policy to make it all better. During business hours (8:45-5), if you lock yourself out, you have to walk to a building across campus to borrow a temporary replacement key that you have to return within twenty-four hours. Here's the catch: the third time you have to do this, and any subsequent times, you have to pay $30 for borrowing the key. It gets better. If you lock yourself out after business hours or on the weekend, you have to call Public Safety, which is an automatic $30 each time. At 6:30, I realized that I locked myself out... yet again. Last week I locked myself out on Tuesday, too, but it was only my first time, so I just walked over to New South (the building for the Housing Department), got back in my room, and everything was just fine and dandy. But today, since it was after hours, I couldn't really do this. Sadly, I also inherited this problem with spending money from father dearest, so naturally, I don't want to pay the $30 for P-Safe to come let me in my room. Luckily I have some friends that live in an 8 person suite and have a couch in their common room, so I'm camping out there for the night, but it's still very annoying not having my glasses or pajamas to change into. So now I have to wake up in the morning to go get a key, get into my room, and then get ready to go to class. Joy. Plus I have the added stress of knowing that I can't lock myself out. For the rest of the year. Even better. My goal is to tie my lanyard to my backpack. Hopefully that works. But that's the news from Princeton. 'Ofa atu!