Coming to a blog near you...
Okay, so being at Stony Brook isn't so entirely bad anymore. I finally got to do something, and although what I was testing didn't really have to do with anything I am/will be dealing with, it's experience. Even so, it was still nice since I've just been shadowing my undergrad for the past week and a half. Also, I'm getting to know everyone better so it's not half as awkward as it was originally.
The j. crew (this group of high school boys) is still taking up space. They basically occupy that spot in the office now, but for the latter half of day that they're there, I've relocated to the other office room (that's conveniently password-protected). It will be even more convenient when the two girls come back next week too, although I'm not sure how much free time I'll have anymore since my grad student is coming back next week too. I'm glad she's feeling better, but I was just getting used to the vast amounts of free time I have (or maybe I just enjoy not working).
Speaking of free time, my friend finished about a half-an-hour earlier too, so since it was just the two of us today, we decided to explore the building a bit. You may or may not be surprised to hear that she was completely confused as well, and after taking the magic elevators she was just as befuddled as I was a few days ago. She too thought her tower was on the complete opposite side of the building. Hm, maybe the building really is magical. That, and/or the creator was on crack. No wait. Actually, I'm pretty sure of that last part.
Coincidentally though, we also realized in a conversation during breakfast that the two elevators have no fourth or thirteenth floor. For those who aren't aware, the two numbers are considered bad luck in Asian and American societies respectively. So then we wondered if the architect did that on purpose, but in the end, it all came back to, "No, he was just on crack."
Anyway, after screwing around with the elevators for a good thirty minutes (during which one point it got stuck for a quick moment), we decided to delve into the dark, curvy corridors of the magically messed up building and unquestionably follow these signs that said "Wellness Walk" and had arrows that constantly changed directions along the path. It's really hard to explain, but it actually lead us down some strange places, and made me decide that I really could probably write a horror story based on this and the other eccentric things I see on campus.
So yes! Coming to a blog near you, The Stony Brook Chronicles! It's the story of a group of kids, lost on campus and in superstition, or is it... the truth?
Haha... I'll be sure to take pictures to show you how I'm not kidding about things either.
The j. crew (this group of high school boys) is still taking up space. They basically occupy that spot in the office now, but for the latter half of day that they're there, I've relocated to the other office room (that's conveniently password-protected). It will be even more convenient when the two girls come back next week too, although I'm not sure how much free time I'll have anymore since my grad student is coming back next week too. I'm glad she's feeling better, but I was just getting used to the vast amounts of free time I have (or maybe I just enjoy not working).
Speaking of free time, my friend finished about a half-an-hour earlier too, so since it was just the two of us today, we decided to explore the building a bit. You may or may not be surprised to hear that she was completely confused as well, and after taking the magic elevators she was just as befuddled as I was a few days ago. She too thought her tower was on the complete opposite side of the building. Hm, maybe the building really is magical. That, and/or the creator was on crack. No wait. Actually, I'm pretty sure of that last part.
Coincidentally though, we also realized in a conversation during breakfast that the two elevators have no fourth or thirteenth floor. For those who aren't aware, the two numbers are considered bad luck in Asian and American societies respectively. So then we wondered if the architect did that on purpose, but in the end, it all came back to, "No, he was just on crack."
Anyway, after screwing around with the elevators for a good thirty minutes (during which one point it got stuck for a quick moment), we decided to delve into the dark, curvy corridors of the magically messed up building and unquestionably follow these signs that said "Wellness Walk" and had arrows that constantly changed directions along the path. It's really hard to explain, but it actually lead us down some strange places, and made me decide that I really could probably write a horror story based on this and the other eccentric things I see on campus.
So yes! Coming to a blog near you, The Stony Brook Chronicles! It's the story of a group of kids, lost on campus and in superstition, or is it... the truth?
Haha... I'll be sure to take pictures to show you how I'm not kidding about things either.
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