Amtrak, in their infinite wisdom, decided to cancel my train yesterday morning without bothering to notify me. If that’s the extent to which they care about their customers, they’ve just lost one. The Amtrak people didn’t seem to be in the least bit sorry about the inconvenience they had caused me.
Anyway, I arrived in Santa Barbara around 6 and took a taxi back to UCSB. Of course, the dorm was closed, as expected, but I am absolutely certain that my RA was in his room since his curtain was slightly open. I didn’t bother asking him whether he would let me in since I’m sure he wouldn’t have, especially since he specifically told me that dorms would be closed on Saturday. So I went over to CCS and practiced piano for an hour, and then I went off to get some food. I figured I would check whether UCSB Hillel was open since I didn’t have much to do, and CCS is too cold for me to get anything done. Unfortunately, it wasn’t open, so I went back, failed to find Apostol’s Analytic Number Theory in 148, and then tried to sleep.
Sleeping didn’t go too well. I woke up at least once in every hour. By 7, I decided I had had enough of that and went to check if the dorm had opened. It hadn’t, so I went back to CCS and listened to Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony. By then it was a little past 9, so I checked the dorm again, but it was still closed. So I stopped by South Hall, which was (amazingly) open. There wasn’t anything to do there, so I left and stopped by the music building and checked my grade for Music 15, even though I already knew it. It shouldn’t have been posted since I marked that I didn’t want it posted, just to be annoying, but no one ever listens to me.
But then I checked the dorm again, and that time, it was open, so I went in and used the computer for an hour then brought my stuff over. My hands hurt from dragging all that heavy luggage across campus. Ouch.