I was hoping that I had dealt with stupid people with too much power for the last time in high school. Apparently, I was far too idealistic. Apparently, the university is threatening to do evil things to me if I don’t take out all the papers from under my bed by some time today (of course, they couldn’t be bothered to tell me what time). Fortunately, I’m sufficiently busy today that I probably won’t be there when they come, and hence I won’t have to talk to these idiots. Naturally, they didn’t give me any logical reason as to why the aforementioned papers must be removed. My guess is that they feel it violates this condition in the housing contract:
k. Maintain their self, their room and common areas in a clean, sanitary and nonhazardous condition throughout the term of this Contract and leave the room in a clean and orderly condition at the termination of this Contract. Be responsible for any damage to the room, its furnishings and equipment (reasonable wear excepted), and comply with all provisions of this Contract.
If you ask me, that condition says absolutely nothing. Who defines what clean, sanitary, and nonhazardous mean? Of course the room is a fire hazard. Anyone who is going to provide wooden beds, wooden desks, wooden chairs, and wooden closets (actually, that’s everything they provide except for the walls) must realize that the room is a fire hazard and just live with it rather than blaming a hapless resident. Of course papers burn, but they burn just as well if I hide them in my closet as they do under my bed. As for being clean, that should be an agreement between the people who actually live there. Admittedly, my roommate and I haven’t exchanged even a single word since early December. But surely if my mess was bothering him, he’d let me know.
Just because I’m really mad right now, I’m going to point out that whoever wrote this contract could have had the decency not to make such atrocious grammatical errors as “their self.”
I’ll try not to be so angry for the remainder of this post.
There was a stand-up comedy at UCSB Hillel yesterday called Stand Up for Peace. The name was derived from the fact that a Jew and an Arab (that sounds really weird: one is a religion and one an ethnicity) were there at the same time and not trying to kill each other. I don’t imagine anyone thinks that it’s not possible for such things to happen, but I suppose concrete evidence is welcomed. I thought about whether I would go for a while, and then I figured that I could use a bit of levity, so I went. It was very funny, as expected. I don’t think I had laughed that much for months, if not years, before yesterday night.
The first meeting of Math Club will be today. At least I can look forward to something.