SPARCing It
Where does that mysterious brick smokestack behind the Hop go? Does anyone ever think about the power plant attached to that smokestack, the one that supplies us all with (usually too much) heat and electricity?
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Where does that mysterious brick smokestack behind the Hop go? Does anyone ever think about the power plant attached to that smokestack, the one that supplies us all with (usually too much) heat and electricity?
Yes, I traveled to an Ivy-League school fifteen hundred and seventy-one point three miles away from home to ask that all-important question. I began my esteemed DDS career on a Friday night, from ten to two. Being the complete capitalist that I am, I chose this shift because you earn an extra dollar an hour. Of course, no one mentioned that you also completely sanitize and vacuum/mop all of Food Court. I arrived for work in my little green shirt and borrowed baseball cap that made me feel like an eight-year-old boy. The night began with sandwich and "wrap" making -- I think I broke more "wraps" than I successfully wrapped, and I definitely gave at least five people jalapeno "wraps" instead of white ones. Oops.
I am an '03 without a computer. I am an '03 writing this by hand because she has no computer. "Awww," you think. "It must be really tough not having a computer." I don't have a computer because in the interest of economy, I changed my order from a G3 Powerbook to an iBook, with gleaming visions of a vacation to Hawaii in the back of my mind. When I spoke with one of the computer gurus over the summer, when I ordered that bloody mcBook, he said that it would be here by the end of September, tops. And that even if it wasn't here in time, which was, "highly unlikely," there would be computer clusters in every dorm. When I arrived on campus and inquired about the whereabouts of the public dorm computer, my UGA smirked at me and replied, "Yeah, there are computers in the dorms. They're in the rooms." "Well," you're thinking to yourself, "at least her computer will be coming soon, I mean, hey, it's practically the end of the month." But you would be wrong.