September 3rd, 2002
so all the rooms in woodruff now have 2 lights. it's one of those double bulb long florescent deals, and each bulb gets its own lightswitch. why the hell do we need this? 1 bulb is MORE than enough. the suckers are bright. and i don't see why i'ts importnat to be able to seperately control 2 bulbs which are right next to each other. it's like ghetto track lighting.
i'm not complaining, mind you, i am thrilled that they took out the old lights which kept burning out every time my door got slammed. i swear i went thru 3823583 lightbulbs last year. so yeah, not complaining. i just don't understand why they went to so much trouble.
i have email from about a month ago that i havnet responded to yet. i should probably do that sometime
my milton teacher was SO nervous she made me nervous. i dunno about that.
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it's like ghetto track lighting
*laugh* I like the imagery
|Date:||September 4th, 2002 12:26 am (UTC)|| |
Hee, indeed. At least Dan gets lights. I forgot to check, but how much do you wanna bet our apartment will have the convenient "here, plug a lamp into this switch-controlled outlet [note: we don't tell you which one it is] because we think you will prefer this to real lighting facilities" type dealie in the living room? Who decided this was a good idea for every suite I've seen ever in my entire life that isn't made up of an old converted house?
So they added an extra switch to control half the fluorescent fixture? Well, at least you aren't forced to have the thing on full blast.. fluorescent is nasty stuff, unless they shelled out extra for the bulbs that aren't ghetto cool white basement cheap.
well, at least that way you can position the light wherever you like, i guess
this is unh. they don't shell out for insurance for the buildings. we get cheap lights.
|Date:||September 4th, 2002 12:28 am (UTC)|| |
teachers who don't seem comfortable usually bother me.. i don't like feeling sorry for people or wondering if they're going to collapse. be confident, damnit!
better than the teacher my friend was tellin me about, who was visibly shaking and sweating, and he was reading off notecards. someone asked him a question on something (it was an anthropology class); he looked at his notes for a minute, looked up, and said "i don't know."