Things that confuse me.

1. The stairwells. I live in a very well-secured apartment complex with two stairwells. Each time I try to use the stairs I end up getting locked out because the door to every floor is locked. I don't understand! Is it a ploy to get us all a little fatter by using the elevator? Or maybe everyone riding the elevator builds community? Why do I have a college education but I can't figure out how to use the stairs??

2. The trash chute. This does not confuse me but freaks me out. Next to my apartment is a little dungeon room with a small door. We throw our trash down and it goes into the dumpster in the basement parking garage. I don't know what I fear: falling in? dropping in something valuable? a trash monster? I don't know, but I am telling you, that trash chute is scary!

3. How much I love my apartment. Guys, seriously, it is so cute. I feel like such a grown-up. BUT I wish all of you Georgia College folks were here with me. I can only think that I wish you guys could share in this experience with me.



4. And finally, why I have just watched three hours of Project Runway...

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  1. laneySeptember 18, 2011 at 3:28 PM

    ...because i am now a mother and not a college student...i will not tell you how we got around that door locking situation in college 45 years ago...but i will tell you that the trash chute sounds positively wonderful to me...and that is indeed a real apartment...and not a dorm room...and how close are you to being able to see the rose bowl parade...have a wonderful week...love and prayers...elaine/ccww

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