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This [what? never use "this" without a referent] was just like any usual day in Pennsylvania, dreary, overcast. Being from Pittsburgh, I was long accustomed to the dismal sort of weather that our half of the state endured from time to time. However, back on track, the day started out rather slow, with me sleeping in, of course, and just laying around wondering why my internet wasn’t working. Around 2pm I went down to ResCom, which stands for Residential Computing, in the Waring Commons. I took my laptop with me, to aid the process.
As I waited my turn to be helped, lugging my somewhat large laptop;[this should be a comma] I was amazed at all the students who could not simply input IP addresses or other basic computer functions. Finally, when it was my turn to be helped, they quickly ascertained that I had configured my laptop correctly, and then scheduled an appointment for Sunday at 1, to see if my[the] connection was bad in my room.
Dejected that the problem could not be fixed immediately, I shuffled my way back to my room, and continued to read. Now, to understand me, you need to know that I love to read, I guess my mom got me into it at an early age, and I never quite gave it up. [This sent. is superfluous] Instead of watching television or playing video games, I read. It was like watching television, and I could do it for hours on end. Which I did t[T]his day, I read from 2:30pm until 7:30pm. It was at nine that the trouble began.
During the course of the previous day, I had met a sophomore; I will call him Jason, because in this publication, all names are changed to protect the innocent. And [E]arlier that morning, I had met his roommate, Tyler. Tyler and Jason were going to have a few of their friends over that night, just to hang out, and they invited me to come to their room, which is right down the hall from mine.
That night, their friends, Leslie and Jill, came over and it was a great time listening to all their stories about being freshmen. Although, when the conversation got dull, Leslie suggested that we go to her friend’s, who was having a party. Jason didn’t want to come, because he was going over to his friend’s dorm room, and Jill was tired, because she was out late partying the night before. As a result, Leslie, Tyler and I proceeded all the way down to an apartment building called Meridian II.
It was at this moment, that I realized he was chasing me, along with the policeman following behind. I took off at a sprint, running through the creepy trees in front of Old Main and across Purtin Rd. He was still behind me, so I ran back across Purtin road, behind the Williard building, and then across it again, and around the Carnegie building, which leads to a passageway under Thompson and eventually to Hamilton Hall, where I live. Finally away from my two curious pursuers, I almost breathed a sigh of relief, when I heard someone screaming coming through Thomas.
Presently, I am in my comfortable bed, under lock and key, smiling about the odd events that I was involved in that night. As I slowly drift off to sleep, I wonder if every night at Penn State University was like the one I had just incurred. ["]No, that’s impossible,[" is] the conclusion I arrived at, in the safety and security of my blankets.
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This was just like any usual day in Pennsylvania, dreary, overcast. Being from Pittsburgh, I was long accustomed to the dismal sort of weather that our half of the state endured from time to time. However, back on track, the day started out rather slow, with me sleeping in, of course, and just laying around wondering why my internet wasn’t working. Around 2pm I went down to ResCom, which stands for Residential Computing, in the Waring Commons. I took my laptop with me, to aid the process.
As I waited my turn to be helped, lugging my somewhat large laptop; I was amazed at all the students who could not simply input IP addresses or other basic computer functions. Finally, when it was my turn to be helped, they quickly ascertained that I had configured my laptop correctly, and then scheduled an appointment for Sunday at 1, to see if my connection was bad in my room.
Dejected that the problem could not be fixed immediately, I shuffled my way back to my room, and continued to read. Now, to understand me, you need to know that I love to read, I guess my mom got me into it at an early age, and I never quite gave it up. Instead of watching television or playing video games, I read. It was like watching television, and I could do it for hours on end. Which I did this day, I read from 2:30pm until 7:30pm. It was at nine that the trouble began.
During the course of the previous day, I had met a sophomore; I will call him Jason, because in this publication, all names are changed to protect the innocent. And earlier that morning, I had met his roommate, Tyler. Tyler and Jason were going to have a few of their friends over that night, just to hang out, and they invited me to come to their room, which is right down the hall from mine.
That night, their friends, Leslie and Jill, came over and it was a great time listening to all their stories about being freshmen. Although, when the conversation got dull, Leslie suggested that we go to her friend’s, who was having a party. Jason didn’t want to come, because he was going over to his friend’s dorm room, and Jill was tired, because she was out late partying the night before. As a result, Leslie, Tyler and I proceeded all the way down to an apartment building called Meridian II.
It was at this moment, that I realized he was chasing me, along with the policeman following behind. I took off at a sprint, running through the creepy trees in front of Old Main and across Purtin Rd. He was still behind me, so I ran back across Purtin road, behind the Williard building, and then across it again, and around the Carnegie building, which leads to a passageway under Thompson and eventually to Hamilton Hall, where I live. Finally away from my two curious pursuers, I almost breathed a sigh of relief, when I heard someone screaming coming through Thomas.
Presently, I am in my comfortable bed, under lock and key, smiling about the odd events that I was involved in that night. As I slowly drift off to sleep, I wonder if every night at Penn State University was like the one I had just incurred. No, that’s impossible, the conclusion I arrived at, in the safety and security of my blankets.
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Presently, I am in my comfortable bed, under lock and key, smiling about the odd events that I was involved in that night. As I slowly drift off to sleep, I wonder if every night at Penn State University was like the one I had just incurred. No, that’s impossible, the conclusion I arrived at, in the safety and security of my blankets.
It was at this moment, that I realized he was chasing me, along with the policeman following behind. I took off at a sprint, running through the creepy trees in front of Old Main and across Pollock Rd. He was still behind me, so I ran back across Pollock road, behind the Williard building, and then across it again, and around the Carnegie building, which leads to a passageway under Thompson and eventually to Hamilton Hall, where I live. Finally away from my two curious pursuers, I almost breathed a sigh of relief, when I heard someone screaming coming through Thomas.
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Edited on 2005-09-08 17:31:42 by HimEros
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Presently, I am in my comfortable bed, under lock and key, smiling about the odd events that I was involved in that night. As I slowly drift off to sleep, I wonder if every night at Penn State University was like the one I had just incurred. No, that’s impossible, the conclusion I arrived at, in the safety and security of my blankets.
It was at this moment, that I realized he was chasing me, along with the policeman following behind. I took off at a sprint, running through the creepy trees in front of Old Main and across Pollock Rd. He was still behind me, so I ran back across Pollock road, behind the Williard building, and then across it again, and around the Carnegie building, which leads to a passageway under Thompson and eventually to Hamilton Hall, where I live. Finally away from my two curious pursuers, I almost breathed a sigh of relief, when I heard someone screaming coming through Thomas.
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My Self Narrative
Dawn was approaching as I slammed into the door of my hall, feverishly trying to activate the automatic lock with my ID+ Card. Only until safely inside did I realize how out of breath I was and how badly I was shaking. However, to totally understand how I was put into this position, I must take you back to the day after move-in at
Penn State University, August 27th, 2005.
This was just like any usual day in Pennsylvania, dreary, overcast. Being from Pittsburgh, I was long accustomed to the dismal sort of weather that our half of the state endured from time to time. However, back on track, the day started out rather slow, with me sleeping in, of course, and just laying around wondering why my internet wasn’t working. Around 2pm I went down to
ResCom, which stands for Residential Computing, in the Waring Commons. I took my laptop with me, to aid the process.
As I waited my turn to be helped, lugging my somewhat large laptop; I was amazed at all the students who could not simply input IP addresses or other basic computer functions. Finally, when it was my turn to be helped, they quickly ascertained that I had configured my laptop correctly, and then scheduled an appointment for Sunday at 1, to see if my connection was bad in my room.
Dejected that the problem could not be fixed immediately, I shuffled my way back to my room, and continued to read. Now, to understand me, you need to know that I love to read, I guess my mom got me into it at an early age, and I never quite gave it up. Instead of watching television or playing video games, I read. It was like watching television, and I could do it for hours on end. Which I did this day, I read from 2:30pm until 7:30pm. It was at nine that the trouble began.
During the course of the previous day, I had met a sophomore; I will call him Jason, because in this publication, all names are changed to protect the innocent. And earlier that morning, I had met his roommate, Tyler. Tyler and Jason were going to have a few of their friends over that night, just to hang out, and they invited me to come to their room, which is right down the hall from mine.
That night, their friends, Leslie and Jill, came over and it was a great time listening to all their stories about being freshmen. Although, when the conversation got dull, Leslie suggested that we go to her friend’s, who was having a party. Jason didn’t want to come, because he was going over to his friend’s dorm room, and Jill was tired, because she was out late partying the night before. As a result, Leslie, Tyler and I proceeded all the way down to an apartment building called Meridian II.
At this party, there were many juniors and more sophomores, and yes, there may have been an alcoholic beverage or two. However, the story lies not in the party, but after it. For around 3am I realized that the party was winding down, and I decided to get going. I walked out the front door, and felt weird that I could not find Tyler and Leslie. Maybe it was the ominous feeling, or maybe it was the alcohol, I couldn’t tell which, but when the elevator came up, a policeman stepped out, and proceeded to knock on the door which I had just left. Curiously, he said hello to me, and looked awkwardly at me, as I waved at him when the elevator door closed. “Whew!” I thought, “That was ridiculously close.” Thank God I decided to leave that party when I did. Little did I know that on the walk home, there would be more in store for me.
Halfway home, I walked past another policeman, and even though I was coolly walking in a straight line, he looked at me suspiciously, and followed at a distance. By this time, I was almost panicking until I spotted a drunken frat guy up ahead. I figured that the cop would stop following me, and probably serve the frat guy with a DUA (drinking under age). However, when I got near said frat guy, he seemed to take an interest in me. “Man, that guy has a really determined walk, and wow! Look at those jeans, they are so form fitting. Man, I wish I was him,” he said. When I walked twenty yards past him, he yelled at me, “Wait! Hold up a minute!”
It was at this moment, that I realized he was chasing me, along with the policeman following behind. I took off at a sprint, running through the creepy trees in front of Old Main and across Purtin Rd. He was still behind me, so I ran back across Purtin road, behind the Williard building, and then across it again, and around the Carnegie building, which leads to a passageway under Thompson and eventually to Hamilton Hall, where I live. Finally away from my two curious pursuers, I almost breathed a sigh of relief, when I heard someone screaming coming through Thomas.
Dawn was approaching as I slammed into the door of my hall, feverishly trying to activate the automatic lock with my ID+ Card. Only until safely inside did I realize how out of breath I was and how badly I was shaking.
Presently, I am in my comfortable bed, under lock and key, smiling about the odd events that I was involved in that night. As I slowly drift off to sleep, I wonder if every night at Penn State University was like the one I had just incurred. No, that’s impossible, the conclusion I arrived at, in the safety and security of my blankets.