Jason Rodriguez - The Moose in the Closet: Junior Year: Last Days

I wan to thank everyone who contributed at The Hive yesterday. It came off better than I imagined it would and next column will only be better.

With The Hive my readership here went up more than a little bit. Before I get to today’s story I need to ask you all once again to please, please, please support Elk’s Run. Order some copies. Go to our website and print out the order form, bring it to your retailer and ask him to order up some copies. We really need it – the book is solid, you’ll enjoy it – and it’s a shame that all we can do is ask you go through the convoluted ordering process but that’s all we can do, at the moment. Over the next year, at The Hive, we’ll supposedly come up with some new ideas but for now – if you like this site and you like The Hive and you want to show your appreciation in some little way I’m asking you to please get behind this book. That’s all, begging done – we appreciate all the support we’ve gotten already and I know it’s selfish to ask for more but we just want to be able to tell our story and I know a lot of you want to be able to finish it. So please, support the book. Thanks.

Three weeks of The Moose left. Today’s story is a bit light because The Hive took a lot of my time yesterday – I’ll try to make next weeks bang up for ya, promise, and the last week is already written.

Story time…
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Junior year started good and ended better. I was staying in Boston for the summer, hooked up with a job for the Office of Resident Life doing skits for incoming freshmen – I was working with Sleazy Steve and this girl that I had a little bit of a crush on – that’s a good set-up. Interviewed with Jillian’s and got my job game-teching at night which was a great job for the first few months but it got old after a while.

Meanwhile I checked out my new apartment on south campus, met my two roommates whose names I don’t remember. One was Asian and one was Russian – that’s all I got, honestly. Once Robin and I started hooking up I never stayed in the apartment anyway (she had air conditioning).

We had our RA awards dinner – it was a sit down ordeal with key-note speakers and the like. I actually won an award for outstanding RA. This wasn’t the “outstanding student” award they gave to every kid in kindergarten – this was the type of award only ten or twenty people got. You see, it’s funny, because…well…I friggin’ blew a police operation to save my resident’s from jail time. Good person, bad RA.

I don’t even know where the award is anymore. I don’t even remember what it looked like.

Classes ended much better than junior year, as in I passed and you can’t complain about that shit. I spent the last couple of weeks looking for a lab I could work in over the summer but had no luck. I really wanted to work in a controls lab – there was one professor who was doing this thing were stabilizers were placed by your ears and they kicked out a platform you were standing on and measured how much you swayed with and without the stabilizers turned on. I would have loved that job just to watch people fall.

I wrote the first draft of Sleaze and started working out actors, schedules and movie equipment – all of which fell through by the second day. A little bit later Guam and I got started on Mr. Sandman and that one made it through editing.

On the whole – a lot better than the way sophomore year ended – a lot better than I imagined junior year ending up.

I wrote a letter, nothing at all like the letter I wrote to my grandparents. It was sort of a “thank you” letter except I don’t recall it being THAT cheesy but it probably was. I reproduced it, sealed it, and dropped it in a bunch of the RA’s boxes. It just sort of explained how last year ended (minus the pill thing) and how this year was better than I ever imagined it to be and that I don’t think it would have been as good without them. Yeah, it’s cheesy, and very Golden Girls, but you’ve all been reading this site for the past 11 months and you know I have no idea expressing my feelings.

Packed up and “pre-moved” to Warren Towers for a week. Didn’t unpack anything, just lived out of a suitcase and tried my hardest to never spend extra time in that room if I didn’t have to. Warren Towers was the freshman dorm and I luckily never had to move there – the place was just depressing.

It was a good year but when all was said and done, I was ready for something different.

And that’s when Robin came in.

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Junior Year: Last Days

Friday, January 13, 2006

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