Coca-cola and chicken. They have nothing in common except for that fact that they both start with the letter "c" and that one of my roommates likes microwaving frozen chicken with coke. Maybe she's using it as a substitute for sugar.
Amidst irritating computer troubles amounting no e-mail access and a dead power supply, I've been thrown into a whirl of orientations and seminars and little graduate student get-togethers that have people moaning, "I want to go back home and lock myself in my room." This morning alone, I've been subjected to horror stories about apartment rentals, service providers trying to wheedle out the extra activation fee, and careless drivers. There are so many new faces to learn. Perhaps they (and I) should keep a name tag plastered on our foreheads for the next two months.
