In another week will be Spring Break , that all too popular week or so off from college after Midterms. I had only one midterm myself, this in women's studies 201 G , one of the two courses I am taking this semester at the New Mexico State University Branch, Dona Ana. Yeah 50 going on 18-23, good one, as this fucking week on Friday when I returned from the New Mexico MVD where I got my new license plates [ but not the license as originally intended because their computers were down-all this Homeland Security Horseshit for Real ID Act. ] ; my new Community Assistant [ same as Resident Assistant but called " CA"] here at NMSU Cervantes Apts. walked over to warn me that somebody complained I was " Making too much noise". This not being the first time, however, as when I first moved in the same bullshit. I couldn't remember her name, but upon saying " I forgot your name but I know you from somewhere?" , she said " Kristen, From Stonewall, but that's not why I'm here". In her usual bad attitude toward me, something that did not surprise me coming from her-a super serious student if there were any, she said " We had a noise complaint about you" this as she rolled her fucking eyes acting like " Ms. Superior" to the max.
Anyway , so I said " Not again, I've been keeping my TV and radio down and double checking it after 10 PM ; I tend to stay up all night because I don't have morning classes. I probably was talking to myself, as I usually do, when doing homework. Probably the Women's studies; that or watching those damn Republican bastards on TV News!" Continuing , she chimes, in her fucking major attitude problem, discerning attitude that I know her all too well for at our weekly Stonewall Queer-Straight Alliance meetings; " It's not that. One of your neighbors called in about your cursing and stuff". To which I said " That is, like, ummm, abridging my freedom of speech and expression" Need I say that she did NOT have the nicest look upon her fucking face? Anyway, so I added " I mean what is NMSU supposed to be? a freaking university or a God Damn monastery or maybe a Baptist university like Bob Jones or Liberty? Here I'm considering applying to another, more creative-liberal arts college or university, and reading in College Prowler.com at SUNY Purchase College in New York State, they talk about the RA's breaking up loud parties. That said, I mean more exciting stuff must happen here at NMSU, right?"
Rolling her fucking eyes , she said " Well this is the family housing and some people have young children around here, but whatever, it's no big deal". " Yeah , as Joe M. said in our Stonewall Meeting last semester " It is no fucking big fucking deal at fucking all!", laughing loudly as I watched her face; she remembered that night! Continuing, I told her, " Funny but I haven't even met my bathroom share-mate yet, the woman in the adjoining student apartment who decorates our freaking bathroom with her flowers and little rabbits, mushrooms all over the toilet tank with colored vases on the sink! All I know is that she speaks fluent Espanol" Kristen then said " Maybe you should introduce yourself, then; Or maybe not?" That said , my friend stephanie said that I am probably better off not doing so, as she may be some weird or crazy person. Which leads me to believing that it may be fucking "chica" herself who has been calling to complain; as I often do talk to myself and yes , swear like the lesbian sailor's parrot! This especially when watching, or reading about, REPUGNANT POLITICIANS SUCH AS SENATOR PAUL " BOY WONDER" RYAN.
Anyway, so is life in college as the non-traditional student; one who prides herself on never having grown up and become a sell-out to society and the god damn catholic church like the rest of my cousins. One who has never had children and became one of those douche-bag, uptight about everything parents like the one who probably lodged the complaint, maybe. I think it is " Florida' Mujur" , that fucking Mexicano-Americano Chica who decorates our shared bathroom with all this girly-girl bullshit as if it were a formal table at an upscale restaurant on her date with " don Juan de Onate' or don Ponce de Leon". This as the Indigenous Woman awaiting her Catholic Rape, I mean baptism in Colonial New Mexico or Florida. My bad, I know, but something gives me the feeling it is " Chica" in the adjoining student apartment.
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