Late night Laundry night

So after going to office hours for an hour and a half, and going to a meeting for an ASB (alternative spring break) trip, and working the rest of the night on a Computer Science project that's due tomorrow, I realized I haven't done my laundry. And I need to do my laundry if I am to take a shower tomorrow morning because I'm pretty sure it defeats to point of showering if I dry myself off with a dirty towel and dirty bathrobe.

So after being irritated that it's 11:15 PM and I want to go to bed (which by the way is pretty early for Stanford students, scandal I know)...and after wheeling down the large hallway with the faint aroma of pot to the elevator and down to the laundry room with a big bag of laundry and detergent on my lap...I was trying to figure out what I would do with the next hour and half that I have until my laundry is done. Because you can't just leave your laundry in the free shared dorm room washers and dryers. If you do, you risk theft and even worse, the chance that someone with handle your intimates and put them on a dirty table so that someone else can use your washer that you were just using. Yes, this really happens. Ironically, sometimes I have to be the sketchy one to handle someone else's intimates in order to use a dryer I can reach. So, I must watch my clothes hour by hour and arrive to retrieve my clean clothes right when the meter hits 0 mins. But, yes, I was trying to figure out what I would do whilst I waited. I could do homework and study, but who does that the week before finals? I could watch TV shows on Hulu (a very good backup option). Or I could blog.

So here we are. I'm trying something a bit new. I have recently been inspired by a friend who is very good and funny at blogging and I'm taking a page of advice from her style format. (Oh snaps, I totally just edited the html in this blog to add a link to my friends blog. Yeah CS 105!) She's much better at rambling on about the thoughts in her head than I am, but I'm trying.

This week as been an interesting one. I went to a meeting about a student initiated course I'm teaching in the spring called 'Sport and Disability'. I'm very excited about it. I'm co-teaching it with someone and we are talking about adaptive sports and some of the dilemmas that arise with disabled sports. At the end of the course, students get to learn and play wheelchair basketball. Did I mention this is open to everyone? Yes, very exciting.

The other fun thing that happened this week was that I sheared a screw on my wheelchair. Again. Originally I sheared one that was on my backrest but I got it fixed a week ago thanks to my Mechanical Engineering friend, but this time I sheared a screw on my front caster wheels. Did you know that you actually need those? Luckily the screw didn't fall out when I was wheeling, but it was close. I had to sit on a bench to figure out what the problem was. Yes that is my wheel in my hand with the broken screw in the other. Luckily a nice stranger offered to take my picture. Haha. Just kidding, I was with a friend when this happened. Holding on to her backpack while she biked probably wasn't the best idea at the time....