Hotels that do not have functioning bath stops make me angry. I apologize for this outburst, but you see, I don't have a relaxing bubble bath to help counteract my frustration. Thus, I am trying to process these emotions through other means. (No pressure, blog, but I'd better be damned content by the time this entry is finished.)
Today was a consortium, which translates to standing behind a table for an hour at three different high schools with varying results. Sadly, nothing fascinating happened today, so I would classify it as a fail. (I suppose in terms of recruitment it wasn't... but since when is my job about numbers? Oh...) I did rag on a girl for stealing a pen, which I have learned in the college fair circuit is a rite of passage. We all anticipate this minor theft, but it really annoys me when they're bad at it. I mean, this girl literally walked up to the table, picked up the pen, and then returned to her group of friends. She was the only one around. Did she think I couldn't see? I don't know how these kids expect to get anywhere in life if they can't even lift a pen from an admissions rep. It's times like this I wonder about the future of America. (Also when I see more than a dozen sixteen-year-old boys wearing skinny jeans.)
The only true excitement of today was finding a kid who somehow fused the worlds of Harry Potter and Twilight. (That's right, I'm going there.) Imagine Goyle from Harry Potter. Now imagine Jacob from Twilight. Now squint. That was this kid. I never would have thought it possible, but there you go. Sadly, I could not be a super stalker and sneak a photo, but I'm sure he would have mistaken the camera flash as wand light and automatically changed into wolf form to protect the pack. I don't think I could live with the guilt; after all, one of my priorities is to keep the little thieves safe so they can make tuition payments.