The hell?

I was in the kitchen labeling some stuff to put in the freezer, which means I pulled out the sharpie that I keep in my drawer in the kitchen. I temporarily put the sharpie down to wrangle some chicken, and a freshman picks up the sharpie, labels something with it, and puts it away in my drawer without ever giving some indication that she knew it was mine. (This was the point where I should have said something, but I was a little O_o about it.) Upon further inspection of my drawer, I noticed that I'm missing a mug - a easy thing to fix because it has my high school's name on it so I felt no guilt claiming it off the shelf of public property.

So either they've assumed that my drawer is in fact the floor drawer (which is on the other side of the oven), or we have some freshmen with unorthodox ideas about personal property. I'm hoping it's the first, and have added a sign ("This is not the public drawer you're looking for") to the inside of my drawer. But still, what the hell? There's a post-it note with my name on it on the front of the drawer, for crying out loud!

And then at fencing, someone suggested I consider becoming Daniel Jackson as a career option during the semi-regular "why didn't I choose an employable-without-grad-school major" bitching session.

angry letters of the day

Dear Sarah Palin,

If you want to knock science you think is unimportant or irrelevant, you should pick a better example than fruit fly research. Because it's not like the entire modern study of genetics was and is based on research done on fruit flies. Oh, wait. It is.

signed,
someone who sat through 90 minutes on the FOXP2 gene today. also, by everyone who paid attention in high school biology.

Dear professor whose TA gave the lecture on the FOXP2,

Really? You want to wrap up the lecture with the comment "I thought that was a little hard. Did anyone else think that was hard? I'm sure [TA] will be happy to meet with you if you have any questions." No, I didn't think it was hard, you condescending asswipe. And even if it was? I expect things to be hard. I can cope just fine without your attempts to dumb down the class. Sit down, shut up, and stop making me late to my next class.

signed,
someone who is probably over-compensating for imposter syndrome.

ETA: Dear asshole who locked everyone out of the only bathroom with decent water pressure (which is also the only bathroom with a lock, the only bathroom where adjusting the water temperature does something, and the only bathroom that is warm in the winter),

I hate you.

signed,
someone who quickly got sick of standing under the trickle of water in the inferior shower waiting for her hair to even get wet all the way through.