Fundy U: BJU edition

[FormerFundy]

(01-03-2011 10:36 PM)steviusthedevious Wrote:  Wow! These are incredible! I remember being disappointed that students at school so easily accepted his comment when many of us knew that it was untrue. Btw, even after his comment, it was still enforced on one of my friends.

I knew the moment BJIII gave his explanation on Larry King, and the subsequent "apology" published on BJ's website, that it was full of crap.

I'll believe their "apologies" when they publically admit that in fact they were guilty of the sin of racism...somehow I think I'll see a few pigs fly by my office window on the 26th floor before that happens.

[JordanMaria]

I didn't have too bad of a time at BJ. Once in a while I'd run into trouble, but not much.

I worked as a dishwaser in the dining common and had to wear these ugly blue dresses. Sometimes I had to go directly to class after work and I'd hate it cause I felt all gross and smelled like food. We'd take the trays off the conveyer belt and bang them into garbage cans to remove the leftover food. Salad bowls also had to be banged, an glasses had to be put into trays. Lunch rush was terrible because you had to do all three at once on your side. Mac and cheese was the worst. It rarely came off with just banging and had to be scraped out with you hands (we wore gloves!). Once in a while, some D-bad would get smart and stick his glass right in the middle of the mac & cheese so it was like glued to the tray. That would really slow the line down because we'd have to stop, pull the glass off then scrape out the M&C. Ick.

[mounty]

(01-21-2011 04:41 PM)JordanMaria Wrote:  Once in a while, some D-bad would get smart and stick his glass right in the middle of the mac & cheese so it was like glued to the tray. That would really slow the line down because we'd have to stop, pull the glass off then scrape out the M&C. Ick.

Yeah, I remember hearing the screams. I worked as a cook for one year before getting the heck out of Dodge - life at the M&G was ever so much better. Though I gotta say, of all the jobs at the Dining Common, I think Cook was the best. We made all the messes and Potwash had to clean up after us. And who can forget "Hard-Boiled Egg Baseball" on Saturday afternoons? (Man, did we get it for that one!) Shredding those 5-pound blocks of cheese was great, too, because every 10 minutes we'd have to stop to clean the blades off, which meant dense little rolls of Land-o-Lakes Cheddar were forever being handed out. Then there were meatball days and the endless "better test this to make sure everything's cooked" trips to the ovens.

Probably the funniest story was one weekday afternoon, me and another cook were just chilling, waiting for the soup to cook or something, when one of the girls in the Salad prep area let out this blood-curdling scream. We both ran over to where she was pointing to where the corner of the walls met the ceiling (and it's a high ceiling) where a "palmetto bug" (ie. a Dolph Lundgren-sized cockroach that flies, ie. the demon-spawn of Satan) was chilling. I always carried rubber bands, bracelet-style, while I was in the kitchen (and yet bracelets themselves are wrong?) so I loaded one up, took aim, and zapped it off the ceiling. The other guy timed his jump, leaped into the air and landed hard on the hell-creature a split second after it hit the ground. Yeah, we were totally heroes that afternoon.

There were downsides. I still won't touch pork chops from anywhere. (Look at the schedule, and if you're on for that day, you trim your fingernails down to the edge of the whites, and once it's done you scrub vigorously for half an hour.) No cook ever lasted a semester without getting burned by those stupid, drippy valves on the steam pots leaking near-boiling water onto your sneakers, and of course you don't know it until your entire foot is burning. I've still got scars on the underside of my forearms from reaching into the ovens to get trays out.

But all things considered, it was a pretty cool job, and Mr. B was a great guy to work for.

[Clint]

(01-21-2011 04:56 PM)mounty Wrote:  Yeah, I remember hearing the screams. I worked as a cook for one year before getting the heck out of Dodge - life at the M&G was ever so much better. Though I gotta say, of all the jobs at the Dining Common, I think Cook was the best. We made all the messes and Potwash had to clean up after us.

That was me!

(01-21-2011 04:56 PM)mounty Wrote:  getting burned by those stupid, drippy valves on the steam pots leaking near-boiling water onto your sneakers

Yep. Those were awful.

(01-21-2011 04:56 PM)mounty Wrote:  But all things considered, it was a pretty cool job, and Mr. B was a great guy to work for.

Correct all around.

[mrsthommy]

I survived one full semester of BJU. Couldn't hack it because I'd already had a taste of life in the real world.
I always felt an overwhelming sense of being trapped because of the fence and the fact that I had no vehicle. I got in trouble for my clothing, which was not in violation of any rule, I just happened to be a curvy girl. I also got really sick at one point and wound up in the hospital, then they turned me out abruptly and I couldn't pull myself together to go to class. I had to go to whatever panel it is that disciplines you when you don't go to class. I found myself drawn to the few non-bojes there were...contemplated going back after Christmas break then thought, wait, why don't I just go to college where there are no bojes period? (which I did, and was much happier for it)

[Don]

(01-23-2011 01:27 PM)mrsthommy Wrote:  I survived one full semester of BJU. Couldn't hack it because I'd already had a taste of life in the real world.
I always felt an overwhelming sense of being trapped because of the fence and the fact that I had no vehicle. I got in trouble for my clothing, which was not in violation of any rule, I just happened to be a curvy girl. I also got really sick at one point and wound up in the hospital, then they turned me out abruptly and I couldn't pull myself together to go to class. I had to go to whatever panel it is that disciplines you when you don't go to class. I found myself drawn to the few non-bojes there were...contemplated going back after Christmas break then thought, wait, why don't I just go to college where there are no bojes period? (which I did, and was much happier for it)

I have to say a heartfelt, sincere, "Bravo!" That is a story of courage. Most would have caved and adopted the "go along to get along" attitude.
I like stories that have happy endings.

[steviusthedevious]

(01-20-2011 10:58 AM)Clint Wrote:  Does anyone remember a time when Dr. Wood cussed while teaching a class? I think it was some Preacher Boy's class.

i'm almost positive it was orientation - he said something along the lines of: 'women aggravate the hell out of me'!

(not in a sexist way, as i remember, but rather as in differences between gender and how guys don't get it. but still, such strong feelings )

[LMcC]

(01-23-2011 01:27 PM)mrsthommy Wrote:  I survived one full semester of BJU. Couldn't hack it because I'd already had a taste of life in the real world.
I always felt an overwhelming sense of being trapped because of the fence and the fact that I had no vehicle. I got in trouble for my clothing, which was not in violation of any rule, I just happened to be a curvy girl.

Oh man, don't get me started on BJU and weird ideas about the bodies of female students. I had the misfortune of starting college early, as in my 17th birthday. That's bad enough, and it gets worse. I had this complete shrew of a roommate at the beginning of my junior year who was recovering from an eating disorder (can't fault her for this) and accused me of having one when she would never even talk to me herself (will fault her all over the place for this). She had a heyday when some of my Artist Series dresses from the previous year no longer checked, or were borderline. Deneen Lawson (I'm not going to cover for her anymore) called me into her office and treated me like absolute dirt, accusing me of having an eating disorder, accusing me of being pregnant when I knew I wasn't, you name it. She was horrible. I actually had to sneak around and hide from my roommates and her when I wanted simple snacks after that. It's a miracle I did not actually develop an eating disorder that semester. At Thanksgiving, I went home and had to go to the doctor for an illness. To my surprise, I found out I had a last-gasp growth spurt. Yes, I had gained weight from the year before, but I had also grown an inch taller. Yes, I was in so much trouble for... growth. I lost all respect for Deneen and never regained any of it.

[Lizzy F.]

Quote:To my surprise, I found out I had a last-gasp growth spurt. Yes, I had gained weight from the year before, but I had also grown an inch taller. Yes, I was in so much trouble for... growth.

That's really horrible.

I hit a growth spurt at 19/20 and finally grew some hips. (I developed late, so I finished later than most girls I knew). I also grew an inch and gained a lot of weight.

She's an idiot if she didn't know that girls still grow in their late teens.

[LMcC]

(01-31-2011 11:21 PM)Lizzy F. Wrote:  That's really horrible.

I hit a growth spurt at 19/20 and finally grew some hips. (I developed late, so I finished later than most girls I knew). I also grew an inch and gained a lot of weight.

She's an idiot if she didn't know that girls still grow in their late teens.

There was no taking into account my age. I was a year younger than the other juniors. Heck, even many of the sophomores were older than me. Basically, I got my Freshman Ten a little over a year late. Was that really worth so much shaming, condemnation, and all the other garbage Deneen and the ex-roommate from Hell put me through? I think not.

TMI Warning for the guys!

Of course, the really sinful part just had to be that I finally got a decent rack.