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Are you sure you want to go to Weber?
Hubby is thinking of transferring to Weber next year when he's done with SLCC. Neither one of us had ever really been to the campus before so we figured we should check it out before he makes any decisions. So, we went up there on Friday. Hubby had emailed them the week before to make sure we could come for a tour and meet with someone in the MET department. They said that was fine but when he emailed again to find out where we should go he got no answer.
We were flying blind. When we got there we drove around, checked with information, walked all around the student center until we finally found the recruiting department. This tall, lanky kid with big red hair came to take us on a tour. It was really hot and the building we needed to go to was at the top of the campus. We had to hike up what seemed like a million steps to get to the top but we finally made it. When we got to the department offices there was no one to be seen. Either they were all out to lunch or decided to call it a day just a little early (it's was noonish). We sat and waited but nobody came. The recruiting office had checked to make sure they'd be working today but apparently they forgot. Nice. But hopefully the trip was not totally wasted, we needed to check out housing too.
The recruiting office sent us to one place for married housing, when we got there they sent us somewhere else. Nobody we talked to really seemed to know what they were talking about. Brilliant. Apparently they've decided to change the location of the married housing. This year it's in the University Village which is a bunch of apartments that were built for the Olympics in 2002. Next year they're going to be in a bunch of old old old buildings that they've decided to convert into married housing instead of tearing them down. TEAR. THEM. DOWN.
They were old and gross and not like the cute new apartments at the University Village. Instead we would get a hallway. A HALLWAY. Three bedrooms (that we can turn into whatever we want, like a living room) and a kitchen on one side, two bathrooms on the other side. Well, actually, one bathroom has a toilet and sink in it. The other bathroom has a shower and a bathtub.
Thanks. But No Thanks.
It wouldn't be TOO bad if they only wanted $200-$300 a month for it. We would survive somehow. But they want $600! That's more than we're paying now and our apartment is way nicer than a stinky old dorm hallway. Yuck.
We spent the majority of our afternoon up there too. Not because we really wanted to but because it took so dang long to get anywhere. They were having soccer camps and cheerleading camps and whatever other kinds of camps and the roads were so busy. Cars were practically at a stand still in some lanes. We decided to go to Tasty's to wait out the traffic. We ordered our lunches and then sat down. Hubby had ordered a BLT and the girl asked him if he wanted everything on that (like pickles, green peppers, mustard, etc) and he said no, just mayo. The girl who calls the orders when they're ready called him up and said, you ordered a BLT with just mayo, do you want bacon, lettuce and tomato on that? Hubby looked at the girl like she had just grown an extra arm. Why would he order a BLT if he didn't want the B, L or T?
The whole place (Ogden, not just Tasty's) was about as ghetto as you can get. I keep telling myself it'll only be for 2 years but I can't help but question Hubby: "Are you sure you want to go to Weber?"
Hubby is thinking of transferring to Weber next year when he's done with SLCC. Neither one of us had ever really been to the campus before so we figured we should check it out before he makes any decisions. So, we went up there on Friday. Hubby had emailed them the week before to make sure we could come for a tour and meet with someone in the MET department. They said that was fine but when he emailed again to find out where we should go he got no answer.
We were flying blind. When we got there we drove around, checked with information, walked all around the student center until we finally found the recruiting department. This tall, lanky kid with big red hair came to take us on a tour. It was really hot and the building we needed to go to was at the top of the campus. We had to hike up what seemed like a million steps to get to the top but we finally made it. When we got to the department offices there was no one to be seen. Either they were all out to lunch or decided to call it a day just a little early (it's was noonish). We sat and waited but nobody came. The recruiting office had checked to make sure they'd be working today but apparently they forgot. Nice. But hopefully the trip was not totally wasted, we needed to check out housing too.
The recruiting office sent us to one place for married housing, when we got there they sent us somewhere else. Nobody we talked to really seemed to know what they were talking about. Brilliant. Apparently they've decided to change the location of the married housing. This year it's in the University Village which is a bunch of apartments that were built for the Olympics in 2002. Next year they're going to be in a bunch of old old old buildings that they've decided to convert into married housing instead of tearing them down. TEAR. THEM. DOWN.
They were old and gross and not like the cute new apartments at the University Village. Instead we would get a hallway. A HALLWAY. Three bedrooms (that we can turn into whatever we want, like a living room) and a kitchen on one side, two bathrooms on the other side. Well, actually, one bathroom has a toilet and sink in it. The other bathroom has a shower and a bathtub.
Thanks. But No Thanks.
It wouldn't be TOO bad if they only wanted $200-$300 a month for it. We would survive somehow. But they want $600! That's more than we're paying now and our apartment is way nicer than a stinky old dorm hallway. Yuck.
We spent the majority of our afternoon up there too. Not because we really wanted to but because it took so dang long to get anywhere. They were having soccer camps and cheerleading camps and whatever other kinds of camps and the roads were so busy. Cars were practically at a stand still in some lanes. We decided to go to Tasty's to wait out the traffic. We ordered our lunches and then sat down. Hubby had ordered a BLT and the girl asked him if he wanted everything on that (like pickles, green peppers, mustard, etc) and he said no, just mayo. The girl who calls the orders when they're ready called him up and said, you ordered a BLT with just mayo, do you want bacon, lettuce and tomato on that? Hubby looked at the girl like she had just grown an extra arm. Why would he order a BLT if he didn't want the B, L or T?
The whole place (Ogden, not just Tasty's) was about as ghetto as you can get. I keep telling myself it'll only be for 2 years but I can't help but question Hubby: "Are you sure you want to go to Weber?"
posted by Heidi @ 1:35 PM
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