Profile: Scavello, Angela

Name: Angela Christina Scavello

High School:  Scotlandville Magnet High School, Baton Rouge, Louisiana, 1994
College:  Central Connecticut State University, New Britain, Connecticut
Where the "Place" link goes:  State of Louisiana

This file is the second-hardest for me to write out of all the peopletrace files, only behind #19. I have a lot to say, sort of. My first contact with the person I would later come to know as Angela Scavello was in a CHEM_ 107 lecture. I sat in the sixth row, and she sat in the front row, seat #11, the same seat I would occupy for the rest of the semester's lectures (well, except thermite). This was the day of the "Flying Ringstand" demo, when Dr. Zumdahl took a metal can with boiling water off a burner and quickly stoppered it, after which it was crushed as the air inside cooled and grew more dense. Then he put the can back on the burner and waited for the stopper to blow out. Meanwhile, as the can reinflated, Angela cowered and held a binder in front of her face. Dr. Zumdahl laughed at her...until the can blew up, sending the ringstand off the demo table to within a foot of where Angela sat, the bulk of the can against the back wall, and the base of the can six rows back where it came to rest next to me, in the aisle. I talked to her after that lecture, at which time she insulted my dorm. I would not see her again until 18 October 1994, the day of the second hour exam for CHEM_ 107. She was sitting in the front row, four seats left of me, which told me she had the same TA I did. I assumed she was in his 8:00 section (given what I know about her now, a preposterous assumption) until he called his 8:00 section to the front. It was then I knew she was in my quiz section (and had been for about 9 weeks). During a particularly frustrating portion of the exam, I bit my pencil into four pieces. In response I heard a quiet voice on my left say, "That's bad for your teeth." Faced with this person so deeply concerned for my dental hygiene, I talked with her for over two hours after the exam. My roommate was astoninshed that I had spent that much time just talking to someone whose name I did not even know, and he was impressed that I was talking to a female. I bumped into her again the next morning in the ISR cafeteria, at which point I found out her first name when she slipped it into the conversation. I learned her last name at noon, when I read it off her exam from the night before, at which point I nearly exploded. This was a person whose name I'd seen so much on the user list for ux5 that I was beginning to think I knew her anyway. Matching the name with a real person was a scary experience. I didn't see her for a while after that, until Veterans' Day, during my famous 4 hours of sleep in a 55 hour period. That day she followed me back to my dorm after Ken's class. My roommate was more than a little surprised when he woke up to find a woman he did not recognize in his room, particularly since I am not exactly known for having people visit. It was the first time she had been to PAR, which meant that her insult of my dorm two months earlier was unfounded. I saw a lot of her the rest of that semester. At the beginning of the following semester she spontaneously changed boyfriends and moved in with Matt Reeves in 201 Blaisdell, all without bothering to tell me, despite the fact that I lived one floor below in 112. I found out through an extremely uncomfortable process on the seventeenth day of January, which ranks now as one of my five least-favorite days on the calendar, when she told my roommate, in my room, at 9:11 pm. Feeling at least moderately lied to and annoyed, our relationship strained for three days. I'm actually still upset with her about a lot of things that happened between 17 December and 20 January, but that's not really important. February 1995 saw Angela come down with mononucleosis, which proved academically to be a bad thing. In March I took her to O'Hare Airport and picked her up again at the beginning and end of spring break, respectively. We both fought through the Battle of Cobalt, attending a make-up lab session together. It's mostly her fault that I ever even got my lab write-up done for cobalt, since she dragged me to Noyes to do research at 10pm the day before it was due. We also together faced the Cobalt Aftermath, which is a long story I may someday tell my grandchildren. (Yeah, right, like I'm going to have any grandchildren. I'm not even going to have grand-nieces. Family trees have to go down, or at least sideways, to do that, and mine doesn't.) I still have her cobalt lab on disk, the same disk as my lab. I'd really like to post at least my lab on my home page, but I'll have to wait at least until I pass CHEM_ 109. The Cobalt Aftermath was also the time when Theresa made the strangest statement I've ever heard anyone make about my relationships with anyone. Shortly after that came 11 April 1995, the date of Angela's C_S__ 101 hour exam. This was also the date when my relationship with her changed dramatically, or at least when I noticed it had changed, noticed that I had lost something that I couldn't quite identify. 19 April 1995 is a date I shall always remember, not because of the Oklahoma City bombing (remember that? I almost don't.), but because I had to sleep in Wardall for four hours. I was supposed to meet Angela at her dorm at 2:00 to go see her CHEM_ 110 TA. She got me, we went to her room, and she fell asleep. I watched her sleep for an hour (one of the most boring hours of my life; the woman does not move in her sleep at all) before I crawled under her bed and slept on the pile of junk down there. The next day she decided to stay in Urbana-land over the summer, the same night I decided to live with my roommate again the following year. She went with me to ICTM State '95 the next week, and it was two weeks later that she was academically dropped from UIUC. I think I found out before she did, by about ten minutes. By this time she was stuck in Urbana-land anyway; I came down to visit her over the 04 July weekend. I saw Angela occasionally the next year; she lived in the northwest corner of the building next door to the one I live in now. I took her to the train on 17 December 1995 so she could go to Connecticut for winter break, and I delivered her her computer from Naperville to Champaign; it finally got to her apartment on Easter Sunday when my mother came to visit me. Angela is back in Connecticut now, taking some courses where her mother teaches. I don't know what she's planning on doing with her life from this point (and it should be taken into account that her plans may not succeed exactly as planned), and, not meaning to sound callous or cruel, to a large extent I don't care. Allison would say that I'm being selfish, and I suppose I am, but I've also been a lot happier since that day in late July when I decided that. She's still my friend, I admit, and I care about her to the extent that I care about what happens to Jennie or Theresa or Amanda or anyone else I consider to be my friend. But that's about it. She was a really important person to me for a really long time, and now, well, she's not. I don't really have anything else to say about her; besides, looking at the size of this file, I'd say I've said enough.

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