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Tonight, I really rather write some fiction, but I feel tired out of my head, and I’d rather just write about my situation than anything else.
Maybe a few hundred words of story after I’m done. I don’t know.
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When I exist without the presence of a nearby home, I begin to feel panicked. A home is not a place you throw your bags of clothing and books on the bed and think about when you get your room transfer (if it ever comes). Before I left for the winter session, I was in a tripled room. One of the roommates I really liked-and we’re still good friends-and the other not so much. Run of the mill sort of brute.
Which is why when we got our detripling forms, the room assigned to us was in the building right next door. I accepted it, only because I really wanted the space, and the other roommate, the “meh” one, had annoyed me so much. I mean, my good roommate and were such good friends-and we had great dynamics. You can’t not break that sort of thing and not feel a little guilty.
My new room in the other building was fine, but it was so close to the end of the semester, and there were so many things that didn’t matter that I simply accepted it. I’d just have to fill out a room change form online and that would be the end of it.
The new roommate is a fratter-a complete and utter polarization of my character. His hedonism lightly matches against my sobriety. But it was okay: I had finals, and there were plenty of places to study at.
At the second-to-last week, I got a call from my new roommate over the phone. There had been a terrible leak at my new dormroom. The RHD apologized and said we wouldn’t be allowed to live there. They gave us shiny keys to a new room in a different building. A single room.
And it was okay. I got a lot of my poker game computer code done there. The Quad Office invited me over. “I’m sorry, but the leak in your room isn’t going to be done before the beginning of the new semester.” the woman there told me. So she gave me a list of places I could live in at the beginning of the new semester. I chose to live with this artsy man, Andrew. Very cool person. He even had sonic the hedgehog songs on his iTunes collection-just like me.
So he was a winner in every aspect. I picked the name, told everyone and celebrated. I not was going to get out of living with Mr. Togatogatoga, but I’d be living in the building I originally started from.
At the end of that week, I took everything out of that room and moved my things into Alex Joachim’s room. I spent the winter session living in his suite. (For the record: unless you’re living with ten or more people, don’t stay during the winter session. It’s cold and lonely and it drove me crazy.)
The Tuesday I came back to M-pac, I learned that the leaks had been repaired and everything was going to stabilize.
So I don’t get to live with my friend Andrew. And now I’m stuck in this building. Stimson.
I called my roommate and offered him a chance to perform a roommate switch. He really wants to live with his friend (M), and I want to really live in the building I started from. I was thinking that I could just switch rooms with his frat friend, but he hasn’t brought it up tonight.
Which goes back to why I had my things still packed and neat all over my bed. I didn’t want to unpack if he agreed to the idea.
But walking outside in the cold, without a real tangible home just got to me. I don’t care if I have to repack everything-I’ll face the consequences. But I put the things that say Lukas: the portion of The Creation of Adam, the plastic Shakespeare bust, the Halloween tinsel around the desk. I’ve put out my neat little collection of fantasy novels and how-to-write books on the shelf. (And I've already ordered a poster of Garden of Earthly Delights. I can't wait until it comes.)
Contention. It really made my heart feel good. And I can sleep a bit better.
(Even if my roommate handed me a beer I didn’t want to drink. I don’t know how sincere he is when he said he’s going to “peer pressure” me into drinking.)
Tomorrow, my classes start for the first time. Math, then Physics, then Computer Science then a non-existent Physics Lab (only because they don’t have Labs on the first week of the semester). Oh Boy!
Maybe a few hundred words of story after I’m done. I don’t know.
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When I exist without the presence of a nearby home, I begin to feel panicked. A home is not a place you throw your bags of clothing and books on the bed and think about when you get your room transfer (if it ever comes). Before I left for the winter session, I was in a tripled room. One of the roommates I really liked-and we’re still good friends-and the other not so much. Run of the mill sort of brute.
Which is why when we got our detripling forms, the room assigned to us was in the building right next door. I accepted it, only because I really wanted the space, and the other roommate, the “meh” one, had annoyed me so much. I mean, my good roommate and were such good friends-and we had great dynamics. You can’t not break that sort of thing and not feel a little guilty.
My new room in the other building was fine, but it was so close to the end of the semester, and there were so many things that didn’t matter that I simply accepted it. I’d just have to fill out a room change form online and that would be the end of it.
The new roommate is a fratter-a complete and utter polarization of my character. His hedonism lightly matches against my sobriety. But it was okay: I had finals, and there were plenty of places to study at.
At the second-to-last week, I got a call from my new roommate over the phone. There had been a terrible leak at my new dormroom. The RHD apologized and said we wouldn’t be allowed to live there. They gave us shiny keys to a new room in a different building. A single room.
And it was okay. I got a lot of my poker game computer code done there. The Quad Office invited me over. “I’m sorry, but the leak in your room isn’t going to be done before the beginning of the new semester.” the woman there told me. So she gave me a list of places I could live in at the beginning of the new semester. I chose to live with this artsy man, Andrew. Very cool person. He even had sonic the hedgehog songs on his iTunes collection-just like me.
So he was a winner in every aspect. I picked the name, told everyone and celebrated. I not was going to get out of living with Mr. Togatogatoga, but I’d be living in the building I originally started from.
At the end of that week, I took everything out of that room and moved my things into Alex Joachim’s room. I spent the winter session living in his suite. (For the record: unless you’re living with ten or more people, don’t stay during the winter session. It’s cold and lonely and it drove me crazy.)
The Tuesday I came back to M-pac, I learned that the leaks had been repaired and everything was going to stabilize.
So I don’t get to live with my friend Andrew. And now I’m stuck in this building. Stimson.
I called my roommate and offered him a chance to perform a roommate switch. He really wants to live with his friend (M), and I want to really live in the building I started from. I was thinking that I could just switch rooms with his frat friend, but he hasn’t brought it up tonight.
Which goes back to why I had my things still packed and neat all over my bed. I didn’t want to unpack if he agreed to the idea.
But walking outside in the cold, without a real tangible home just got to me. I don’t care if I have to repack everything-I’ll face the consequences. But I put the things that say Lukas: the portion of The Creation of Adam, the plastic Shakespeare bust, the Halloween tinsel around the desk. I’ve put out my neat little collection of fantasy novels and how-to-write books on the shelf. (And I've already ordered a poster of Garden of Earthly Delights. I can't wait until it comes.)
Contention. It really made my heart feel good. And I can sleep a bit better.
(Even if my roommate handed me a beer I didn’t want to drink. I don’t know how sincere he is when he said he’s going to “peer pressure” me into drinking.)
Tomorrow, my classes start for the first time. Math, then Physics, then Computer Science then a non-existent Physics Lab (only because they don’t have Labs on the first week of the semester). Oh Boy!