I have been staring blankly at my screen for the past 10 minutes (atleast 10 minutes, 10 may be an understatement). I have tried all morning to place an order for some work stuff, and trying not to have a tiny little stroke because welcome week is right around the corner - which is affectionately known as hell week by those of us who have to deal with it (it's when all the students come back, and there is something for them to do EVERY minute of every day).
I decided to write to clear my mind, but everything I wanted to say felt lame and undescribable this morning - religion, religious nuts, people who take themselves too seriously.... BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. You can read any of the thousands of other blogs about those topics today if that's what you want to read about.
But, as I was staring blankly at my computer screen, I saw my small Hunt's snack pack pudding cup on my desk, and was reminded of a story.
When I was in undergrad I lived in an apartment with 2 other girls. One of them, was randomly placed with us because someone else backed out last minute. We had this whole list of rules in our apartment, that were intended to stop conflict before it ever started - because you hear horror stories about that kind of stuff. An example of our rules were:
1. Don't do anything in the communal living area that you wouldn't want your mama to see
2. Don't bring anybody else's laundry over here
3. Don't touch the thermostat unless you ask
4. Don't eat anyone's food without asking
I came in one night to find that rule #4 had been blatantly broken.
The second I stepped foot in the door I saw my very large, vary loud, random roommate with a pudding cup in one hand, and a spoon half stuck in her mouth with the other hand.
She just looked at me and said,
"I eatin' yo puddin'"
I just looked back at her with a look of bewilderment and said, "ok."
Looking back, I really didn't know what else to say. I guess I could have said something like, "Just don't eat me."
So, to all of you who are getting to move in with your roommates... GOOD LUCK.
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