The Room Mate Chronicles (Leslie): Chelsea's Hall

After the hurt of not being at least, a little fought over I actually walked down to my new room to find it completely empty. I was on Chelsea’s hall and a little nervous. Chelsea was the R.A. notorious for having extremely loud sex and extremely wild tenants. Suprisingly both the room’s former occupants had failed out which meant only 2 triple refugees were given a brand new place to live. Being the first to arrive I grabbed the cooshier spot by the door and begin to set up shop. Korn posters, pen & ink drawings from high school, silly pictures of family and friends and numerous black light paraphernalia were hung helter skelter on the wall. I was a little more “dark” then.

It wasn’t so bad not being in the triple anymore. I had room for pictures, posters, crap, and leftover food from Webb center. This leftover food would become a story in itself. Which would cause Nicole and Tiesha to never quite look at me in the same manner again. I can tell you one thing, tuna sandwiches should NOT be stored in in closets. In terms of decor college has got to be the only place where stud posters can co-exist with thoughtful quotes with babies. I guess they do have an inverse relationship. You have to meet the stud to have the thoughtful baby right..ehh..nev. mind.

My new room-mate did not show up for a week. Angela came in at 3 a.m. in the morning her first day. She had 5 dudes with her and a plastic bag with clothes. I learned later that she had been staying at a fraternity house with her boyfriend, Hi (yes that is his name) rather than squishing up in the dorm. She was trying to be a “little sister” to the Tekes. I’m still not sure what that meant.

We did not get off to a good start. She turned on the light upon her arrival and scared the crap outta me. Her friends proceeded to pick over my stuff and look at me as if I were a science experiment. This was only the beginning. Her typical come-home time from that day on was 3 a.m. if she came back at all. Often times she would stumble in drunk and pass out on the first soft thing she encountered. Twice that was the foot of my bed and I had to drag her over to her own side. Another time, it was the dirty carpet in the bathroom and she almost went to class with the lint on her face.

Angela was a party girl. She drank every night and partied everyday like the Kiss song. I will credit Angela for introducing me to parties in general, fraternities, and merits of cramming 8 people into a civic. It was because of Angela that I realized that for some college is not about grades or classes or even working towards a degree. For some it’s all about the social affairs.

The perks of being Angela’s room-mate worked something akin to Matt Leblanc on Friends. I met all these people through her that I kept me in parties and in “cool” until the end of my college career. Angela failed out (left) that year. She sent me a couple of letters from PA talking about Hi and how he had moved to her state to be near her. I think she's probably a mom now. People that wild always tend to burn out quicker. I'm guessing though. She maybe at a bar as we speak.

Cool by your own merits is great, buy cool by assosciation is “f***ing AWESOME!” as leaping Lizard would say.