Its Only 365 Days
46/366: FACE PUNCH AND THE DORM STORIES
15 FEB 12
Ugh, another day on the couch. I think I'm at 50% now physically. I woke up and I could barily get up. My breakfast consisted of pain meds and antibiotics. This blows..well, actually I wish it did, so I could breathe better. Arg. I'm going to stop talking about this crap because its depressing. I'll just give you a percentage of feel better rating each day, until I'm back on my feet.
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DORM STORIES: # 291
I was thinking about this the other day about how living in the dorms in college was such an interesting time that I wanted to share a couple of my stories all week long because with the health, nothing spectacular is going down, so enjoy...
#291 SHE DISAPPEARED: My first ever roommate I got the second semester of my freshman year. She was a foreign Asian student, *Sarah, who spoke little English so any dreams I had of becoming lifetime friends with my first ever roommate were dashed when she came into my life. Everything was so difficult to communicate. After a while, I just got tired and would go to my boyfriends dorm or call my best friend so we could hang just so I could avoid her. We eventually developed a system, whereby I would leave her post-it notes and she could translate them and then communicate back in her own time via the notes. The one thing I knew about Sarah was she was a by the books girl. She went to class by a certain time, ate lunch at a certain time, and was an in the bed kind of gal by 10. As far as I knew she was there everyday, and I don't know what she did on weekends because I went off campus...so it was rather strange when I came back from the weekend and she wasn't there. A day passed, and I thought okay, maybe she's staying with a friend or something, but then two days passed. So middle of the week comes up and I'm asleep and I hear a loud pounding on my door at 3am in the morning. I was pissed...I thought it was some sort of prank, but I looked through the peep hole and there was this Asian girl standing there. So I open the door, my eyes all blurry, and she's like, where is Sarah. I'm like WHO ARE YOU? She repeats herself. I'm like, look, I don't know who you are, but she's not here, nor has she been. The girl, literally pushes me aside and looks in the room. I'm like excuse me, what is this about, and again, its 3am might I remind you and this is MY room. The girl says, if you see her, just tell her I stopped by, and tells me her name and leaves. The next day, the dorm leader comes to my room and says, tell your roomate, she may not leave mid semester without a fine. At that point, I was like, wait, hold up, what are you talking about. She then tells me, she's moved out without reason. I'm like, that's news to me, plus her stuff was still mainly there though I'd noticed, her clothes were now gone and her books were missing. The next day her mom whom I'd never met and some other girl comes and they gather up her stuff while I'm standing there in shock, and of course they spoke no English, so it was like, okay, um, tell Sarah best of luck. Weeks pass and I'm like what hell happened here?! Finally, through some strange grapevine, I found out that Sarah had been in an abusive stalker relationship with her boyfriend and she'd moved here to this country to get away from him, but he'd followed and had been showing up in her classes, and calling her cell non-stop, and she got scared and moved off campus to live with a friend (I guess the one that stopped by). She couldn't leave any forwarding info or anything because she obviously didn't want to be found by him, so that was it. My roommate who disappeared into the night...and whom I've never seen or had any contact with since my freshman year...
46/366: FACE PUNCH AND THE DORM STORIES
15 FEB 12
Ugh, another day on the couch. I think I'm at 50% now physically. I woke up and I could barily get up. My breakfast consisted of pain meds and antibiotics. This blows..well, actually I wish it did, so I could breathe better. Arg. I'm going to stop talking about this crap because its depressing. I'll just give you a percentage of feel better rating each day, until I'm back on my feet.
______________________________
DORM STORIES: # 291
I was thinking about this the other day about how living in the dorms in college was such an interesting time that I wanted to share a couple of my stories all week long because with the health, nothing spectacular is going down, so enjoy...
#291 SHE DISAPPEARED: My first ever roommate I got the second semester of my freshman year. She was a foreign Asian student, *Sarah, who spoke little English so any dreams I had of becoming lifetime friends with my first ever roommate were dashed when she came into my life. Everything was so difficult to communicate. After a while, I just got tired and would go to my boyfriends dorm or call my best friend so we could hang just so I could avoid her. We eventually developed a system, whereby I would leave her post-it notes and she could translate them and then communicate back in her own time via the notes. The one thing I knew about Sarah was she was a by the books girl. She went to class by a certain time, ate lunch at a certain time, and was an in the bed kind of gal by 10. As far as I knew she was there everyday, and I don't know what she did on weekends because I went off campus...so it was rather strange when I came back from the weekend and she wasn't there. A day passed, and I thought okay, maybe she's staying with a friend or something, but then two days passed. So middle of the week comes up and I'm asleep and I hear a loud pounding on my door at 3am in the morning. I was pissed...I thought it was some sort of prank, but I looked through the peep hole and there was this Asian girl standing there. So I open the door, my eyes all blurry, and she's like, where is Sarah. I'm like WHO ARE YOU? She repeats herself. I'm like, look, I don't know who you are, but she's not here, nor has she been. The girl, literally pushes me aside and looks in the room. I'm like excuse me, what is this about, and again, its 3am might I remind you and this is MY room. The girl says, if you see her, just tell her I stopped by, and tells me her name and leaves. The next day, the dorm leader comes to my room and says, tell your roomate, she may not leave mid semester without a fine. At that point, I was like, wait, hold up, what are you talking about. She then tells me, she's moved out without reason. I'm like, that's news to me, plus her stuff was still mainly there though I'd noticed, her clothes were now gone and her books were missing. The next day her mom whom I'd never met and some other girl comes and they gather up her stuff while I'm standing there in shock, and of course they spoke no English, so it was like, okay, um, tell Sarah best of luck. Weeks pass and I'm like what hell happened here?! Finally, through some strange grapevine, I found out that Sarah had been in an abusive stalker relationship with her boyfriend and she'd moved here to this country to get away from him, but he'd followed and had been showing up in her classes, and calling her cell non-stop, and she got scared and moved off campus to live with a friend (I guess the one that stopped by). She couldn't leave any forwarding info or anything because she obviously didn't want to be found by him, so that was it. My roommate who disappeared into the night...and whom I've never seen or had any contact with since my freshman year...