FINDING BENEFICENCE: The first day of the rest of your life
The
Daily News.
Garrett
Looker is a junior journalism major and writes "Finding
Beneficence" for the Daily News. His views do not necessarily agree with
those of the newspaper. Write to Garrett at galooker@bsu.edu.
On my first day at
Ball State University, I was alone. I didn’t know anyone. I had no lifeline, no
rope to cling to. Strangers shouldering boxes as they walked by.
I stood in the center
of my room. The door was propped open with a teal binder. Remnants of my
pre-adolescent life were strewn all around the room as I waited for the feeling
of college to hit me.
I was finally where I
knew I was supposed to be. My entire life was there in that room with me, past
and future. I was home.
Sunlight poured
through the open window behind me, filling the 192 square feet of space that
felt so much bigger than it actually was. I waited for something to happen,
something to mark the moment, my memory as a freshman.
The knock came from
the metal frame of the open door. A small, peculiarly round head wearing an
oversized Indianapolis Colts flat-bill bobbed out from what seemed to be
nowhere. He was wearing glasses, looked funny, and seemed to have a sense of “I
know more than you,” kind of attitude. Then he popped the question.
“What time do you
shower?”
There was no pause, no
time for me to gather my thoughts. In an instant, all of the nostalgia of
college was blown away.
It was a question I
never saw coming. He stood there with a blank stare on his face, beady eyes
behind black glasses. I stuttered and shifted my weight to my other leg. How
could this be a question? After all of the work, the preparation from high
school, how could this be the first question I face in my “adult life”?
“What time do you
shower?” He repeated himself.
It became awkward. The
moment stretched out, and time seemed to slow down. How long had he been
standing there? Had he even said his name? God, is this my RA?!
“I, uhh, I usually
shower in the morning… But yeah, I have a few morning classes, so I guess in
the mornings usually, but I guess it varies sometimes…” I stumbled over my
words.
He stood there, shook
his head, scratched his chin, and said, “Sure, yeah, I guess that’s fine. I was
just wondering what everyone’s schedules looked like since we’ll all be sharing
a bathroom together.”
It was at this moment
that I desperately tried to tune him out. But like Superman’s inability to see
through lead, this floating piece of Wonder Bread was impervious to my powers.
He droned on.
He couldn’t tell I was
suffering. All I could muster with my thought process was that this guy was
looking to form the League of Extraordinary Bathroom Mates.
Before I knew it,
Buckwheat had shuffled along, probably on to the next poor sap down the hall,
destined to be drafted into the Shower Nozzle Brigade.
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