361- Just A Little Ditty

        Going off to college with one of my oldest friends was a happy accident. Granted, I chose our school because it had apartment styled dorms with kitchens and a bathroom that you didn’t have to share with fifty other people.

                Sharing a room with the said friend isn’t a hard choice, especially when there are two complete strangers going to be living in the same apartment with which you will be sharing a kitchen, living room, balcony, and yes bathroom. Hey, it’s better than fifty.

                It’s just good karma that the four of us not only got along well in the sharing of said facilities but that we shared so well that we became the closest of friends and celebrated holidays with small parties in our beloved cinder block hole in the wall apartment: Lockmiller 220. 

                So, what if I mumble in my sleep or Shell snored when she had a cold. Who really cares if Rachael baby talked to her boyfriend in the bathroom- thinking we couldn’t hear her but really have it echoing five times louder or if Kat was having a meltdown in her room because she couldn’t register for her class due to a computer glitch?

                And yes, the bathroom had mold in it, the light in the hall outside the bathroom didn’t work when you flipped the switch, there was no oven, and the closet space was laughable. We had each other and we all figured out little things about each other.

And so the life of the 220 girls went.

And one day, Shell made mint truffles because you don’t need an oven to make mint truffles.

And she offered some to Britney.

Who was hungry because she hadn’t wanted to eat another peanut butter fucking jelly sandwich.

And who thought- “I should say thank you to Shell” and went running to her bedroom to do just that-

 

Only to remember she should really tell Kat the really funny thought she just had about penguins-

And trip over her own feet and fall headfirst into the wall-

When the loud cracking noise alarmed both inhabitants of the apartment who came out to find said lunatic laughing in the bathroom-

Only to find a giant hole in the wall with a crack running up to the nonworking light-

Which now miraculously worked!

And that is how the 220 girls learned Britney doesn’t need too much chocolate, fixed the light, and affectionately dubbed the hole in the wall: Bob.