As Friday was my last day as a Janitor and class is officially
over, I excitedly stayed up till 4 in the morning last night and set my alarm
clock for 12 pm with glee. I anticipated waking up to the sun’s rays streaming
in from my window and Lizzy’s happy music as she packed and cleaned. Instead, I
woke up to the sarcastic tones of the boy’s RA, declaring, “I’m going to break
honor code and come in your room to inspect it.” Instantaneously, I pictured
the my half of the floor, with all my clothes and various unmentionables strewn
about. Looking quite like this, I’m ashamed to say:
Then I realized
I was bra-less.
Resignedly,
I pulled my covers over my head, and prepared for the onslaught of awkward
rapidly approaching. To my relief, I soon heard the RA say, choking back what I
assume was laughter at the sight of my reaction, “Or…I will check the bathroom
first.”
Jumping
out of bed, I shut the door and then proceeded to gather my clothes in an even
larger pile, effectively hiding all unmentionables, shouting every thirty
seconds, “give me like a minute and then we’ll be good!” Once accomplishing the
feat, I began to fix my current state of undress and heard the RA getting ready
to enter. Utter fear of him coming in while I was still getting dressed caused
me to shriek back, “Un momento!”
I heard
Lizzy offer apologetically, “She’s just woke up.” Finishing quickly, I opened
the door, winced at my reflection in the hall mirror, and walked into our
kitchen, forcing a smile to greet the RA.
Ironically, my alarm went off as soon as I began eating
breakfast, surprising the RA who sat on our couch.
Oh how I wish I would’ve woken up earlier.
Moral(s) of The Story
-Laziness comes with a price.
-A messy room essentially acts as a public display of everything.
-Hiding as a lump and faking unconsciousness, metaphorically
and literally, is not an effective way of dealing with uncomfortable moments.
-ANNALEE
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