Home Sweet Home 12/21/2001
Finally! I'm home!!!! Home is such a wonderful word...synonomous with comfort and happiness. I'm in such a smiley mood right now.
Leaving SU was a bitch. Helen and I decided that she would sleep over in my room so we could catch a cab together, along with Linda's friend Natalie, who was also leaving that morning. Since we were leaving at seven in the morning, and I didn't get finished with packing my clothes or cleaning my room until about one in the morning, Helen and I decided that we would stay up all night and sleep when we got home. I stayed up until about four, then I couldn't take it anymore and crashed. Doing that was the worst thing I could do. I was so incredibly tired...I literally had to force myself to get up by pinching myself a few times. Had I had to get up for anything else, I just would've gone back to sleep. I hadn't slept in two days until that one hour of sleep that I had because I had spent the last 48 hours cramming for my calculus final...which, I think, went really well, but anyway....
I was so cold when I got up. I don't know why, but I started to uncontrollably shake. I'm glad no-one saw me going down the hall to the bathroom when I had to take a shower. I probably looked like I was having an epileptic seizure, or something. Anyway, I stayed in the shower for almost an hour, because I just couldn't stop shakng. I ended up having to rush around to get my stuff together and get dressed because it took me so long to shower. Then, according to SU rules, I had to unplug everything before I left. The refrigerator's plug was plugged into a socket underneath Linda's bed, which was balanced precariously on cinder blocks. Now, I once made a comment about it to Linda, but I never really complained because I wanted to start a fight but...if I paid for that frig, without any reimbursement from Linda, why was my frig on her side of the room, placed conveniently next to her bed, and in the farthest possible place from my bed? It wasn't that really that big of a deal, so I never really brought it up. That morning, I crawled underneath her bed to try and unplug
the frig, and guess what happened? One of the cinder blocks got nudged, and the entire bottom half of Linda's bed fell onto the middle of my back, steel rod supporters and all. (All SU beds have these steel rods underneath the bed...it's great when you're laying on the beds, but not when it comes crashing on top of your back). I was pinned underneath the now lopsided bed with the wind knocked out of me. I couldn't call for help and there was no one around anyway. Most of the people had already gone home and Helen and Natalie were upstairs in the lobby. After catching my breath I wriggled out from under the bed. I had to lift the bed off me slightly when I wriggled out, which brought the other side of the bed crashing down. I tried to place the bed back onto the cinder blocks, but on top of not being very strong, I now had a bad back. I left the bed how it was, with the cinder blocks next to it. I left an apology note on Linda's desk and I plan on calling her tomorrow to explain what happened. I know she's going to be pissed at me and give me hell for it...Fuck. I hate roommates...
At the airport my ticket was red-flagged. It means that I was randomly selected to have my suitcases and carry-ons searched.It was as humiliating as all hell. They pulled me out of line and behind this blue curtain with a wooden folding table in the middle. This old guy starts going through my stuff, messing up all the stuff I had folded from the night before. The small comfort I had was that the bastard was sifting through my dirty,smelly clothes...I didn't have time to do a wash before I left for Long Island, so I threw my dirty laundry into a suitcase. So there...Then, they did that electric wand thing, where I had to stand with my arms and legs spread as they waved this electric wand over me. I felt like a common criminal.
I had to go through the same process upstairs when I had to go through the metal detectors. The first time was when I had to check my bags. Everyone was looking at me and I just wanted to cry. I mean (as racist as this may sound) you had some scary looking guys walking around in that airport, Indian, black, Caucasian, Asian, whatevere, and no-one bothered them...I mean, c'mon!!! Yeah, but the plane ride was OK.
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