So back on the “we’ve painted!” post, Rebekah asked how we all met, and while Millie gave the one-line answer, we thought it’d be amusing to tell you how well all met. The one-line answer is that we all lived together in Interrobang Hall at Interrobang U, but we each have our own takes on how we met all the others. We thought it’d be fun to give each of our perspectives on how we met all the others, but that’s too long for one post. We’ll post them one at a time over the next few days, to spread out the fun.
Interrobang Hall was fairly small, and close knit, so within a couple of weeks of moving in, I had probably met all of them in that sort of “I’ve-seen-you-in-the-laundry-room-and-awkwardly-said-hi” sort of way. Actually, come to think of it, Sarah and Katie probably helped me move in, since they were among the terrifyingly perky upper year volunteers that help all the first year students move into residence in September. I’m a terrible friend in that I don’t really remember the time I met-met (as opposed to laundry room-met) Sarah and Chels, but Katie I met rather memorably.
So one of the cafeterias at near Interrobang Hall was sort of a cross between a fast food place and a convenience store, and had a long list of deep fried food you could get. While I was waiting in line for something to finish cooking, a nearly green Katie came up to me and said she thought she was going to faint, handed me her meal card and asked if I could pick up her food and pay for it, and she’d be outside. I thought she was going to pass out right then and there, so of course I said I’d pick up her food. She waited outside on the bench, and thankfully didn’t pass out (it’s a good thing the place wasn’t busy). I brought her her food, hung out with her until she regained her natural shade of pale, and we’ve been friends ever since. Moral of the story: eat before your labs if at all possible to avoid almost passing out!
One of the more memorable (and earliest) memories I have of Sarah happened around midnight in one of the hall lounges. Her room was across the hall form the lounge, and on the way back from the shower, she got sidetracked by an bunch of us hanging out. She threw a cardigan on inside out, held it closed, and come out to join the conversation. At one point, for reasons which have escaped my memory, she yelled, complete with very enthusiastic fist pump, “I’m a lesbian! Wait, no, I’m Lebanese!” While funny at the best of times, the fact that she was somewhat undressed in the middle of a women’s residence, having five minutes earlier walked past in a towel made it that much more hilarious. She almost flashed us all, too.
Chels lived on a different floor than I, and I didn’t know her so well first year. She had a class with a friend of mine (R.), though, and we’d hall-met (one step up form laundry room-met) periodically. It’s a very long (and inexplicable) story, but R. and I, along with a bunch of other people, thought it would be funny to gather a whole bunch of spoons from the cafeteria and leave them all over Chelsie’s floor (not because it was Chelsie’s floor — just because it wasn’t ours) with a note saying “You’ve been spooned!” Chelsie, a few days later, was hanging out with R. and was telling us about these spoons that appeared “all over the place! In our shoes, in the bathroom, everywhere!” R. and I kept our best poker faces, which weren’t very good, Chelsie seemed very perplexed by the whole thing, yet entertained and curious, and I think realized we were up to something. I half wanted to let her in on it to recruit help for future missions (which, sadly, never materialized), but I was sort of embarrassed about the sheer silliness of the whole thing, and didn’t fess up. I half met Chelsie many times throughout the year, but we never really hung out – hung out until the end of the year, which she’ll tell you about soon.
Ah, I KNEW I wanted to hear these stories!
Were you living the dorm the year those boys broke in and vandalized the hallways? They microwaved Christina’s shoe!