Yes, I already moved in. No, there should not be a part two.
Nothing's ever easy, is it?
I need to post on the actual fish camp information tomorrow, but tonight, I shall say this: I am dead tired, frustrated, and ready to drop. Fish camp was amazing, though. I posted that earlier to say as much, until all this annoying crap happened.
I'm posting tonight because I feel it is necessary to tell the days adventures. AFTER I got back from fish camp (and waiting at Reed Arena for an hour, which you will hear about in full detail later) my parents picked me up to go get food--I ate basically the same thing for four days, so I was feeling pretty sick, and I hadn't eaten much that day either, so that didn't end well. Actually all told I think I lost about 5 pounds at fish camp. My parents, being the amazing people they are, took me to drop my stuff off in my dorm. We made the hike up (those stairs could really kill me, I swear) and sat down on the bed.
I'm looking around, and I think, oh, maybe I don't have a roommate, because no one has moved in. That's kinda cool. Plenty of room, at least until they put someone in.
Then I see a note on the floor, next to the bathroom door. I pick it up. It's from my suitemate, just saying hi, asking who I am and to introduce myself, etc. It's all fine and nice, and horribly, horribly wrong.
My suitemate's name is Christopher.
No, you did not read wrong. And no, no poor girl's parents were cruel enough to name her a man's name so she could take care of herself a la "A Boy Named Sue". I have put into a suite with a guy.
In some ways, in some circumstances, this would not be a problem. But suitemates share a bathroom. That doesn't lock from the inside. Obviously, this is not going to be a good thing.
I'm about hysterical at this point from exhaustion, hunger, frustration, etc. Thank you my lovely parents, who took me to get a smoothie first and real food once I stopped retching at any mention of something I had to chew.
Thus, my afternoon coming back from the exhaustion that was fish camp consisted of my (again, amazing) parents trying to find someone who could fix this, because obviously I didn't have any clue how to, and then my (again, amazing) parents and I moving everything I'd unpacked and trucking it to my new room in the neighboring building. Fun times, right?
The really awful thing was that I'd already thrown away my boxes, my bags, everything. We ended up trekking back and forth with books, bedding, etc. in hand.
My poor roommate's been a dear, even though I showed up at the door with garbage bags in my hands and a slightly maniacal gleam in my eye. She's been real chill for someone who's had a random person thrust into their life without warning. I think we'll get along pretty well, at least.
So, there's move-in adventures part two. I'm going to seriously hope there isn't a part three.
Signing off, this is Kat, newly moved into her dorm room and desperately needing a rest.
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